Second Day (6 of 6)
Breaking a Warlord: Mulsae uncovers Damion's greatest fear, and makes him face it
‘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.
Damion tests his jaw’s movement and finds it is really braced open. Dread melts down his body. Drool drips down the side of his mouth.
Mulsae snakes the fingers of both hands through Damion's hair and finds a solid grip. He manipulates his head side to side and in a circle to test his grip and Damion's looseness.
“Good boy. Keep yourself nice and loose for me.” Damion wills himself to relax. Relax relax relax.
“Stick out your tongue all the way. Keep your tongue out at all times.” Damion holds out his tongue. Mulsae slowly lowers Damion's head to the tip of his cock. He pushes the tip against Damion's tongue and rubs it back and forth at a languid pace. Endure endure endure, Damion chants to himself.
Mulsae gradually increases the back and forth motion so the tip of his cock is going deeper and deeper into Damion's mouth. Damion focuses on the grip Mulsae has on his hair, the pull and sting from various strands of hair. He doesn't pay attention to what is happening to his mouth.
Damion's body wracks with a gag. Mulsae pays it no mind, pausing only long enough to hold Damion's convulsing head in place. He continues rubbing himself along Damion's tongue. Shortly after Damion wracks with a gag again. He whimpers and struggles against the bindings on his wrists. He gags yet again. Oh gods, stop it, stop it, stop it. Mulsae continues to relentlessly rub his cock along Damion's tongue. Damion, without thought, tries to pull his head away, but Mulsae has a tight grip. He tries to yell and emits a loud droning sound.
Damion gags and this time he feels Mulsae's cock blow past the gag point and hit the back of his throat. This entirely new sensation and the anxiety of what it means skitters it's way through Damion's body. The sound he's making picks up intensity and tears stream from his eyes as he weeps.
Mulsae never stops, never provides a break, continuing to gradually increase depth and speed. Eventually his cock is hitting the back of Damion's throat with every thrust. Damion's focus can't break away from the sensation in his throat. He just feels every jab of Mulsae's cock over and over again.
Mulsae's cock pushes beyond the back of the throat and is forced down into the throat. This new sensation startles Damion. A moment later Mulsae goes that deep again. Oh fuck fuck fuck. It's not too long before Mulsae is pushing that far with every thrust. Oh gods oh gods oh gods. Damion can't break his focus away. He becomes his throat. He is his throat, and all he feels is relentless penetration.
Damion quickly realizes he can't breathe when his cock is that far down. He tries to time his breath between thrusts. Inhale, thrust, exhale, thrust, inhale, trust, exhale, thrust. His concentration is so tight that he becomes a machine that just breathes and is penetrated. Watch the penetration, time the breaths.
“Fuck! I'm fucking your mouth, Damion.” Mulsae gasps, hips thrusting in time with the movement of Damion's head. “The Harbinger of the Flood taking my cock. I've broken the great warrior down and reduced him to nothing but holes to fuck.”
Mulsae's panting deepens and his thrusts more erratic, “Your mouth is going to make me cum, Damion!” He abruptly yanks Damion's head back with one hand and grabs his cock with the other. He vigorously pumps himself a few times before he releases a grunting groan and cum spurts out over Damion's face. With Damion's mouth braced open, some of it gets into his mouth.
“Fuck, yes! I am all over your face, Damion!” Damion continues to pant with drool and cum dripping off his face. His eyes are rolled up in the back of his head. He's just existing right now. Just trying to breathe.
Mulsae rotates Damion's face and admires his cum draped along it. He reaches out a hand and smears it all over his face. “Yes!” He pulls their faces together and growls in Damion's ear, “Your throat is mine to fuck.”
Mulsae tosses Damion's head back and then sharply shoves him to the ground. Damion hits the floor and doesn't move, just trying to breathe. Mulsae looms above him. “You're nothing, Damion, and no one. You are simply mine.”
Mulsae turns and walks away. Damion lays on the ground, his mouth still gaping open.
Damion regains his breath and is able to think again. Oh gods. What the fuck. What the fuck was that. Gods, this is what I have to endure? He weeps. He inhales a snorting sniffle and has a shuddering exhale. He crumples his face and whimpers. He turns to his side, brings his hands under his chin and curls his back inward. He sobs. He can't think. He can only cry.
Damion hears that Mulsae is almost near him and instinctively flitches and pushes himself away. “No,” Damion gasps, but because his mouth is braced open it comes out as a strangled noise, “No, no, no!” A sob wracks through him.
Mulsae kneels down beside him quietly shushing, “It's OK, it's alright. You were a very good boy, and we're all done now.” Mulsae reaches behind Damion's head and unbuckles the gag and pulls it off.
Damion trembles and looks up at Mulsae and hesitantly closes his mouth. “We're all done now, and you were a very good boy. Do you understand?” Damion hesitates before nodding slowly.
“Roll on your back a bit and let me wash your face.” Damion angles backwards. Mulsae gently runs a warm wet cloth over his face. It is so utterly soothing and comforting. The muscles in his face instantly relax. Mulsae is moving slowly with gentle pressure. Damion's focus narrows down to only the warm relaxation of the cloth on his face.
Damion's breath hitches when the cloth is taken away. The cold spreads across his face reminding him of his equally stark reality. His jaw trembles threatening to begin crying once more.
Mulsae starts gently running his fingers through Damion's hair. Pleasurable sensations burst through his scalp and down his spine. Oh gods, I need this right now. He thinks of only the soothing caress of Mulsae's fingers.
After a while, Mulsae stops his ministrations and double taps Damion on the shoulder. “Time to go to bed.” Mulsae stands. Damion lifts himself up bit by bit. Tilts his head, then pushes up his torso with his arms, then lifts his hips and finally stands up straight. He is unsteady on his feet and shaking. Mulsae holds his arm to support him and guides him into the bed. He raises Damion's arms and rolls him into position onto his stomach.
Mulsae crawls into bed next to Damion. He cuddles up closely, pressing their bodies together and draping his right leg over Damion's legs. Mulsae caresses up and down Damion's back. He switches to massaging his lower back and gradually shifts his hand downward so he is massaging Damion's ass cheeks. His anus stings with every push and pull on his cheeks.
Mulsae gets a firm grip on the anal plug and starts to loosen it. It stings and feels weird at the same time. Damion emits a strangled, “No. Please.”
“No what?”
“Whatever you're doing to me,” Damion turns his head and presses his forehead into the pillow, “I can't take any more.”
“I hear you that you're overwhelmed right now.”
Damion quickly responds, “It's just too much stuff going on! Too many wildly extreme sensations! I need a break!”
“You're almost at the time for your break. You're almost there and then you can sleep. One last task and you will be able to rest all night long.” Mulsae says soothingly.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do we have to do anything else right now?”
“Because that is the schedule. This is the routine of your breaking, and we can't make exceptions. We both cum morning, noon, and night. You haven't cum yet tonight.”
Damion screams into the pillow, “I'm broken already, okay? Are you happy now?”
“I'm very happy with your progress. You've been breaking quite well. But you do still have a long ways to go.”
Damion screams into his pillow. Gods, I'm so tired, I'm so tired, I'm so tired.
When Damion doesn't have anything more to say, Mulsae returns to loosening up the anal plug. He swirls it around and gently tugs on it. He then applies firm pressure and gradually pulls out past the flare. He leaves it partially inserted like that and gently, slowly, thrusts it in and out. It stings, it's sore, it feels weird, yet also pleasurable.
Mulsae changes the angle to find the right spot. Damion lets out a small gasp, so Mulsae focuses on that spot. Pleasurable feelings radiate through Damion's body. Damion whimpers. I'm just so tired.
Damion emits small moans and groans and subtly trusts his hips. Damion's exhaustion is gradually being smothered by the erotic desire to cum.
Ok, fine, just make me cum already, Damion thinks then throws his focus entirely on the sensations. He's pillowed and cocooned in them. He's supported, comfortable, and safe. He is paying no attention to the noises he is making nor the instinctual movements of his body. He gasps and groans, and unabashedly thrusts his hips.
Finally the cocoon of pleasure fully envelops him and throws him off the cliff. He emits a long loud satisfied groan as his body writhes while following the orgasmic waves.
When Damion stops writhing and is merely panting, Mulsae gently reseats the anal plug. He pulls the covers up and over Damion's back and up to his shoulders while telling him he's a good boy.
“Sleep well, Damion.”
Get fucked, Mulsae, Damion thinks in response.
Mulsae chuckles then settles into the bed to sleep.
Damion feels good. He's just existing in this feeling. There is nothing and no one. Just this warm, safe, pleasurable sensation. He can rest here. He can recuperate. He drifts off to sleep.
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