Dungeon Crawling - pt. 2

 

The memory of the failed dungeon sticks in Shoto's mind as he leans forward, pulling the black sock up his foot. Not really accustomed to failure, he replays the scenario in his head over and over, thinking about what to do differently the next time around. If the minotaur that submitted him last time around were either distracted or dead that would be ideal, but nothing ever comes easy, does it. Flipping through his wallet, Shoto counts a few bills and sighs; new gear would be nice but this is barely enough for a single piece. Maybe there's something to do in town that pays. 

Slipping his shoes on, Shoto jogs out the door towards the center of town, passing by a few shuttered buildings with scratch marks on the wooden planks. After a few minutes of wandering, a building with a large armor stand in front comes into view, sounds of metal hammering on metal ringing through the air. The smell of fire wafts from inside, inviting Shoto through the door. 

"Welcome, lad. What can I do for you?"

A gruff voice from across the room startles the rogue. Looking around, Shoto notices a large shirtless man working at something on the table in front of him, large leather gloves covering his hands. 

"Oh, good morning. I'm looking for some new equipment, but I'm a little light on funds. I tried clearing out that cave outside town and didn't get too far." Shoto replies, admiring the different armor and weapon racks scattered around the room.

"Need an upgrade, eh? Well, I think I could help you with that but there's a limit to what I'm willing to part with on credit, and I expect to get paid when the job's done."

Pulling his gloves off, the armorer steps around the table to meet Shoto, showing him around the store. Shoto gives a nod and follows the owner, picking up different items along the way.

"You're a rogue, right? So you're gonna want lightweight stuff, I imagine. Here, try these on."

Tossing a few items at Shoto, the armorer digs through the racks, looking for more suitable pieces. "Name's Owen by the way. Let me know if you need any help putting it on."

Shoto turns his head, looking for a changing room, but there don't seem to be any other doors in the building. Finding a suitably clear corner, he places the new gear on a box and pulls his sweater off, disrobing and sorting through the items picked out for him. The bottom layer appears to be a skintight suit, with a reinforced t-shirt as the next. A chest harness and cut off pants finish the outfit, with a new pair of shoes sitting on the ground. 

"Everything fit okay?" 

Owen steps behind the topless rogue and runs a calloused hand up Shoto's torso, pawing at his chest and sending a shiver up his spine. 

"I-I haven't tried it yet." Shoto manages to get his answer out through short gasps as he's pulled into the large man's embrace. Owen manhandles the rogue briefly, groping at his lithe form before turning him around and forcing his thick tongue past Shoto's lips. 

One broad arm keeps Shoto pinned against Owen's body, the other still fondling his chest and pinching his nipple as the blacksmith's tongue takes space in Shoto's mouth. Eventually Owen pulls free and grins, licking his lips.

"You didn't think all this was for free, did you? You might be getting it on credit, but think of this as layaway. I get laid and you get away with all your gear."

Wrapping his thick fingers around Shoto's wrist, Owen brings his hand to the blacksmith's crotch, letting him feel the growing shaft beneath the rough fabric. Shoto's fingers squeeze and rub the man's fat cock over his pants and he swallows a nervous lump in his throat. The girth isn't nearly as intimidating as the minotaur's monstrous shaft but it's bigger than any human shaft he's ever come across.

Lowering himself to his knees, Shoto watches the outline of Owen's cock throb in his pants at eye level, the huge meat straining to break free. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, Owen tugs down a bit and lets his cock fall onto Shoto's face with a heavy slap, precum landing on the rogue's forehead. Shoto's mouth falls open instinctively, his tongue dragging along the underside of Owen's cock and stopping beneath the fat head. Stretching his mouth, Shoto manages to fit the drooling cock past his lips with a bit of effort, Owen's grunt of approval spurring him on. A hand on the back of his head pushes Shoto further onto the blacksmith's rod, and salty pre covers his tongue as the head slips deeper until it rams against the back of his throat, forcing a gag. Owen's grip holds the rogue in place as he begins to pull his hips back, slamming forward into Shoto's mouth with a groan. 

Resting his hands on Owen's thighs, Shoto endures a brief face fucking by the burly blacksmith, short gurgles echoing throughout the room every time he bottoms out. The warm shaft in Shoto's mouth begins to pulse after a short while and, without any further warning, begins to empty its load. Most of the thick white seed lands in the back of Shoto's throat, sliding gradually until he swallows from reflex. A few late shots fall onto Shoto's tongue as the blacksmith withdraws his hefty cock, wiping the head clean against Shoto's lips. 

"That was pretty good, boy. Don't think we're done though, you got a lot of stuff to pay for."

Taking a seat on a box, Owen pulls Shoto's face to his stiff length, guiding the rogue's mouth back onto it. 

After thirty minutes of head bobbing, Shoto swallows two more salty deposits from Owen's twitching cock, stomach gurgling from the unexpected meal. Sweat pours down his face and chest, partially from the heat of the workshop, but the effort required to satisfy the heavy shaft in front of him has Shoto more tired than an actual fight. The telltale sign of another impending orgasm warns Shoto just before a fourth coat of white coats the inside of his mouth, and Shoto swallows it down just like the rest. Pulling free and sitting back on his hands, Shoto catches his breath and watches Owen pull his pants off completely, standing over the tired rogue. 

"How can you keep going? There's no way a normal human can cum this much..."

Shoto pants from exhaustion as Owen pulls him to his feet, a hand sneaking down the back of the rogue's pants. 

"You'd be surprised what you can make from slime extract. Can make a man ready to go at a moment's notice, and all night too." 

Chuckling to himself, Owen searches for Shoto's backdoor with a finger, finding and rubbing the sweat dripping down his back into it. Tugging Shoto's trousers down, Owen keeps them around his knees to keep his legs from moving too much, working his finger gradually past Shoto's ring with some help from the boy's sweat. Feeling the rogue tense around his digit, Owen holds his finger in place to let Shoto adjust to the gradual stretching, gliding it slowly back and forth once he relaxes. 

Shoto's whole waist shudders from the stubby finger widening his hole, his embarrassingly hard cock wagging as his hips shift against Owen's grip. Eventually the intruder pulls free of his pucker, but he's hoisted up by his knees and sat on Owen's lap, the blacksmith's massive shaft resting between his cheeks. Distracted by the length rubbing against his hole, Shoto doesn't notice the strange tube slipping over his own cock until it's completely covered, suction sealing it at the base. 

"The alchemist likes to use adventurer seed for his potions and pays a fair amount for it, so I try to save every bit I can. Don't worry, you'll fill that up no problem." 

Fondling Shoto's sack with his thick fingers, Owen churns the waiting ooze, watching the tube jump with Shoto's cock.

Taking a handful of grease from a nearby container, Owen strokes his length with it until it's completely covered, rubbing the remainder onto Shoto's twitching hole and lining himself up. Shoto feels himself leave Owen's lap as he's picked up effortlessly and lowered gradually onto the blacksmith's fat cock. Gritting his teeth, he tries to relax but the reflex to squeeze and keep it out is too strong. Unfortunately, gravity and lubrication win out and Shoto just ends up massaging the blacksmith's cock as he buries himself past Shoto's ring. As his cheeks land on Owen's thighs, Shoto gasps from the sensation of fullness, his hole still clenched around the base of the invading cock. 

"Damn, you're tight, boy. Might be a little rough for you, but feels amazing on my end..."

Leaning back against the wall, the armorer pulls Shoto with him, one hand still fondling the rogue's sack as his hips start to push up.

Shoto can only groan and shiver as he's plowed from below, the fat cock in his guts slowly coaxing out a steady stream of seed into the clear tube. The combined sensation of his prostate getting slammed and the fingers gently squeezing his balls sends Shoto into a state of constant orgasmic haze, the tube gradually getting heavier as he bounces on Owen's lap. Letting his arms hang off to the sides, Shoto collapses back and lets Owen have his way with him, the tube resting against his midriff and jumping with each thrust. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping on skin combined with incoherent moaning, and soon Owen's own grunts add to the mix as he lets loose once more inside Shoto. The liquid warmth and new pressure sends another spurt from Shoto's cock into the clear tube, and just as Owen promised, it lies flat on Shoto's stomach, filled with seed. Carefully pulling it free, Owen snaps a top over the end and places it aside, bringing Shoto back into position. 

Wrapping two fingers around the rogue's half flaccid cock, Owen pushes his hips up into Shoto, his thick shaft still buried deep. A few more bounces and a couple quick strokes is all it takes for Shoto to send a rope of white across his own chest, tightening around Owen's cock as he cums. Owen's waist crashes into his backside one last time, and a final load gets deposited, leaking gradually as the pair recover in the corner. 

Pulling himself off the blacksmith's cock, Shoto wipes himself off as best he can, slipping the bodysuit on along with the rest of the clothes. 

"Go ahead and take what you like, the ride was worth it." 

Owen climbs to his feet and smirks, his heavy cock slowly bobbing as he walks towards Shoto. Watching the rogue get dressed, he tosses Shoto a jacket before he goes. "Don't forget, you still owe me when you get back. Good luck out there!"

Adjusting the chest harness, Shoto steps out of the armor shop into the street, brushing a few strands of cum caked hair out of his face. Calling for a carriage passing by, he pays the driver half his remaining cash for a return trip to the monster filled cave, eager to give his new gear a test run. The sound of trees rustling overhead combined with the gentle rambling of the cart makes Shoto yawn and stretch out in the seat, his head resting against his arm. Soon enough, the rhythmic motion and exertion from the store force Shoto's eyes shut, quiet snoring filling the cart as it drives along to its destination.

"Hey, we're here."

Rubbing his eyes, Shoto sits up in the carriage and stretches out like a cat, grabbing his bag before stepping out. Giving a wave to the driver, he steps up to the entrance once more, taking a deep breath before heading inside. Striking a flare, Shoto follows the path he took earlier, passing by the bodies of old monsters he defeated the first time around. The shadows grow darker as Shoto wanders further, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife with each step. Knowing the minotaur's lair is fast approaching, he slows his pace, listening carefully for any signs of movement and freezing at the sound of laughter echoing throughout the caverns. 

Killing the flare's light, Shoto flattens himself behind a rock and peers around the edge, watching a squad of goblins carrying torches march past. Readying his knife, Shoto glides out from his hiding place and stalks behind the last goblin in the pack, slitting its throat. As the creature falls to the floor, Shoto dashes to the next victim in line and repeats the action, until the cavern floor lies littered with bleeding goblins clutching at their necks. Following the path forward, Shoto finds himself at the entrance of the minotaur's lair, stepping forward into the dim light. Hiding didn't do any good the last time, so hopefully getting the first strike head on will make a difference.

Turning his attention the far end of the room, Shoto sees the rocky throne, this time with the monstrous beast man resting on it. With a loud snort, the minotaur acknowledges the rogue's presence, but without leaving his seat. Shoto keeps his knife at the ready as he steps forward carefully, watching for any sign of movement but the minotaur continues to show minimum interest. A gust of wind swirls from behind Shoto into the room, and the bull man's nostrils flare, suddenly remembering Shoto's scent. Bracing himself, Shoto prepares for the monster to rush him, but the minotaur simply sits back on its thrown and spreads its legs, the strange sheath holding its cock beginning to engorge. 

Shoto remains frozen in place as he watches the minotaur's cock slowly extend and hang between its muscled legs, his mouth watering from the memory of his last encounter. His eyes stay locked to the monster's shaft as it rises to full mast, a thick drop of pre forming at the flared head. Slowly sliding his knife back into his leg holster, Shoto creeps forward, hoping the beast man will let him pass unmolested. The exit to the rest of the dungeon lies just past the monster's makeshift throne and Shoto continues his slow march forward, ready to run if need be, but the bull headed half man simply watches from his seat. Finally, Shoto is just in front of the exit and urges his muscles to leap forward past the minotaur, but his body refuses to obey. Turning instead to the beast man's throne, Shoto steps closer and feels himself falling to his knees, a single hand reaching out and touching the strange animal cock.

Shoto can see the exit out of the corner of his eye, but it gradually fades from view as his face seems to get drawn by an invisible force towards the minotaur's pulsing cock head. Squeezing gently, Shoto watches more milky white pre collect along the strange shaped head, his tongue already unconsciously extended. A strange fog clouds his mind and keeps his legs from sprinting out of the room, the musky smell filling his nostrils. Angling the shaft towards him, Shoto laps at the minotaur's tip, letting the beast's precum coat his tongue before swallowing with a shiver. The minotaur snorts in approval as Shoto worships his shaft, enjoying the sight of another human submitting on its own. Rubbing his hands along the strange leathery shaft, Shoto does his best to suck and lick the head of the beast man's cock, licking up every hint of pre as soon as it appears.

Shoto's own cock imprints in his pants as he mindlessly slavers over the bestial shaft in front of him. One hand falls to his crotch to rub himself through the fabric, spurring him on to take the minotaur's cock further. Unable to fit the flared head past his lips, Shoto doubles his efforts of stroking the massive length until he feels it begin to throb in his hands, his mouth covering the minotaur's slit. A few more pulses and a huge spurt of monster seed covers the inside of Shoto's mouth, the excess pooling in the back of his throat. Swallowing immediately, Shoto continues stroking the huge length as he sucks desperately to pull more monster ooze from the bestial cock. A low groan emanates from the minotaur as Shoto does his best to suck it dry, the rogue's lips and tongue dancing all over the flattened head of its cock. Long ropes of white shoot from the tip and land either in Shoto or on him, his skin getting painted both inside and out by minotaur seed until finally, no more remains. 

Sitting back on his hands, Shoto shakes his head to clear it, his gaze finally broken from the minotaur's drooping shaft and shifting to the exit behind the throne. The monster seems thoroughly sated by Shoto's mouth and doesn't offer any resistance when he stands, walking calmly past the rock throne and into the next area. 

Burping up a glob of minotaur cum, Shoto wipes his mouth on his sleeve and wanders further into the strange cave formation, back in unknown territory. The path ahead has no visible light sources, forcing Shoto to break open another flare and stepping forward carefully. Following the wall to his right, Shoto marches deeper and notices the air beginning to feel more oppressive, heavier in his lungs. Not quite to the point where it becomes difficult to breathe, but it definitely seems to take a bit more effort. A faint sound echoes off in the distance, snarls and howls becoming clearer as Shoto makes his way towards them. As the growls grow louder, Shoto slows his approach, dimming the light on the flare. 

Peeking around the corner, Shoto strains his eyes in the dark, making out a number of hunched dark shapes throughout the next room. As his vision adjusts, he begins to see ears, tails, fangs, snouts... This is a den of wolves, it seems. Pulling his knife free, Shoto steadies himself when, suddenly, one of the wolves rises up on its hind legs, strange clawed hands dangling by its sides. Sniffing the air, it gives a loud bark, drawing the attention of the other werewolves and snarling something unintelligible. Engrossed by the pack ahead of him, Shoto only notices the presence behind him once it's already reaching towards him, turning in a panic to see yet another tall werewolf. Gripping Shoto by the neck, it pulls him closer and gives a couple heavy sniffs, its wet nose brushing against Shoto's cheek. 

Shoto struggles to break free, bringing his knife up at an awkward angle to stab into the werewolf's paw but it fails to penetrate the monster's thick skin. Sharp claws dig into the rogue's skin, drawing a shallow line of blood but not enough to cause injury, the werewolf still sniffing curiously. The werewolf's snuffling continues along to Shoto's crotch and pauses, a number of more intense sniffs and a few tentative licks dampening the fabric. Pulling futilely at the clawed fingers around his neck, Shoto endures the monster's inspection, feeling its long tongue lapping at his half hard cock. The licking grows more insistent and covers the front of Shoto's pants with warm drool, his waist squirming from the odd stimulation but still growing to full length against the werewolf's tongue. Hanging in the air, Shoto can only writhe and moan as the bipedal wolf laps at his crotch, his body shuddering and cock burping out a small glob of cum into his undershorts. 

Detecting a new scent beneath Shoto's pants, the werewolf swirls its tongue around the end of Shoto's cock imprint, taking in the new flavor and giving a grunt of approval. The werewolf's nonstop attention keeps Shoto cumming as every new lick to Shoto's crotch sends him over the edge once more until he hangs limp in the beast's grip. Finally content, it drops Shoto to the ground, letting him get a good look at the giant red rocket protruding from its waist. 

"Come on, there's no way..."

Whining uselessly, Shoto tries to shuffle away from the dripping cock before the werewolf pulls him back by the ankle and flips him onto his hands and knees, claws tearing at the rogue's new clothing until his rear is exposed. Hunching over Shoto, the werewolf lets its weight pin him in place, its hips already jabbing back and forth in anticipation. 

Shoto can feel the tip of the werewolf's tapered penis sliding all over his backside as it tries to find its target, slippery pre covering his skin. He does his best to angle his hips away, but accidentally ends up moving to meet the spurting tip, a sharp gasp letting the beast know it hit home. Pushing forward, the werewolf spears Shoto on the pointed head of its cock with a loud howl, letting its packmates know it succeeded in finding a mate. Shallow thrusts drive the remainder of the beast's strangely shaped length past Shoto's ring until he can feel its fuzzy balls resting against his own. Anxious to breed, the werewolf wastes no time letting Shoto adjust, hammering with full force immediately into the rogue, its crimson rod still spurting slick pre into his guts. 

Werewolf pre seed leaks from around the pistoning shaft buried in Shoto's hole, covering his sack and length, the remainder falling down his quivering thighs. Unable to keep up with beast's lightning fast pace, Shoto curls his hands into fists and moans shamelessly into the dark, the werewolf's head hanging over Shoto's shoulder and panting excitedly in his ear. A familiar tingle emanates through Shoto's nethers and he looks between his legs to see his cock drooling white onto the ground, face turning red. Shoto's own pleasure interests the werewolf little, unaware of the rogue's orgasm outside of the sudden new pressure around its cock. All that matters is emptying its own load inside another human, and it won't be much longer now. 

Lost in a daze of nonstop pounding, Shoto's mind snaps back to reality when something begins popping in and out of his already stretched ring. The werewolf's pounding slows a bit as the new growth around the base of its cock expands, then continues at its original pace once it stops slipping through Shoto's hole. Unfortunately, it still pushes the knot insistently, sending Shoto into a frenzy as he tries to escape, but a pair of clawed hands around his waist keep him firmly in place. With a series of loud growls, the werewolf drives forward, the knot gradually forcing Shoto's hole open to accept it, then breaking through with a pop, Shoto's ring closing around the narrow end behind it. Tears run down Shoto's cheek as his body trembles from a mix of pain and pleasure, the knot placing constant pressure on his prostate. 

The werewolf continues its thrusts as best it can, but with the knot buried in Shoto's guts, all it does is make the rogue spit white onto the ground. Even though it's unable to move much, the werewolf arrives at its own climax all the same, giving a long howl as it spews runny seed deep into Shoto, the knot ensuring minimal escape. Looking down, Shoto watches his toned midriff bloat and swell from the liquid deposit, slamming a fist into the damp rock as he once again becomes the breeding toy of another monster. 

Minutes pass and the pair remain tied in place, Shoto eventually collapsing onto the ground with the werewolf lying on top of him, waiting for its seed to take inside the rogue's backside, not realizing he lacks the parts for proper impregnation. Shoto's own cock rests in a puddle of his own making as he dozes off, worn out by the beast's frantic pounding. 

The smell of wild animals rouses Shoto from his slumber, sunlight peeking through the blinds of his room and into his eyes. Turning over into his pillow, Shoto slowly remembers the last half a day, sitting upright in the inn's bed and rubbing his eyes until his vision focuses. Sitting across the room are the minotaur and the werewolf from before, calmly watching Shoto from their comically small chairs. 

"Uhh... Hello? Did you bring me back here?"

Slowly reaching for his leg holster, Shoto realizes he's naked under the covers, his clothes stacked neatly on the table beside him. The duo give muffled grunts, and remain in their seats, a sign Shoto takes as affirmation. This wasn't quite what he had planned when he took on the quest, but the goal was to end the violence and kidnappings after all.

"Are you going to stop taking people from the village?" Shoto asks, still unsure if they understand him. Both monsters give a nod and a snort, standing from their creaking chairs before stepping forward. Watching Shoto with intense eyes, they seem to stare right through the white cotton bed sheets and leer openly, drool falling from their maws. With a nervous gulp, Shoto guesses what their intentions are and a look at their waists confirms it. 

"Hey, wait. I still have a job to do! Are there any other monsters in the cave?"

Pausing in their tracks, the monstrous pair seem to think for a moment before giving another nod. Gripping the bedsheets in his fist, Shoto realizes that any monsters further down must be stronger than these two, and quickly blurts out a proposition.

"If you help me clear out the rest of the dungeon, I'll let you have your way with me."

Tossing the covers aside, Shoto reveals his naked form to the towering monsters, watching their cocks rise to meet him. Giving a snort of amusement, the minotaur steps to the edge of the bed, its mottled cock dripping slime onto Shoto's pale skin as he lies beneath it. Giving its length a few strokes, the minotaur seems to shift its tongue around in its mouth, trying to form words, the werewolf slinking around the the other side of the bed. Finally, with a strange smile, it looks down at Shoto and utters in a deep voice.

"Deal."

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