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Fingers slipped beneath Heizou’s muscle shirt when the train suddenly jerked to one side. He was so helpless against this stranger’s molestations as he tried to silence his moans. The hand on top of his clothed cock kept massaging, stimulating the crown of his head with skilled precision. He couldn’t last longer anymore, he was losing his mind over the warm feeling that spread through him.
“You wanted this, didn’t you? Otherwise why would you wear an outfit that reveals your sexy body?”
There was an almost silent voice of protest from the back of his mind, but his body focused too much on the teasing touches on his heated skin. His nipples were pressed between the skilled fingers of the one behind him and Heizou couldn’t hold back the yelp he let out. In public. In a packed train. Some heads turn around, but none seem to care that someone is getting groped in the train. Damn Inazuma and their bystander effects.
“You liked that, didn’t you? Such sensitive nipples, I’ll make note of that.” What does he mean noted? “O-oi! Wha—“ He was interrupted when the hand pressing on his dick slid under his shorts and directly touched his hardening cock. His thoughts of protesting dissolved and were replaced by an overwhelming sensation. Heizou was powerless before the masterful hands stroking and caressing his penis, knees threatening to give up. The man behind him sensed his balance shifting, so he shifted the hand on his nipples to rest on his abs, giving Heizou the support he needed. It would’ve been nice if I fell instead.
“You like this? The way I’m caressing your cock and nipples right now? Such a sensitive one, it’s like your body was made to become a slut. Give in, Mr. Slutty Body, I’ll be sure to make it feel good for you.” Part of him wanted to, this whole scenario is making him crazy. It was a growing desire that made him less rational and more needy, an awakening of something from deep down. “Hmm, still hesitating, I see… Well, this should help you.” He felt a small item slip inside his ass. It felt normal at first but seconds later he was heating up. No way… They even brought an aphrodisiac. He would have felt scared but the drugs started working on him. Then, everything stopped.
“Huh?” Heizou tried looking back to check the hands on his body.
“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted this to stop?” Heizou did want them to stop. But not like this, not when they left him so aroused that he can’t even think straight. His sharp senses, which have been his greatest asset, are now his biggest weakness. He’s aware of everything: the way the ventilators on the train blow air against the exposed skin on his sides, the feeling of fabric sliding against his hard and sensitive nipples, the way this person breathes warm air towards his ears. Everything just keeps adding on to the horniness in his core. Fuck, I’m surrounded by these people. I don’t think I can bring myself to fight… Might as well.
“P-please…”
“What did you say? Didn’t hear you the first time.”
“Please, continue.” That earned a chuckle from the man behind him. “Let’s get off on the next stop, shall we?” A few seconds later, the train speakers announced the next stop. Heizou in his lusty haze almost missed the announcement, lost in the sensations plaguing his skin and senses. He could only feel himself getting dragged to the station bathroom, the most discreet place in the station. Once they reached an empty toilet stall, Heizou was pushed forward, his hands resting against the wall and back facing the door.
“Good boy, you’ve become honest I see.” A hand patted on his hair while the other kept groping at him, pulling down his pants. Heizou barely registered the praise, but he could feel it shooting down his dick. His eyes were already teary from the oversensitivity and teasing, but the other guy barely did anything to relieve him of this hunger that he created. “But first, I want to get your consent,” the man snickers, mocking his desperation. “Beg for me to mess you up, tell me that your body is mine.” Is he insane? It would be better if he just fucked him! This guy molested me without asking and now he’s mocking me. Heizou could only gasp, feeling the heat seep more to the rest of his body, threatening to take over his mind. “If you don’t, I could leave you here. You better get lucky though, no one comes in this area a lot, you might even be caught by security and sent to jail… hahaha” Heizou mustered all of his strength to ask for something he will regret.
“Hngg… P-please… I’m begging you. Mess me up… My bo—body is yours! Haa…” There was no burden lifted on him, except physical. The hand groping around massaged his pecs and nipples, stimulating him further. Meanwhile, he could feel the hard dick of his attacker pressing against his ass. Without another word, he pressed against Heizou’s hole and thrust inside, all the way to the base. Heizou tried to scream, he didn’t know why: surprise, pain, or relief? But the man pulled Heizou’s back to his chest, clamping his mouth and keeping his other hand underneath the shirt, pressing against the muscles of his torso. Muscles that Heizou couldn’t bring to use against this stranger, and only served to engage him to molest him further. “Fuck!! Your hole is so good, and this body…” He says while running his palm on top of Heizou’s abs, “You wanted this, didn’t you? You showed off this delicious body as bait for me.”
Heizou couldn’t do anything against the barrage of accusations, not when his hole was sending tingles across his core, pooling on his dick. Not when the hands groping at him give him so many overwhelming sensations that he can barely form sentences. Not when the part of his mind that is telling him to stop feeling so good gets more and more silenced by the second. “You know what? Let’s set this seductive body free.” Snappy ripping sounds were heard as Heizou’s flimsy muscle shirt got torn to shreds. “You don’t even deserve a shirt, you muscle slut.” Heizou moaned at that. His brain was starting to lose the ability to distinguish pain and pleasure, insults and praise, and his dick was starting to take over. Heizou brought his free hands to his dick, hoping to relieve himself and to end this rape sooner. He was met with a slap on his wrists.
“Tsk! Bad slut. You don’t need your dick, you have mine to make you feel good.” Instead, the man grabbed Heizou’s hands and brought them against his pecs. “Here, play with your tits.” Heizou blushed at the language used to describe his chest, and complied. He grabbed and pinched his sensitive nipples, who only grew needier at the man’s neglect. “Fuck! You love playing with your tits, huh? Your hole just tightened!” Heizou no longer wished to deny that, his sole focus is to drown himself in this torrent of pleasure, to drown the shame he felt.
Soon after, he reached climax. It was the highest he ever peaked and his cum shot straight to the wall, shooting hard. Instead of relief, however, the longing he felt intensified. Confused, he looked back at the stranger, who only gave him a sinister grin. “Thought this would be over? No. Remember that drug I gave you? That wasn’t your regular horny drug. It made users more addicted to pleasure as they cum. Seem familiar, Detective Heizou?” HE KNEW HIM! Whatever clarity his mind got, he used to recall details of an investigation he led on fighting a drug ring that made illegal aphrodisiacs. Little did he know that the drug formula has already been refined.
But those worries aren’t his anymore. The man thrust again, and Heizou’s mind went blank with pleasure once more. The man kept on fucking him, draining Heizou’s mental capacity with each passing orgasm until he passed out. Shikanoin Heizou, star detective turned cockslut. Another success for his boss’s drug ring.