Second Day (5 of 6)
Breaking a Warlord: Mulsae uses Damion in... a different fashion
‘Breaking a Warlord’ Content Warning: Erotic Horror
Story contains non-consensual sex, psychological manipulation, power imbalance, humiliation, dehumanization, and other dark, disturbing themes.
This story invites reflection on what happens to the mind under sustained horror, how identity reshapes itself around trauma, and what traces of agency persist when autonomy has been stripped away.
Proceed with extreme caution.
"Sit in the tub." Damion stands then carefully lowers himself into the tub. Some of his open sores sting at the contact with water. The tub is no longer warm enough to provide therapeutic assistance for his aching muscles.
"Let's try to get through this faster than last night. If something is annoying you say so out loud and we'll try to work it out so we can get the bath over and done with quickly. Do you understand?"
Damion clenches his jaw. Just tell him what's annoying me? Really? Well these cuffs are fucking annoying. That anal plug is fucking annoying. This entire fucking situation is fucking annoying! His anger pulls through his body. He just wants to explode! Exploding would have no benefit and would cause him more harm, though. He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. He imagines himself roaring so loudly that the tents would fly away. Damion starts panting. He feels better, though.
"Excellent temper management. Good boy."
Damion stops panting. Fuck off, Mulsae. Damion takes his hands away from his face and glares at him.
Mulsae smirks then composes his face into a serious expression, "I hear you that the cuffs and anal plug are annoying. However, they are non-negotiable. Can we get through this bath with them present?"
Damion rolls his eyes to the ceiling and lets out a large loud sigh. He reestablishes eye contact then nods his head. Mulsae gives a curt nod as acknowledgement.
Mulsae soaps up his hands and washes Damion's body, having him move, stand, and sit as needed without trouble. He uses firm pressure and glides his hands along Damion's body in a swift, clinical-like manner. Damion keeps his focus on what Mulsae is doing. Every time a touch triggers a memory of the bath last night he feels grateful Mulsae is doing it entirely differently tonight. Just do it and get it done.
"I most certainly don't plan on washing you every day for the rest of your life. These cuffs are only temporary while we are here in the war camp. Once we are home your hands will be free to allow you to bathe yourself."
Oh thank the gods, I'll be able to freely move my arms and shoulders on a regular basis.
"We should be able to get back home in about… three days or so."
Three days or more? I've only been here for a little over a day and it feels like an excruciating eternity. Damion noticeably deflates.
"We'll get through it. You might be able to fly before we leave!"
Really? That soon?
"You've been such a good boy. Keep it up and we'll be flying soon."
Damion turns wistful. Flying. Flying. He recalls several flights he had taken to work off stress. Oh gods do I have a lot of stress right now that needs to be worked off! Flying would feel just… wonderful.
Mulsae stands up and offers his hand as he says, "Stand." Damion sighs then grabs Mulsae's hand to pull up into a standing position. "Out." Mulsae swiftly towels him off. He neglected to wash Damion's hair. Damion is grateful to not be scared about being drowned again.
“Heel.” Mulsae walks over to the bed, pulls back the blankets and furs, then sits on the side of it. He opens his legs wide, his naked cock hardened at attention on display.
“Kneel between my legs.” Dread blooms across Damion's body. He knows what that positioning means. He has never even touched another man's cock before, let alone put his mouth on one. He complies with the command, carefully and gingerly lowering himself into a kneel. His trembling betrays his dread. Damion keeps eye contact with Mulsae to minimize how much he sees his cock.
“Tonight, I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” Damion rapidly blinks to prevent tears. A part of him knew Mulsae would want this of him eventually. It was inevitable. The time is apparently now.
“I am aware you have no experience with doing this yourself, while having an abundance of experience having it done on you. You are familiar with various techniques as an observer but not as a performer.” Damion takes a deep breath and tries to calm his pounding heart.
“I don't expect you suck my cock just freestyle. I will be instructing you on what to do step by step. Do you understand?” Damion nods.
“First step is familiarizing yourself with my cock. Look at my cock, Damion.” He takes a deep breath and shifts his gaze down to the area between Mulsae's legs.
“Observe its length and girth. See how the head is shaped.” Damion sees a long and wide shaft tipped with a pink head. How do women work with cocks so easily? Damion feels intimidated.
“Look at how the shaft connects with the balls. Look at how the sack of my balls is shaped.” Damion sees a large sack with rippling skin across it. The left side hangs a little lower than the right side.
“Now we're going to familiarize your mouth with my cock.” Dreading anticipation flutters its way up Damion's body.
“Put your lips open mouth on my balls.” Damion slowly and hesitatingly moves his head forward towards Mulsae's cock. Can I get out of this? What are my options??
Mulsae's odor infiltrates Damion's senses. It weighs heavily in his nostrils. I know I can't completely escape but maybe if I lash out I could at least escape the occurrence of having a cock in my mouth. For a little while longer at least. Later is much better than right now. Damion’s mind swirls through different ideas of how to lash out.
“You can't get out of this, Damion. If you do not do as I say and lash out instead, I will force you to suffocate on my cock.” Damion's eyes widen to full circles exposing the whites in his eyes. Terror grips his spine.
“Those are your choices, do as I say or suffocate. Either way, my cock is going into your mouth tonight. Do you want it to happen with consideration of you, or without consideration of you?”
With consideration. With consideration. With consideration. Damion is horrified at the concept of being suffocated. Fuck, Mulsae may have found the greatest fear I didn't even know I had. He recalls the moments of terror he experienced whenever someone defeated him during a spar and put him in a chokehold. It's been a long time since that happened, though. Just when he was a young teen. He's since been too strong to let anyone get a hold over him like that.
And now Mulsae has a hold over him like that. He's reading every thought and has learned what I just learned: I fear suffocation. Mulsae is going to always hold suffocation over my head. Fuck.
Damion places his open mouthed lips on Mulsae's ball sack. Mulsae's scent is overpowering his senses. It is almost all he can even think about.
“Good boy.” I'll be good. I'll be good. I'll be good. Damion chants to himself. He starts to tremble. Fuck, I'm so scared I'm whimpering to myself.
“Place your tongue on my sack as well.” Damion complies and feels so much more of the texture than he does with his lips. His senses are now dominated by odor and the texture of skin.
“Using your lips and tongue, mouth around the sack of my balls. Do not try to pleasure me, focus just on familiarizing yourself with my balls. Feel the skin, the texture, and the softness.” Damion mouths at Mulsae's ball sack. He steadily goes down to the bottom, shifts to the side a bit, then mouths his way back up to the top. He continues this motion and covers the entirety of the front of his sack. Damion's focus is on precisely following Mulsae's instructions, the texture and pliability of the skin, and the thick heavy aroma.
“Open your mouth and gently take a ball into your mouth.” Damion's mind is just wholly invested in acknowledging his sensations. He is nowhere and nothing, he is merely observing what exists without judgment. Simply gathering data with no care of what any of it means. He opens his mouth wider and gently sucks in the left ball.
“Move your tongue around the ball to get an understanding of what it feels like.” Damion swirls his tongue around. He feels a slippery egg-like object under soft pliable skin. It tastes like clean water over freshly washed skin, which feels wrinkled and finely textured.
“Lick up and down my cock. Explore my cock with your mouth and tongue.” Damion complies, sticking out his tongue to lick up the shaft. He feels the soft skin that covers a rock hardness. He mouths down the shaft feeling the curve of his girth.
“Place the tip in your mouth and close your lips around the shaft.” Damion freezes. This is it, he thinks, this is the moment. He wants to run. He wants to cry. He fears suffocating.
Damion struggles against the part of him that wants to run as he slowly moves his head in position. The force that wants to run while forgetting consequences is pulling on the force terrified of the consequences of non-compliance. With a shuttering inhale, he opens his mouth and slowly lowers his head so that his mouth envelopes the tip.
The force within him that wanted to run is furious, roaring, hitting things, and yelling about all the ways he is pathetic. Fear is keeping it contained, but the battle reflects upon Damion's face with a few dropped tears. He closes his mouth around the shaft. The head of Mulsae's cock is firmly seated in his mouth resting on his tongue.
“Good boy. You're doing so well.” He loathes being called a good boy. He also finds comfort, safety, and security in the words. Because he's breaking. Tears flow freely down his face. He takes a shuddering inhale and slowly exhales.
“Swirl your tongue around the head exploring it.” Damion makes a revolution around the head with his tongue, then starts rubbing his tongue all around taking note of the taste and texture. He licks the tip of his tongue into the slit because he presumes that would have been Mulsae's next command.
“Lower your head and take more of my cock in your mouth. Go as slowly as you need to, but continue to move forward until you gag," Mulsae instructs, "Unfortunately, lots of gagging is inevitable in the process of learning how to be properly throat fucked.” Damion remains still as he laments. Gods, gagging. So much gagging is in his future.
He starts to lower his head and take more of Mulsae's cock in his mouth. His breathing tightens. His breathing constricts so narrowly each inhale feels like a razor running down his lungs. His heart is beating so wildly like a scared bird in a small cage. His inhales cause wheezing sounds, and he is beginning to suspect he isn't getting enough air.
“Damion, sit up.” He swiftly releases Mulsae's cock and sits back. His mouth is hanging open as he pants. He feels he can breathe more easily already. Thank gods, thank gods, thank gods it stopped.
“You're having a panic attack. Take a deep breath, hold, 1, 2, 3, and exhale, hold, 1, 2, 3. Then inhale, hold, 1, 2, 3, exhale, hold, 1, 2, 3. Keep doing that until you can breathe easier and feel calmer.” Damion greedily follows as instructed, willing to take any suggestions so he can breathe easier.
“You don't want to gag. I don't blame you, I hate gagging, too. No one likes it, but many push through so they can be throat fucked. You can do this, too.” Gods, how do all those women willingly do this to themselves? For us?
“Gagging is just another thing you will have to endure. Do you understand?” Damion responds in a raspy croak, “Yes.”
Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck. There is just so much to endure right now. Endure endure endure. I am in a constant state of enduring. Gods, the weight just keeps piling on and is so much I feel like I'm going to snap!
“Keep up the deep breathing and still your mind. Calm your body and relax.” Fuck you. But the fighting is exhausting him so he follows as Mulsae instructs. He breathes deeply and slowly and tries to let go of his thoughts.
Mulsae waits while Damion breathes deeply until he senses from Damion that he feels better. “I will cum from your mouth tonight. You will gag multiple times.” Endure endure endure. How do I endure?
“We're taking this slow so you have time to process and figure out coping techniques. Now, put my cock back into your mouth and take as much as you can until you gag. Go slowly. Maintain slow deep breaths and keep your mind calm and stilled.” Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck.
“Relax your body and take deep breaths.” A few moments later, “Keep taking slow deep breaths while slowly leaning towards me.” Mulsae's aroma dominates Damion's senses again. “Place your lips on the tip of my cock.” Damion leans forward so his lips just touch the tip. “Open your mouth and slowly take in the tip.” Deep breaths, still my mind. Deep breaths, still my mind.
“Slowly lower your head and take more of my cock in your mouth.” Damion wills his body to lower his head bit by bit, a subtle minute movement downward, but a progressing movement nonetheless. He starts to feel the tip press against the back of his tongue. He oh so slowly continues and the tip passes the back of his tongue.
Damion's body suddenly convulses, and he whips his head up, sits back and pants heavily with his mouth hanging open. His body sways back and forth with each breath.
“Good boy. You did it! You got through the first gag. We next need to work on you being able to stay in position when you gag. Do that again, but when you gag, resist moving your head away. Keep it where it is on my cock.” Damion whimpers.
Damion slowly takes Mulsae's cock back into his mouth. He stills once the head reaches the back of his tongue. He preps his fortitude to do this again. Stay in place, keep my head in place, he chants as he minutely moves forward to his gag point.
Suddenly, Damion's body convulses and he mentally screams to himself to ‘stay in place!’ He successfully manages to keep his head in place, but his body is wracked again in another convulsion. Stay stay stay in place. Tears stream from his eyes. He backs off Mulsae's cock just a bit so he isn't so close to his gag point. He's panting rapidly.
“Very good boy! Excellent job. You're doing so well, Damion.” He's relieved he's not fucking this up. “Sit up.” Damion sits back with a gasp.
“For this phase I am going to control your movements and make myself cum with your mouth.” Damion gulps. Fuuuuuck.
Mulsae leans under the bed and pulls out something with an iron circle with leather straps on either side. “I am going to brace your mouth in an open position so neither of us need to worry about you chomping on my cock.” Fuuuuuck fuck fuck.
“I am going to hold your head firmly by your hair with both hands and move your head around my cock just the way I want it so that I can cum.” Damion whimpers and deflates.
“Do you understand?” Damion nods dumbly.
“Open your mouth." Fear prevents Damion from complying. He stares at the iron and leather contraption in Mulsae's hands.
Mulsae leans towards him and opens Damion's mouth. He's limp with fear and his mouth opens easily. Mulsae inserts the iron circle into his mouth and rotates it so his teeth rest on it. He then takes the leather straps and wraps them to the back of his head and secures it in place.
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