Syndicate #2

7.5

Hassan doesn’t have much expectation when it comes to working as a pleasure slave in this company. He had seen briefly what kind of life lead by a slave here really means. All the customers who come to place an order in this place are usually here to get their dirtiest s****l fantasy comes true. He didn’t think that there was any regard whatsoever that entails on what the other end feels.

Before he really knew the full story, he had expected for the worse to come. The s*x slaves are nothing to these people, just mere tools. Or so he thought. Hassan has never been put in a situation where he has to entertain people with a s****l appetite. This situation is much different than he is used to, when only needed to pleasure himself. He never had to deal with having a spectator before, and the boy knows that this performance too will be broadcasted just like the first one.

This Master wants to be satisfied in levels that Hassan has never even imagined before. A wants a mark so deep inside the boy that it will not be possible to erase it from his person, thus embarking a high standard for any s****l partner after him. That’s just how dominating Master A really is.

The Master jams his c**k all the way inside his fleshlight, allowing the dildo to enter and penetrate the boy’s ass deeply from the other end. He does this until Hassan’s pelvic bone is smashed against the base of the dildo—right where the s*x toy ends and the robot arm that is connected to it begins—that the dildo simply can’t go any further in.

Hassan is panting madly, ass wiggling and trembling like a leaf, yet never looking so appetizing before. He is not the only one who is affected by this. The same thing is also happening from A’s side. The man’s muscles tense and flex hard, his large hands tighten around his fleshlight, d**k pulsating from within the device as if his c**k has a mind of its own.

The boy takes a deep breath in return, taking in the heavenly sensation of the dildo being wrapped around his tight walls. Compared to any other part of his body, Hassan’s muscles seems to be the tightest at back there. There’s no doubt that the dildo is choking the content of his ass, and he judges from the cries of ecstasy he sings out, he seems to be enjoying it too. The Master is accessing Hassan’s most forbidden place, and there’s no stopping the man from taking the pleasure of making the boy cums. Too bad A can’t actually c*m inside Hassan’s ass, though the man is really tempted to do so. For now, he will have to settle with the artificial semen imbued within the robot arm.

When A starts to move, he moves in such an incredible speed that Hassan’s whole body shakes from every pound. He buries himself so deep inside the tight channel repeatedly that the boy’s eyesight begins to blur, eyes filled with the tears of anticipation and happiness. It feels so good being inside the boy that A loses control over his emotion, moving ever so erratically like an out of control machine. A moves so fast that the fleshlight disappears from his line of sight, hips moving as if he is actually penetrating the boy for real. And he knows that it must be the same for Hassan as well.

The dildo! Oh, heavens! The dildo is filling Hassan’s ass up so well, all the boy can think about is begging to be given more. “Again! Again! Please, I need more!” he shouts out almost desperately.

A moves so well that it almost feel like there is no barrier or distance that separate the two. The simulators work so well that Hassan can almost feel A’s dominating presence right against his ass.

Every inch of the Master’s c**k is pushing inside every inch of the boy’s, reintroducing Hassan to every corner of his asshole that the boy has never knew had existed before. Just the touch of the dildo—of A’s big c**k—is making Hassan’s body tremble to life. The boy especially loves the way his own balls keep on slapping against his abdomen, swinging nonstop right from in between his upper thighs every time the machine—Master A—plunders into him.

Through this limitless bond, it almost feel as if the two of them are moving rhythmically together. A works his hips in powerful thrusts, pounding into Hassan so hard that the boy can almost feel the heat of the man’s c**k throbbing hotly inside Hassan’s flesh, so deep and enigmatic.

Master A makes sure that Hassan is very aware of the man’s presence through each and every pound of the way, with every ounce of A’s steel-like length throttling Hassan’s back passage from within. The boy can’t escape from this powerful sensation, and A makes sure that Hassan is enjoying every inch of his c**k. A wants Hassan to be aware that the man himself is the one that is making the boy feels so good like this.

Everything is so blunt and open, Hassan feels almost self conscious. He can’t believe that things have progressed this far, and he can only imagine what people think when they see him. He can almost feel their eyes on him. The audience are probably watching what is transpiring between him and his current Master. What are they thinking? Do they watch with awe or disgust written in their eyes? Hassan knows that he can’t actually see them, but it almost feel like invincible eyes are boring their gaze onto him—his body and what is becoming of it. The wild thoughts only cause the boy to pant even huskier, to the point that he can feel his own breath fogging right in his line of sight.

He must have such a nice form, being f****d from the back like this. But soon his attention is whisked somewhere else —more particularly at the pulsing giant that’s hammering powerfully fast inside his ass. The dildo is made to be so realistic that it can even mimic a pulsating c**k. He knows what it means. The Master is also almost at his limit. Hassan’s own d**k is throbbing so hard from this assault that it can’t stop leaking with beads of pre-c*m, letting warm cream stains the island’s wooden countertop when he looks down. It almost looks like a different kind of cream, and Hassan is starting to guess what A’s real intention actually is. Is this s*x act— Are they cooking? It is sure is hot over here.

He must have said those words out loud, because A is laughing from the outside. “Ha ha ha, you’re amusing,” A types out, before continuing to plunder his c**k into his fleshlight—into his boy’s ass.

The feel of a hard length against Hassan’s inner walls does many strange things to his body. It tugs and pulls at his internal flesh like they are in play, and his body can’t stop reacting to it by getting even wetter than he already is. The dildo slides especially well against the tender membrane of his rectum, where A seems to purposefully collide himself into. The Master is pushing that rigidness onto Hassan’s tight passage too hard, they can feel the boy’s other internal organ right from his rectum. A is deliberately teasing the boy by the rectum, making Hassan feel so overwhelmingly full that he’s screaming with pleasure.

The deliberate drastic motions causes Hassan’s rectum to clench back in response, therefore causing the fleshlight at the other side to tighten around A’s c**k in a hard grip. The walls clamp around the dildo—and ultimately A’s c***s—so hard, the tension fits around both hardnesses like a glove.

It’s so tight that the Master has to retreat slightly from plunging inside Hassan, adjusting himself a little bit from his side and trying to find an even better angle to access the boy’s lovely hole, before finally reentering the boy once again. A slams into the hole so hard and fast, Hassan’s breath is knocked right out of his lungs when the thick dildo f***s him one more time. The boy’s body is so pumped up feverishly high with ecstasy that his head grows dizzy as the world spins around him, his body shakes and heat rushes to his stomach.

Master A continuously thrusts himself into the fleshlight in his hand, trying every possible angle to get to the best one there is. In return, the tunnel tightens around him, simulating what is currently happening to the boy’s internal passage.

Hassan moans in response, somethings feeling almost breathless, so not used to being stretched like this. Yet Master A still continues, making the dildo ram into his boy repeatedly.

A has multiple scenes laid out before him, each showing different angles of the boy’s half naked body. He especially enjoys the way Hassan’s own c**k tightens against his belly as A f***s him brutally. There is a separate panel that shows Hassan’s vital condition, which can be tracked from that wristband that every other slaves wear. He likes hearing the beeping sound that goes off from that panel, especially since it means that the boy’s heart is beating way too rapidly than normal. There’s also another camera angle that was specifically implanted at the tip of the robot dildo’s pollus, just to give A the internal situation of Hassan’s rectum. It feels so great to watch him while A f***s the boy; it almost feels as if he’s f*****g the boy directly. The way those inner muscles contracted around the camera as he does is so sexy that A finds himself growing harder just by the live feed of it.

Eventually, the Master finally settles on working in a steady rhythm, moving in and out of Hassan like he is playing with a fiddle, in which case Hassan lets out pants according to the play itself. When Master A makes the dildo slide in a particular angle, Hassan lets out an androgynous squeal, throat throbbing drily thanks to all screaming he lets out.

Sometimes the Master tries to angle himself upward, making the dildo brush against the roof of Hassan’s ass. He makes the thrust a couple of times, before switching gears and angling himself to the base of Hassan’s tight tunnel, rubbing himself so intensely he can almost feel the internal organs ramaging inside. The dildo is still so wet from all the rubbing he does, it doesn’t even take much for him to penetrate him.

Before they know it, Hassan’s walls start clamping down so hard that they begin compressing the rock hard object lodged inside him—pressing down so strongly that it literally squeezes the life right out of A’s c**k, which mirrors what is actually happening with his dildo counterpart.

Both sides c*m at the same time. A shoves himself into the fleshlight so fully hard until his c**k finally gives in and shoots out jets of semen. At the same time, the robot arm receives the feedback from A’s end so fast that its dildo starts to contract from within Hassan’s ass until it lets out a heavy stream of warm liquid right into the boy’s rectum, allowing pints and pints of sticky wet juices to flow right out of his back passage. There is just so much artificial c*m in the boy’s ass that it flushes up and then goes right back down, flowing out from Hassan’s very own throbbing rosebud; huge dildo still lodged all the way to the base while all of this happens.

There’s just so much seed spilling from A’s c**k that it gets squeezed right back out from his fleshlight. It makes such a mess on his lap, soaking his already sweating skin. Not that he minds. He’s too high with lust to even care about making a trivial mess. Must worse things had been done by him. In fact, he feels rather proud of it—he realizes when that familiar feeling starts to swell in his chest. If he cums this much, that means Hassan is dealing with the same amount of pumped fill from his end. The machines had been set to be as realistic and accurate as possible, including pumping out artificial semen as much as how much A has cummed inside his fleshlight. A skims a look at one panel, discovering the boy’s own pool of semen soaking the countertop below his body, c**k still contracting from all the semen he had stringed out from his own tip. Strings of ribbons decorate the island table, looking like pastry cream.

Even after cumming so much, A stills find himself quite a rock hard. So he begins picking up his pace once more, not missing a single beat even as c*m splurge out from that tight channel.

The two proceeds to milk each other out, creating new friction even as they’re cumming so hard. They look like a couple of hyenas who are just too hungry to stop bucking and baring their teeth.

Eventually, lust takes over and their movements turn into a series of recklessness, becoming a lot less precise than before. They are way too desperate for each other that they can’t seem to be any less careless than how they already are, wanting to take so much that their bodies begin to wildly bump against one another. Vitals connect with their respective partners; ass into dildo and fleshlight into c**k.

A wants to prolong this release for as long as possible, wanting to make both of them c*m so much that he will make every single drop of fluid squeezed right out of their pulsating d***s.

The friction is so intimate at times that it feels as if there’s only two of them in this space.

By now, the only registered noise that can be heard is the erotic sound of intake and outtake of air. That, combined with the lewd sound of flesh slapping against something flesh echoing nicely in Hassan’s stage room.

The feedback is so realistic that anyone with a good sound system can make it feel like they are in the same room with the boy.

Master A groans on top of his throughout the entire time, his grip on the s*x toy tightens even more, despite the sweat that he has accumulated on his palm which causes his hold to turn slippery.

The terms ‘insatiable’ and ‘s*x machine’ come into mind for more than one occasion. The Master is merciless with Hassan’s ass. His secret part is being opened so wide and thoroughly that he doubts he has any secret left in him. The cameras can record every fraction of his facial expression. His face is so transparent that there’s no way he can hide the fact that he is truly enjoying this—enjoy being violated so much that he lets out small cries out in ecstasy, tears of happiness and fulfillment coloring his smooth cheeks.

Sweat trickles his body, trailing down from his back and down to his crack where something large is sinking into him vigorously. Hassan has no idea that a man can move this fast. Even with the help of technology, there should be a slight gap of two or three seconds, but even distance can’t spare the boy’s behind from being lavished with so much attention.

Hassan sucks in his breath when a pair of arms suddenly appear from behind, gropping and squeezing at his asscheeks. The pair of robot hands knead his flesh together, working to wrap the dildo’s lenght further more along the way. If the boy thinks that this is too much, he’ll have his world spinning when a third hand appears from under him, catching his bouncing balls and tight base, gradually applying pressure until it feels as if he’s gonna explode at any given second.

A continues to penetrate the boy from behind even while deploying these many arms. The last additions are going to cause him extra on the bill, but he doesn’t care. Teasing and f*****g the boy is so addictive that A can’t bring himself to stop so quickly.

Dildo plunders into the boy’s taut ass until more cream leak from Hassan’s tip. This goes on for a while, and it doesn’t slow down until a little bit later.

When Master A finally finishes with Hassan’s hole, the boy’s rectum is so stuffed with copious amount of artificial c*m that the hole itself is quivering with jitters.

A had insisted on pumping every last bit of his creamy white semen into Hassan’s tight back passage, there’s nothing Hassan can do but to greedily take in every single last lubricant into his back channel. As a result, the boy’s entire system is now filled to the brim with the sticky hot c*m. So much that some even leak from his anus, dripping onto the carousel ground, causing the white fluid to mingle with his own juice.

Hassan has no idea what’s gotten into him at the next second, but he decides to arch his ass higher so his body is tilted and the dildo’s artificial hot cream will flow the opposite way in. There’s no typed out order, but the boy just feel this need to do the right thing. There’s no way he can waste such good semen out his ass.

The Master must be liking what he’s doing, because seconds later, erratic words appear on the screen. “Oh f**k….!” it says, followed by the final explosion of c*m inside the boy’s ass as the dildo slides all the way in. Hassan’s own climax only shiess some mere few seconds away.

When it’s finally done, the Master collapses right back to his lazy chair, too drained out to even hold the fleshlight properly in his hand. The toy slips out of the man’s c**k, so stuffed with c*m that it becomes wet and slippery. c*m still oozes out of its opening as lube spills out of Hassan’s very red ass. That ass has been used so much that it now turns into a long lasting red shade, blooming like a flower.

Too exhausted from their ordeal, Hassan allows his limbs to finally give in and lets himself slip onto the wooden surface, face planted on hard surface while limbs tangle beneath his sweaty, utilized body. His c**k and hole are so sore that they turn sensitive all over. He bets that if the Master decides to touch him here and now, the boy won’t be able to say a thing about it.

His body had been put to such good use. A had exploited every corner of his body without giving Hassan the slightest chance to pause and breathe. It had been such a great rush, and it is only through this final union that each of them can find their solace.

*

It is until after this that they have truly find their true release; milked and exhausted.

After this happens, the two males finally let out loud, animalistic growls as they settle back from their heightened senses.

None of them make a move for some time, too tired and weightless to do anything else. But finally, after a while, A begins speaking into his microphone, allowing his voice activated typer to form new strings of words.

“Lick off your cream like you’d eat one,” he says.

Hassan looks so lost, like if he had been abandoned. But then a new command appears on the screen, and the boy knows what he has to do next.