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Laughter fills the small secluded beach. Lights had been hung up to make it more lively, little wooden torches lit the smiles of many.
Some were playing in the water, others played in the sand, many more enjoying the food and drinks, But of course there were those who had grouped themselves together for a drunken conversation. Plenty to do on a beach, but one thing they most had in common was the alcohol running through their veins. Anyone left who wasn't drunk was there to supervise and lead everyone back to mother base safely after the festivities.
Kazuhira was the life of the party, as he always is. Soldiers flocked to him, surrounding him and bursting out in laughter every now and then. His voice could be heard all throughout the beach, no one could miss it, it was hard to. He spoke like a charismatic car salesman with a sales pitch that could slip through the tightest minds… though instead of giving bullshit discounts to naive folks, he’s talking about his experiences monitoring Snake on his missions. Talking about him like he was some kind of movie star.
Snake watches with his one eye, seeing the blonde mimicking actions with his hands, fully immersing himself in storytelling. Of course it isn't anything he hadn't heard before, he isn't in any way interested in joining the flock to hear them praise him, he’s content where he is, A half done cigar between his teeth, a bottle of MSF’s very own brewed beer in hand, listening to the crash of the waves and the wind brushing through the trees, nipping onto his exposed skin.
It's peaceful where he sits, away from the crowd and he wished to savor every moment of it before he’s back to trudging through the jungles.
“ Guy was right there and could you believe what Snake did? Threw him over his shoulder, knocked him right out!” Kaz loudly exclaimed, laughing out loud at the memory. Snake wishes he bought his walkman with him, then he’d be able to drown out the voices and enjoy the scenery with fitting music.
“ Speaking of Snake, Where’d he go?” At his word the flock looked around, it didn't take long to spot him relaxing.
He sighs in annoyance, seeing the blonde quickly strut towards him.
“ Boss!” Kazuhira calls out, waving an arm up, bending over to talk to Snake.
“ Come join us! We were just talking about you, they wanna hear from the man himself.” Kazuhira grins, pulling on Snake's arm and earning a grunt.
Snake's one eye narrows, focusing on Kazuhira’s face. He’s about to decline until a soldier in the crowd speaks out. “ Yeah we want to see what you did boss!” Another one follows, “ Give us a demonstration, boss!” Then another, until they're all chanting “Boss! Boss! Boss!-”
Reluctantly, Snake puts out his cigar and lowers his drink. He puts his hands up in defeat.
The crowd promptly quiets down after a round of cheers and Kazuhira hooks an arm to Snakes, dragging him out of the chair and into the middle of the crowd where the soldiers throw their hands up and cheer in celebration.
Snake cracks his knuckles, doing some light stretches with his arms and neck before he begins.
“ Any volunteers?” He speaks, The crowd starts looking at each other but none raise a hand, maybe having been frightened by the stories Kazuhira told. Then, enthusiastically, Kazuhira chimes in. “ Try me, Snake! Haven't sparred with you in a while, let's see if I still have it.” He smiles, chest puffed out.
No one has ever seen someone so enthusiastic to be beat up ever, but the crowd still cheers, moving some distance away from the two to allow them space to spar.
“ Let's do it,” Snake grins as well, he’s always enjoyed performing his moves on the blonde. Kaz was a decent fighter, but there was nothing that Snake enjoyed more than seeing him struggle and writhe under him.
The two space themselves out, Kaz does some stretches himself, His toned body looking golden with the torchlights, His muscles carving out the image of the perfect man. His little speedo is the only thing keeping him from resembling an old Greek statue.
The two share a look, and without a seconds notice Kazuhira charges first. His moves are sloppy, his feet wobbled too, It wasn't much for Snake to deflect, Throwing him right into the ground just as Kaz described earlier. Kazuhira lands face first into the sand, even skidding off the sand making his speedo ride down his legs.
The crowd burst out in laughter at the sight of his exposed ass and Kazuhira hurried on his knees, it didn't seem like he’d notice his speedo being halfway down his thighs, and he didn't have the chance to until Snake hooked an arm around his neck and pulled him up on his feet. The angle and the height difference made it so that Kazuhiras knees were bent awkwardly and his shoulders flush against Snakes chest.
One of Snakes thighs are pressed against Kazuhira's ass, arm keeping him in a headlock so he couldn't even look down and see his cock bobbing in the air, for all to see.
The crowd continues to laugh and point. Kazuhira confusedly tries to struggle, but Snakes grip stayed firm.
“ What's this, Kaz? Got a lil’ too excited?” Snake's gravelly voice vibrates right against Kazuhira’s earlobes and he turns red, shimmying his shoulders to try and get the shorter man to let go but to no avail.
“W-what do you mean?” Kaz stutters feeling left out on some cruel joke.
He feels the answer before he hears it, Snake wrapping his hand around his pulsing length.
He jerks hard enough to be able to see it with his own two eyes, Snake's hand engulfing his cock. “ Junior's up?” Snake laughs and Kazuhira thrashes around, being awarded with an arm tightening around his neck.
“ Fuck!” Kaz yelps as Snake squeezes around the appendage. It was a sight to see, how Snakes one hand was big enough to completely cover Kazuhira’s cock, or maybe the opposite, his cock is tiny enough to fit in Snakes hand. It was only 3 inches from the base to the tip, right on the dot. He’s measured it so many times before to see if he could lie but there was no going around it… And now he's around so many people staring at it like it was an anomaly, like they'd thought this was the most hilarious thing they've seen. He turns bright red.
“ Millers got a tiny dick!”
“ No wonder he sleeps around so much, He’s compensating!”
“ Is that even a dick?”
The words mixed with the laughter, so much of them Kaz couldn’t make out who was saying what or what was being said. “ B-boss let me go!” Kazuhira squirms, And again he's met with the same response as his last attempts at escaping. “ You brought this onto yourself Kaz, wouldn't wanna disappoint the guys right? Just showing them what i’d do in a situation like this.” Snake chuckles, the crowd roaring, even growing a bit more as the others join to see the commotion.
“ Men! If we find ourselves in a situation like this, what should we do!” Snake calls out to his men with the same voice he uses to train them. They laugh hysterically before the answers blurt out.
“ Jerk him off!” Was the answer for most and Snake flashes them a smile in agreement.
“ Correct! If you have an enemy held down like this, jerking him off is the next move! Though consider your enemy might have a bigger dick than Kaz here.” He snickers, Now the laughs are deafening, so loud they couldn't hear Kazuhira’s futile pleas and protests.
“ -It's average!” Somehow he timed it perfectly just as the crowd quieted down so all of them heard it. He finds himself staring at the crowd, mortified as they burst out in uncontrollable laughter again.
“ Lying to yourself won't make you feel any better Kaz, look at that thing, do they even make condoms your size?” Snake pushes harder, feeling Kaz twitch in his hand.
Raising his fingers except for the pointer and his thumb to create a circle around Kazuhira’s cock, Snake begins moving up and down, putting extra pressure everytime he brushes over the tip. Kazuhira’s legs lock beneath him and his hips buck, throwing his head back. With the crowd watching him be humiliated so callously, he should be crying, begging for this to stop, but all that left his lips were shameful moans. “ Ahnn— Snakeeee –’”
He should be fighting, no man should settle for this, no man should be humiliated like this, this wasn't supposed to be an enjoyable activity, Yet here was Kaz practically putting on a show with the way he arches into Snakes hand, hips rolling, spilling sinful moans, throwing his head back, exposing his neck and twitching like a bitch in heat.. “ Nghhhh –... Please Snake, stop!” Maybe continue this when there isn't a crowd of about 20 people watching.
Snake doesn't stop, occasionally he chuckles as he hears someone from the crowd mutter something funny. Eyes fixated on Kazuhira’s cock, watching the way it would pulse and throb harder with every vibration of Snake’s throat.
Snake stops his hand just as his fingers circle the head, he moves to rub the tip, digging the side of his nail into the little slit. Kaz turns his head to the side, making an embarrassing noise as the head begins to weep with precum. It hadn't even been that long since Snake began jerking him off. “ Don't tell me you can't last either.” It was a whisper, yet Kazuhira’s breath caught in his throat and hitched. He’s being hit by one insecurity after another.
“N-no… Not if you keep doing that.” Kazuhira answers sheepishly, almost like he wanted Snake to keep on going, why else would he answer? If not to let Snake continue humiliating him in front of the crowd.
Once again, the blonde earns a chuckle that vibrates down his spine, he feels it echoing in his ribcage and buzzing in his cock. It’s hard to last when Snake is making such attractive noises. His voice has always been like magic to Kazuhira, he could say anything and it would always translate into an erection for the blonde.
The eyes in the crowd were assaulting every part of Kaz’s body, not a spot of his body where eyes didnt lay. If eyes could swallow he’d be devoured. Snake's eye felt like it’s burning into him as well, the flame devoured him, isolating him into a bubble of just him and the man. The muscles in his abdomen mimicked waves as Snake continued teasing the sensitive glands, so deep in lust he couldn't notice the sounds he's spilling, most would have to pay to hear such delicate moans but here they were having it for free, in better quality than any porno would offer.
“ Are you enjoying this Kaz? Being used like this infront of so many people?” Kazuhira tries to fight off a nod with a whine, his body barely making an effort to fight the touch anymore, it was more of a show than a genuine effort at this point. His hands were loosely clawing at Snake's forearm, Red marks from his little struggle but nothing serious that would need Snake to take a trip to the med bay the day after.
With only two of Snake's fingers touching him It takes everything in Kazuhira not to grind against the hand on his cock, wanting to feel more of Snakes touch, having enough of a brain to know that if he did so he wouldn't be able to hear the end of it. But he doesn't think with his mind, he thinks with the miserable 3 inches he calls a cock, so his mental efforts were for naught as he grinds into Snakes hand like a desperate whore. The laughter that ensued from the crowd sounded like the hisses and crackles of a fire burning him brighter. He knows he’s losing himself but at this point he couldn't care, all he cared for was the heavy breathing right by his ear, heating the back of his neck, The steady rise and fall of the chest under his shoulder blades, The distinct scent of cuban tobacco whaffing into his nostrils and the hand fondling him. The crowd has become a blur by now, edging between there and not.
When Snake speaks again it's the clearest sound, He hears it over his heart beat and his own ragged breathing. “ Leaking like a bitch.” Was all Snake said, he could feel the pre cum coating his fingers, some dripping into the sand, he forms a fist around Kazuhira’s cock again and collects some of the clear fluid, He raises it to Kazuhira’s mouth who without question eagerly wraps his lips around the digits, letting the fluid drip onto his tongue before its caught between two fingers and he sucks.
Snake begins to talk to the crowd again, the same booming, authoritative tone he playfully uses, Kazuhira catches some of it. “-If all our enemies were like this we’d be way faster at settling things.” It was Snake's turn to make the crowd lose their minds. He continued on talking to his men as if he were the instructor as Kaz sucked on his fingers, lapping up the bitter fluid and humming around the digits.
The blonde looked like a complete whore, his eyes were blown wide and unfocused underneath his glasses, which were the only thing giving the illusion that he’s lucid. Drool seeped from the corners of his lips, his knees shook, He doesn't even notice his cock bobbing for attention but the lack of it makes him whine. Snake begins to play with his tongue, the Blonde lets him do as he pleases, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of the fingers reaching deep into his mouth, just at the edge of his throat. He felt like a dog that ate something it wasn't supposed to. If he had a gag reflex he would be retching right now but they wouldn’t have called him the best throat on MSF for nothing.
Snake fucks his fingers into the mans throat and Kaz makes the appropriate noises, moaning around it. He wishes those fingers were somewhere else. Though, as soon as that thought leaves him, Snake's hand is back on his cock, now well coated in saliva his motions are smoother, Kazuhira’s cock slipping right in and out of his fist. “ Fuckkk - Snake- Godd —” He stammers, hips twitching.
Knots begin to tighten in Kazuhira’s abdomen, they coil together tight and it feels warm. He's trying, holding onto those knots, if they got any tighter they’d come apart and he’d come undone in Snake’s arms in front of everyone, for everyone to see.
“ Come on Kaz, no use in holding it in.” Snake’s hand is moving faster than before, his grip tight. It was a brutal handjob, Kazuhira’s glands sensitive and overstimulated from the back and forth motion. “Nghn–” Kaz opened his mouth to speak but couldn't get any words out, not with the simulation taking all his focus.
Snake's hand stops and Kazuhira is afforded a second to catch up on the breath he didn't know he was holding. For a moment he thinks Snake actually let him go, he miserably whines, missing the touch. His show off a fight earlier was just that, a show. His body bucks in the air for contact, practically frothing at the mouth for anything.
“ Now boy,” Snake cooed with his deep gruff voice, Speaking to Kaz like he’s an overexcited dog. Kaz calms down, breathing heavy, then he feels it, One big calloused hand on his balls, gripping the base. “ They’re so tight.” Snake observes with a grin. “ Doesn't it hurt?” He’s speaking so low that no one but Kazuhira can hear it. The blonde moans and nods, his knees shaking as Snake fondles his balls between his fingers. “ Yeah…” Kaz responds, voice breathy and shaking too.
“ Cum for me.”
The knots tightened, fraying at the seams, Kazuhira almost tips over. His red hot cock bobbing when it doesn't get its release. “ N-Not here, Please Snake…” His begs fall on deaf ears, Soon he’s getting jerked off again and he doesn't know how long he can last with Snake breathing right by his ear, fingers callously untying the knots in his abdomen where the muscle flexes and tightens.
“ I know what you are, Kaz. You want to cum infront of everyone. You want everyone here to take turns on you.” Snakes lips are brushing against his ear lobes now, His beard tickling the flesh. Kaz frantically shakes his head, Those words pushed him further, He has the edge of his orgasm by the tip of his finger. He closes his eyes as tears well up in the corners of them, putting his entire mind into just holding on. Which was proving to be difficult.
“ Know, They're gonna be thinking of this forever. Hand on their dick thinking about how much a miserable, pathetic bitch you are. Just look at you, what man would get hard being humiliated.” Kazuhira’s nails are embedded tight in Snake’s forearm now, his breath stops.
Snake chuckles and suddenly he stops moving his hand, simply dragging his thumb over the sensitive head. The slow drag, almost endearing, as if his caressing the organ, makes Kazuhira's heart swell. It's less overstimulating, but that only meant he was able to feel all of it. He could feel every line and fissure of Snake's thumb gently running over the engorged head, and the swollen veins working overtime, pulsing as they pumped blood at a speed Kazuhira thought to be impossible.
His heart skips a beat and his cock lovingly reacts to the touches with yet another series of twitches. It looks almost as though it had a mind of its own squirming at Snake's touch. Snake finds it humorous, leaning his head against Kazuhira as if in awe.
“Look at it go.” He says, giving it a tight squeeze which does not help to calm it down, instead doing the complete opposite. Kazuhira can't answer of course, if he opens his eyes he'll see the dozens of eyes all on him like wolves on a sheep. Their stares alone degrade and mock him, He enjoys that . He wouldn't be able to look into the sea of eyes without losing it, knowing those eyes were touching every single part of him, the phantom of a dozen hands running their fingers all over his body.
He can't open his mouth either, He's already doing a horrible job suppressing his not so little mews of pleasure, if he were to try to speak a coherent word it would come out a broken jumbled mess, So he keeps as is, shaking his head again until he freezes and his eyes shot open, gasping. He feels teeth on his earlobe, they're chewing on the cartilage. Kazuhira hadn't known that part of him to be so sensitive before. He wishes those lips would move down, suck marks into his neck, bite him , give him a physical reminder of this moment he could feel later when he's jerking off late at night. He would tattoo it if he could. Instead, the teeth retract and he hears the breathing right next to his ear.
“ Be a good boy for me, Kaz.”
All it took were those words, Snake isn't even finished saying the sentence and Kazuhira’s balls tightened into his body before he came undone with a cry. It was loud, louder than the roar of laughter which ensued at the strings of white shooting into the air before they arched down into the sand. Kazuhira's eyes roll into the back of his head, Jaw overextended. His head thrown back so hard his glasses fly off, His legs give out beneath him so he hangs by his neck on Snake's arm. The lack of oxygen to his brain only serves to make the orgasm more exhilarating, he’s lightheaded, Brain a complete blank filled with only a warm cloud of pleasure.
The feeling is wracking his entire body, nerves on fire bursting into molten lava. If Snake were to let him go he would drop to his knees, He couldn't care about that though, not with Snake squeezing the jizz out of him, basically milking him. The flow died down eventually, coming in quick short spurts that slithered out of his twitching cock. He could die where he is, in Snakes arm just blissed out of his mind.
He's on cloud 9, thinking of those hands touching him elsewhere, everywhere. He hadn't felt this good before, hadn't been bought to an orgasm this fast, He usually last at least 5 minutes, but here he is becoming putty in the arms of a man he loved.
“ -Still going?”
It's the first thing Kazuhira hears when the ringing in his ears stops. He blinked and it was like time had skipped. His breathing is normal now, two strong hands holding him under his arms… Snake wasn't even touching him anymore. He looks down and sees his cock still leaking like a broken faucet, the of paddle of cum and wet sand touching his toes. It really is a pitiful sight, such a small thing weeping. He whines.
“ Get up.” Snake's voice is back to normal now, He sounds pleased and upbeat, but of course his gruff tone and gravelly voice would make that hard for any normal person to deduce. He tries to push the blonde up gently, severely overestimating Kazuhira's ability to function normally after that orgasm practically rewired his brain and cleaned out the cracks. For a second the blonde balances on his feet like a fawn, before he falls right into the sand, crashing into his own puddle.
The laughter couldn't affect Kazuhira anymore, he was far beyond humiliated that fighting back any of it now would only humiliate him further. He looks up, the eyes pinning him to the ground, he’s only now noticed the men in the crowd touching themselves to his misery, He’d been too busy worrying about their eyes and holding his cum in that he hadn't ever realized it how he'd affect them.
He goes on all fours to pick himself up but his knees are unsteady, eyes going back and forth between every prick he could see in the crowd, even as he feels a hand on the back of his neck push him down until his shoulders were once again flush to the ground, Then the hand reaches and tangles into his hair, pulling his head up painfully, forcing his eyes to confront the cocks of plenty.
“ You caused that.” Snake says, voice low. Kaz could yet understand where he was heading, his uncovered eyes staring wide at the sight before him. “ Only fair you finish what you started, right?” Snake laughs, not a ounce of humour in his voice.
If it were physically possible Kazuhira’s eyes would be blown into big heart shapes. His heart had only calmed down but now it was beating against his ribcage like a madman behind bars. “ What do we think, Men?” At Snake's words the crowd erupt into cheering and whistles. Kaz didn't know what to think, he couldn't think, it was overwhelming. His brain had short circuited and he just stared, not knowing what to do. All he can think of is Yes.
His face is pushed into the sand again and a strong hand grabs on his ass cheek. “ Be a good boy and i'll let them cum on your face, How does that sound?” Kazuhira nods the most enthusiastic yes. “ F-fuck, ill be your good boy, please Boss…” Kazuhira breaths out with a pitiful smile on his face, He looked fucked out of his mind, eyes half lidded.
Snake's fingers circle the rim of Kazuhira’s ass, knocking a hitched breath from the Blonde which transform into a yowl when the finger presses in with much more ease than normal. Snake gives a knowing look.
Because the first finger went in so easy, Snake added a second one and found no difficulty either. Kazuhira is breathing like he has a gun to his head, and Snake's smirk grows. A Third finger is promptly added and the circle of muscle begins to fit perfectly around the digits. “ You dirty fucking Slut, Kaz.” Snake says. The blonde almost tries to hide his face into the sand before realizing how much of a bad idea that was. “ I was… playing with myself earlier…” Kazuhira explains shyly.
Snake chuckles and so does the crowd. “ I didn't ask.” Snake replies. Kazuhira’s whole face turns red with embarrassment and he goes silent. “ Let's see what else I can fit in here.”
The words echo in Kazuhira’s cranium, What else can he fit in there? It rang, So many ideas come to front. His tongue, His fist, His whole fucking arm, his cock. He can fist him open, or breed him like a bitch in heat and have everyone take turns on him, pumping him full of cum until he’s well breed holding all their seed, holding the swell of his belly. The thought causes him to shudder and he spreads his thighs apart unknowingly.
Looking around his immediate proximity, Snake was unable to see anything that could be of use… he didn't really want to use a shell or the small crab skittering by. He looks onto the crowd and someone tosses an empty beer bottle right by him which he catches effortlessly.
He gives the bottle a quick look, their very own brew. It was empty but perfect for what he had planned for Kaz who had a look in his eyes heavier than nervousness but trembling just like it. Trembling with need. He didn't even seem to be in the same dimension, brain fixated on whatever fantasy he had in mind .
Eyes back on the task at hand, Snake grabs a handful of Kazuhira's ass before letting go and giving it a harsh spank, which jolts the blonde forward, eating a handful of sand. “ B-boss ngh!” He moans.
Big boss continues to knead at the soft flesh, his eye holding a carnal curiosity as he spreads the cheeks apart to reveal the gaping hole once again, it pulses around air, inviting Snake, instead being kissed by a thick glob of spit which runs down the seam of his balls.
Snake gives a chuckle seeing the orifice greedily suck what it could, of course it's futile, so Snake sucks air through his teeth once again before shooting another glob of spit into the ever consuming hole, pressing his thumb in.
Kazuhira gives a whine, pushing back to take Snakes thumb deeper but it's promptly pulled away, earning a quick spank to remind him of how whorish he's being in front of the crowd. Only then does he land back on earth to see clearly. He'd expected Snakes hand on his cock prepping it for entrance but instead his cock is still well confined in his overstretched shorts, the fibers stretching thin over his engorged package.
The thin rim of the bottle is pressed against Kazuhira. He could only wish Snake wiped it off, but knowing him… Oh well, it's not like things could get any worse than they already were, having some random guys DNA in him is what he'd usually call a regular Wednesday, so he indulges, pressing his ass against the bottle, taking it in deeper in tune with Snakes hand pushing in.
“ There you go… Good dog, Giving us all a show.” Snake praises, It makes Kazuhira’s cock swell and his heart punch against his ribs. He almost starts whining like a needy dog, already panting like one.
The neck of the bottle goes in smoothly, without issue. Kaz only begins to wince when the body of the bottle presses in and the ring of muscle goes taut. He inhales sharply through his nose trying to relax.
Snakes gives a few experimental thrusts with Kaz slightly adjusting the angle of his ass in hopes of the bottle hitting a specific spot inside him of him. Snake notices of course, but he seen now how much of a slut Kaz has been so he can't even even be surprised, he only holds onto Kaz's waist to stop him from wriggling about. Again, the blonde whimpers.
“ Bosss you're such a teaseeee…..” Kaz pouts. The expression dosnt last long.
Snake speeds up, ramming the bottle into Kaz, and somehow just at the perfect angle. The blonde can do nothing but mindlessly rock back and forth, the air knocked out of his lungs. He tries to make a noise, wanting to plead Just a little slower please , But all that comes out is “ Uh…Ah—!” But his attempts don't go unnoticed.
“ What that Kaz? Can't hear you.” Of course Snake knows exactly what he's doing. Kaz shakes his head, closing his eyes shut. His ears are ringing, heat rebuilds in his abdomen, and he knows he abouts to make a fool of himself again.
If dosnt take long at all. Even without his puny cock getting touched, Kaz spews cum all over the sand for the second time. Mewling like a cat in heat, he lets the laughter of the many men laughing to fuel his orgasm. The heat feels… Intoxicating. And he's out of his mind.
“ Well would you look at that! My little boytoy is a buttslut too.” Snake smirks, Slapping Kazuhira's ass like you would the roof a brand new car.
“Mhmhm…” It vaguely resembles a affirmative sound, But Kaz is hiding his face in his hands, embarrassed yet again.
Snake pulls out the bottle, it drops to the ground with a wet plop. The blondes hole gapes and clenches around nothing, he whines, missing the fullness it gave him.
“ Right.” The older man stands, clapping his hands together to dust them them off. He looks at his men, the ravenous look on their faces. He smiles, they wouldn't dare do a thing without his permission.
“ He's all yours, men.”
Kazuhira’s eyes went wide, in no time there were hands all around him, pushing him down, pulling him up, stretching him in every direction, he’d thought he'd get pulled apart. He whips his head around trying to find his boss but the man disappears into the crowd. Not even hearing his shrieks, drowned by the willing men shouting over themselves.
Hes ultimately pushed down on his back, He could feel a cock prodding at his well fucked entrance, another one pressing into his mouth, He cant do anything to fight it, head dizzy and a wild smirk twitching across his face, He has no choice but to swallow.
His eyes are blurry and sensitive, but he sees all the men standing like titans around him waiting for their turns, He reaches his hands out despite himself, grasping at the blurry phallic shapes dangling over his face.
He can feel them pressing into his body. It's like he's about to break, being contorted in all kinds of positions his human body shouldn't be able to withstand. They're ramming into him from all directions and he chokes and bucks uselessly, eyes rolling into the back of his head as more tears stream down. They're yelling all kinds of obscenities at him with grins on their faces, degrading words meant for a cheap sidewalk whore. Kazuhira’s grin remains stitched onto his face, cock hungry and desperate to service all the men.
It all becomes a blur, until all that registers in his brain is the distinct scent of Cuban tobacco wafting through the air from the distance. He feels like he’s floating in an angry, violent ocean of libertine indulgence, filling him up through every orifice and he can do nothing but breath, even as the men choke him and pinch his nostrils shut to provoke a reaction from him, only for his body to uselessly twitch as another orgasm rocks through him. It’s not as pleasurable as when Snake handled him, his concentrated touches and deliberate force was meant to send Kaz keeling over, But the mob over him weren’t concerned about any of that, they did not care about how he felt, They were there to chase their own pleasure, bond over sharing the subcommander like a communal fleshlight.
Everytime a man would finish, another one would take their place. Two, Maybe three cocks in hand, Another one in his mouth, the 3rd one to abuse his raw throat. The 5th load marinating in his ass for a split second before its plugged by another eager cock swollen with the need for release, He screams as another man forces himself inwards too, His loose well fucked hole enveloping both cocks in his hot embrace, His tears have gone dry now, just frequent sobs wracking his shaking body. Shuddering with the abuse.
They would touch his cock, run their fingers over his body, see the way his body arched into their touch, twitching with the need for more that they couldn't provide. They'd toy with his nipples, rolling and pinching them to earn his screams. He doesn't remember how many times he came, but eventually his sore, tight balls stopped producing cum, and his cock would throb uselessly through countless dry orgasms.
He's thrashed around like the communal whore he is, Hair tugged, face slapped, he's not sure if he has more cum or bruises on him. He's sure somethings dislocated, but it's all a dull hum in his head, barely being able to open his eyes and keep conscious. He blacks out a few times only to be slapped back awake by his eager men.
Eventually the blur becomes smaller, less men, And by then he’s lost count of how many men had used him. How much loads were lodged in him. Both his stomach and his ass, And not to mention those who decided to finish over him. He’s painted in a glaze of white, Spent body shuddering, stomach slightly bloated now from being so full of cum it actually hurts. He couldn't help but giggle at himself, all his confidence reduced to this. His ego being crumbled like a useless receipt. Too fucked to care about it.
Some men had come back for seconds, thirds even, god he couldn't tell. There was so much, too much and He was either passed out or disassociated for at least half of the ordeal.
The remaining men rut into him, tired now from having stayed up all night but relishing in the remaining time. Kaz is barely lucid, making small noises as he's rocked back and forth, His mouth is sore but so is everything, not a inch of his body that isn't throbbing and aching, except for his cock which lays spent, limp against his stomach.
They're groaning over him, they're saying words but to Kaz it feels like he's hearing them through a tunnel, breath shallow. His hands had grown tired, but there were still some men fucking into his loose fist.
The blonde could fall asleep, so drained of energy, nothing left for him to do.
He closes his eyes, letting the hum at the back of his head take over, it covers him in a pleasant buzz, until someone yet again slaps him awake and he gasps.
“ Wrap it up boys, Boats running.”
It's the only voice he hears loud and clear. Snake's voice. The men stop in their tracks, without question they peel themselves away from Kazuhira as if they hadn’t been grinding into his bones, leaving him forgotten on the ground.
He hears the men and Snake exchange brief words before he sees a tall, bulky figure loom over him, his sharp angular face unmistakable. “ Had fun?” Snake chuckles, looking down at him. Kazuhira nods weakly, trying to speak but it comes out a weak moan.
In the distance, Kazuhira could hear the motor engine running. He raises his hands up, unable to stand on his own feet, making a noise hoping to catch his commander's attention.
Snake gives him a quick side eye, face mostly unreadable from this angle. He looks back at Kaz, smiling. “ And I trust you'll be able to head back to base yourself.” he says, with no amount of humour in his voice.
Kaz's pupils shrink to pins, he tries to grab onto Snakes leg but slumps over like jelly instead. “ Haha… You have to stop joking like that…boss…” He heaves. Hoping for confirmation the Snake was only joking, that He didn't mean to leave him here, that He's going to help him up on his feet. Instead, Snake moves His foot back, away from Kazuhira's reach.
The blonde desperately reaches but is too weak to grasp onto anything. He looks at his boss, pleading eyes like a puppy, he whimpers like one too. “Noo….don't…”
Snake bellows, kicking sand into the sluts face. Kaz closes his eyes but not in time. He feels like hundreds of little glass shards embed themselves into his sensitive eyes, his glasses no where close to protect him. The intrusive particles also reach into his lungs, cutting up the sensitive tubes branching within, he coughs and heaves, trying to cough them out, eyes blinking rapidly, but every attempt to clear out the sand only makes it hurt more.
“ Oh quit being a baby. You know your way home.” Snake says, His voice is closer like He'd just crouched over the blonde. Kaz wheezes, opening one eye to look at him staring right above him. “ Boss…” He pleads, voice like sandpaper, and made even worse by the sand coating his throat. Snake only smiles, Reaching a hand to caress his cheek, patting it lightly in a playful manner. Encouraging even.
Panic rises within Kaz, despite the pain in his eyes and his lungs he uses ant of his remaining strength (and there wasn't much) to crawl towards the older man. Snake gives him another laugh, Standing and walking away, joining the men on the boat to take him back to base.
Kaz can do nothing but take another painful inhale as he sees the boat disappear into the horizon. He falls onto his back, defeated.