Luis’ eyes bulged and his hands flew to her impossibly large thighs. He pressed against them, an involuntary reaction to being throat fucked with massive, sweaty Amazon cock. Hayko enjoyed his feeble protest. As long as she didn’t feel his teeth, she would spare him another slap with her gargantuan palm. He could struggle all he wanted while he gagged on her cock.
*GLORM SCHLORP SCHLUUURP GUUWAAAKK GLLUURRP GLLLOORPP*
The Futazon’s climax approached as she demanded more pleasure from his tight throat. Her vice-like hands pushed and pulled Luis’ mouth up and down her musty shaft with greater speed. Through hazy, blood-cracked vision, Luis could tell the well-endowed Goddess was getting close. He braced himself for the inevitable as he was face-fucked into oblivion with fat, spit-coated penis.
“GUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MMMMMMMNNNNNNNNN!!!”
Hayko hilted in his throat and her hot, gelatinous seed rushed out in a torrent. The first three mighty spurts funneled down Luis’ maw, but after that, his cum-packed gullet backed up quickly. Sticky semen erupted from the sides of his mouth and spat from his nose. A mess of white, sloppy gunk blasted all over the base of Hayko’s cock and balls as she yelled in ecstasy.
The brunette giant placed one hand on the back of his head and leaned back with the other, moaning endlessly as the rest of her cock-snot hosed into Luis and drizzled out of his bitch-made mouth. Luis concentrated on sucking air through semen clogged nostrils and remaining conscious until Hayko’s copious ejections finally ceased.
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The sun was dipping into the horizon as Hayko re-entered her village with Luis in tow behind her. It had been a long trek through the wilderness, but it seemed their journey was finally at an end. As they walked down a long dirt path toward the center of the town, Luis got his first peek of the life that awaited him.
They passed many huts on either side. At each one, he saw similar sights. There were many large women like Hayko. Without fail, they either sported a fat bulge in their tribal attire or their colossal cocks hung out for the world to see. Collared men were doing housework, serving as human furniture for the women, giving them massages or servicing their dripping erections. The sloppy sounds of cock sucking and the smacking and pounding of hips against ass were all around them. They passed countless spectacles of Amazons fucking male slaves.
The closer they got to the village center, the more often Hayko let out a shout in her tribe’s strange language. It sounded like a victory chant. Each time her voice pierced the air, more women came to see the prize she’d claimed. The Futazons answered back with whoops and hollers of approval. Jeers and winks at Luis followed recitations of the same victorious rallying cry.
Once in the central square, several tribeswomen came forward to help Hayko. Luis was hastily bent over a wooden altar and his wrists and ankles were tied tightly below it. Excited yells went up from the growing crowd of well hung huntresses as they gathered closer. What remained of Luis’ trousers and boxers were ripped off and cast into a fire.
He wasn’t even surprised when a fair-skinned, wild looking Amazon brought her meaty cock to his lips and shoved it home. Another woman spit on his pucker several times and massaged his delicate rim in circles. Within seconds, her thick, black cum pipe thrust deep, stretching his ring wide and claiming his anal virginity. The young man grunted and groaned around the fat schlong drilling into his throat. All his muffled yelling did was please the woman at his front and hasten her thrusting hips.
Luis would be the centerpiece of many Futazon spitroasts that night and in the nights to come. As he endured their ceaseless pounding, he had plenty of time to contemplate his predicament. Was this some sort of divine punishment or just happenstance? Would he eventually come to embrace the life of a collared cock slave? Or would he be better off with his crew mates, languishing at the bottom of Davy Jones’ locker? Only time would tell.
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