99K VIEWS! I'M INDESCRIPTABLE ✨😯😅.
Although I know the other views are from the app, it's still awesome. XD
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The author narrates.
The path of darkness seemed to stretch on forever, as if they were walking toward a place that didn't exist.
The executioner's footsteps were slow, heavy, almost ceremonial, echoing in the darkness before fading away in an instant.
And as Vikram felt the executioner's hard surface, something inside him longed to rub against the bulky body. The large man's body felt cold, while his own burned with a need he hadn't asked for.
He resisted and unexpectedly began to strike the executioner's back. Not forcefully, just resisting. He scratched him in certain places with his fingers, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth clenched, while gasps and moans escaped him, sometimes soft, sometimes deeper.
When the Executioner felt it, those small hands tearing at his back, sensing his resistance...
he stopped.
He listened intently to those moans, the human's soft gasps, and felt the need his body was screaming for, though he knew perfectly well it wasn't Vikram's fault he felt this way. It was Bi who had injected him with that dose to make his body burn with excitement.
And it was then that the Executioner spoke. With a deep, slow voice, like an echo not from his throat but from the darkness:
Executioner: Don't worry, Vikram. You will soon know what your body needs.
Upon hearing this, Vikram didn't understand what the executioner meant. What did he mean by saying he would soon know what his body needed?
The executioner resumed his slow walk. The enormous weapon scraped the ground with a deep, metallic sound.
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Minutes later, the surrounding darkness transformed into a mist, as if Vikram were trying to hide something. The executioner noticed the change. He looked up and saw a sea of stars above them, symbolizing what Vikram felt, desired, and demanded.
One of them shone with great intensity, an orange color with crimson edges, as if it were what he most longed for at that moment. He pointed to it, and immediately the star descended slowly until it rested in the palm of his hand.
As he walked, he turned his head slightly toward the man's muscular body, curious.
Executioner: Do you feel any desire at this moment, Vikram?
Upon hearing this, Vikram began to tremble. A shiver ran down his spine, as if an invisible hand were touching him.
Although he didn't understand what was being said, he didn't utter a word.
Vikram: I don't know what you're talking about. If you think I feel better with this, you're right.
His voice sounded deep, mocking, sarcastic, for he didn't actually enjoy the sensation of excitement that the impulse to rub against a hard surface provoked. He had to deny it.
The Executioner understood. He looked ahead again and then raised the star to eye level, which shone more brightly for an instant.
Executioner: Answer me... or do you want me to say it?
Vikram frowned, clenching his fists.
Vikram: I don't know what the hell you're talking about! Stop playing with me...
Vikram's breath caught in his throat as he felt a hand slide from his back to one of his buttocks, enraging him as he felt the heat of that heavy hand.
Vikram: Hey! Don't touch me-
Executioner: So, are you going to confess?
He asked instantly, his voice even firmer.
Vikram: I don't know what the hell you're talking about. What confession?
The executioner paused as he felt something slide against his chest. Although he already knew what it was. It was obvious Vikram wanted to please himself.
He kept his left hand on Vikram's buttocks, just to fan the flames.
He didn't speak immediately, remaining silent for a few seconds before speaking again.
Executioner: Your body craves pleasure. That is to say, you want to release what you're repressing... Or am I mistaken?
Upon hearing this, he froze. Vikram wasn't going to deny it; he did want to please himself, to release what he was holding back. But he wasn't in an environment conducive to intimacy.
One thing was clear: he didn't want to have sex with him. He wanted a girl, one he could sleep with without being the one receiving.
Vikram: I don't know... I don't know what you're talking about...
His voice was no longer so firm. She was nervous, a tremor in her words.
Executioner: And you'll keep denying it. You're very stubborn.
Without warning, the Executioner slapped her buttocks. Vikram let out a deep moan, then a soft gasp as she felt the sting.
Executioner: If you wish, I can provide you with the environment you crave.
Vikram: Who gave you the right to touch me? Huh?!
Executioner: Scream all you want, you're my experiment. Don't you realize your trial began long ago?
Vikram was stunned to hear that. This executioner had undoubtedly been manipulating his mind. Nowhere was safe.
Nowhere would offer him a judgment-free environment where he would be forced to satisfy his every whim.
He couldn't deny that it was something his body craved. The sensation of being penetrated was unpleasant, though it filled him with pleasure; a pleasure tinged with pain that he didn't want to experience again. Nor did he want it to become a need.
Executioner: You're mine. And you'd better be a good boy. Do you want to get out of here and rid yourself of this excitement coursing through your body?
Vikram lowered his head, his breathing quickened, and he let out small, involuntary moans. He shook his head several times; he didn't want to experience anything like this with another man.
Seeing his refusal, the executioner dropped the enormous weapon to the floor, its metallic clang instantly fading into the darkness.
He grabbed Vikram with both hands and placed him in front of him.
In the executioner's hands, Vikram was small. Muscular, with a stubbornness that matched his masculine appearance, but one that crumbled easily before the pleasure of satisfaction.
Executioner: I know your sensitive spots and what your body craves. From the moment I entered your mind, I know everything, even your feelings. Will you cooperate or continue to resist?
Vikram looked away, finding it difficult to bear the executioner's gaze behind that pyramidal mask. He was facing someone who knew him, as if they had been together all this time.
Vikram: Go to hell... I don't need you.
When the human refused, the executioner grunted, for Vikram was as stubborn as a mule.
He lowered his gaze for a moment, observing Vikram's erect member.
Unexpectedly, he pulled him toward him until their bodies were pressed together. Vikram instinctively recoiled, though his waist remained close to the larger man's abdomen.
The executioner wasted no time, sliding his hand toward Vikram's member and beginning to masturbate him.
At the sensation, Vikram rested his head against the executioner's muscular chest, yielding to the unexpected touch. That hand was warm, brushing against the glans and sliding along the fleshy skin of his member; the sensation was mesmerizing. His breathing became ragged, punctuated by deep moans, then soft ones, as the executioner increased and decreased the speed of his masturbation.
Seeing this reaction from the smaller body, the executioner chuckled, his voice deep. But Vikram heard him and raged with anger at himself, for his own body had betrayed him by masturbating him.
Frustrated, he began to strike the executioner's side with force. The blows were shaky, yet each strike revealed his feelings.
Vikram's body arched with pleasure. His legs tightened, and at times he struck the burly man's legs, but without touching the executioner's member, for he knew it would not end well.
The executioner barely felt the human's blows.
Executioner: Are you going to cooperate with me?
Vikram refused again. And in a trembling voice, he said:
Vikram: Fuck...you...fuck...~
His chest rose and fell desperately; the sensation was unimaginable. How was it possible that a hand was masturbating him properly?
The executioner grunted again, masturbating him harder. He spanked him hard until he cried out in pleasure, marking that ass. The pre-ejaculate continued to flow, making it easy for him to masturbate without problems.
After a few minutes, he stopped, and Vikram, who had been hitting him as a form of resistance, also stopped.
His member throbbed strongly, now a dark pink color. It still wasn't enough, and the executioner noticed this after masturbating him. He felt the human's heartbeat. How his chest rose and fell rapidly. He heard his moans.
He stepped back and raised him again to eye level, and when he saw him, Vikram's gaze reflected anger in his bright eyes. He frowned, clenched his fists tightly, his body tense and agitated.
The executioner tilted his head for a moment, examining the body from below, slowly moving upward. Those large legs, with veins standing out in certain places, revealing their hardness.
The erect member, its glistening tip dripping fluid.
The breasts, well-defined and toned from exertion.
That taut neck, with veins bulging along its length, clearly demonstrating Vikram's fury.
Until their eyes met. It didn't take long. He pulled him closer, but stopped when he saw the human's fist rise, as if ready to strike again.
Without saying a word or making a fuss, he placed Vikram back on his shoulder. Seconds later, he received another blow from the human to his back, which he ignored.
He bent down, picked up his weapon, and continued walking.
Upon examining him, he noticed something quite peculiar. Part of the dark mark that Bi had given the human on that arm had disappeared, clearly revealing what was happening to Vikram. Although he wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing, since Bi hadn't given him much information about the mark that determined this human's fate.
All those bodies. All those tests prepared for Vikram would be a path of pleasurable changes for the man.
Sooner or later, he would have to adapt.
The pleasure was very effective in that body. But Vikram had other thoughts, something far removed from the more traditional idea of being with a girl.
The executioner understood what he felt.
Furthermore, having penetrated his mind, he had discovered something else about him. But it was something he couldn't yet put into words. There was something about Vikram that he might soon confess. Although the feeling was a little strange.
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.░▒▓█Episode completes█▓▒░.
Now, the chapter is finally finished after five... or maybe six days.
It's difficult for me, but not impossible, to get back to writing independently.
By the way, this is what this Executioner looks like. Sorry if you already pictured him differently 😅🔥.
But I think the Executioner is hot, look at those curves, those arms 😏 XD. Obviously, the image isn't mine, give credit to the creator.
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