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The air inside the castle's ballroom was way too cold, despite it being only fall. The chill that was climbing Leon's spine was like water boiling in a kettle. He was the same man that faced indescribable horrors with bravery; however, when crossing that room, he felt his autonomy fade with each step he took.
Pastel blue. That was the color chosen for the dress that the castellan had thoroughly picked for him: a shade that intensified Leon's angelic beauty from his golden hair and tanned skin. The garment was made from a lightweight silk mousseline that had the classic empire silhouette, with the waist being just below his chest. He also wore white gloves to his elbows, hiding the hands that usually were used for fighting. And finally, on his neck, the accessory that was the current source of his despair: a velvet choker that was sturdier than it looked.
Leon walked with hesitant steps. With each inch he moved, a small bell attached to the choker emitted a tiny little noise. It was the exact frequency wave to awaken the small plaga that Salazar put inside a chastity device on Leon's body, directly on the man's pussy. It was a biological sex toy that vibrated and struggled against his folds with even the smallest sound coming from the bell .
Earlier that day, Leon was captured by a Garrador, and on top of that, the cultists had confiscated all of his weapons. When he woke up in Salazar's chambers, he found the small castellan being dressed up by two ganados. With his usual mocking gaze, he looked at the American’s image reflected by the mirror while one of his minions adjusted the stays on his diminutive body.
“I see you really wanted to save Ms. Graham from our hands, no? Hmm, that's a shame, a very thorny shame!” Salazar said, making a dramatic pause while giving instructions in Spanish to adjust even more his stays. “She's already on her way to the island. And what about you? Well, I could easily tell my verdugos to make you into minced meat and serve you to the hungry novistadors, you know; nothing tastes better than the flesh of a nosy American. However…”
He turned around, his golden eyes shining with a lust that could make even the filthiest succubi in hell blush.
“I found a much more fitting ending for you.”
Leon looked around and then at himself and sighed deeply while he was painfully aware of what he was wearing. He rolled his blue eyes and tried his best to maintain his remaining dignity.
“Heh, so you decided to turn me into your fancy doll? Whatever floats your boat, but, I'm sorry, bro, wearing dresses isn't exactly my vibe. So if you don't mind, I'm going to find my stuff and resume my mission.”
However, when he tried to get up, the bell on his choker chimed violently. The high-pitched noise made the creature between his legs grow restless. The Plaga's legs struggled violently against the blonde's clit, and it didn't even take ten seconds to make him fall on his knees on the floor, panting and silently begging for it to end. He lifted the skirt, trying to pry away the pussy cage and the choker, but Leon wondered what kind of material these were made of because not even he was able to take them off.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Salazar approached him, the sound of his steps echoing in the dead silence in the room.
“You still didn't realize? The moment you got caught, your destiny was sealed. You're now mine. And the little toys on you? It's useless to try to take them off! Only I know the combination, mi dulce.”
Salazar was only wearing the chemise and the stays, and the fabric was semi-transparent, so Leon could see the contours of the Spaniard's petite silhouette. With a fan, he lifted Leon's chin, which made the bell chime again and Leon instinctively close his legs.
“What do you want to prove, you sick bastard? So you mean the whole time you told me to die, saying I wasn't worth a penny, it was just sexual tension? Heh, why am I not surprised?” A smirk surged on his lips.
“ ‘Sexual tension’? How vulgar, Mr. Kennedy. I feel about you the same I would feel for an exotic caged animal…” He approached even more, their lips really close. “… Or a rare porcelain doll. Anyway, you can bark all you want, because at the end of the day, with each chime of this bell, it's your body that will beg for more; it's the scent of your cunt in heat that's permeating my nostrils.”
Back in the present moment , Leon looked at Salazar, who linked arms with him. The Spaniard was gorgeous and had a dark, feminine charm: the castellan’s hair was not completely down but styled into a beautiful, romantic style. Save for his bangs, his front locks had been swept back to provide a base for the exquisite peineta. As the rest of his hair cascaded down his back like liquid silver, blending with the crimson velvet dress and the Mantón de Manila on his shoulders, the red peineta, adorned with arabesques, stood out beautifully and acted as an anchor for the lace mantilla.
They walked through the ballroom; Salazar was like a powerful, sensual noblewoman accompanied by her innocent lady-in-waiting, who happened to also be her secret mistress. With each step, the taller man tried to measure his body movements; however, the tiny castellan conducted him in a wicked manner, despite being way smaller than the agent. The melody played by the cultist minions had an agonizing, disturbing cadence; it would be the party that would celebrate Los Illuminados’ triumph.
“With this waltz, you'll belong to me.” Ramon, despite his being so small, conducted Leon elegantly. The older man in general wasn't a good dancer, but to make things worse, his legs were like jelly; the chemise under the blonde’s dress started to get wet with sweat and pussy juices. Since his legs were basically bare, the cold air, in addition to the chastity device, was making him squirm. The older man had reached two orgasms by this point, and if it were anyone but him, the person would have already passed out, but Leon was so stubborn that he refused to lose to this damn shortie.
His clit was so hypersensitive that every touch felt like a painful pleasure, so Salazar whispered to him during a closer movement:
“It could be so much easier if you just gave up and surrendered to me, and I know you're at your limit. That you'll soon beg that I fuck you right here.”
“I…” His baritone voice came out quietly, a near-moan that was desperately forced into a growl to prove his pride. “I will never surrender to a megalomaniac brat in a dress!”
Then Salazar laughed and gave the bell on Leon’s choker a few flicks, causing the older man to writhe in painful pleasure, almost in tears.
“Vaya, vaya, mi vida, your tongue is as sharp as ever, but look at you! You can’t even manage to stay on your feet! Your battle is no longer against me but against your own body and pleasure.”
Before Leon could come up with a proper reply, the side doors of the upper cabins opened up with a bang, showing Ashley being kept by the verdugos. Her eyes went open like saucers, and her hands grabbed the bars strongly while she tried to process the scene below her: Leon, her hero, the man that faced everything that stood in their way, from ganados to giant monsters, was now on his knees, dressed like a doll, and his body was trembling under Salazar's gaze.
“You fucking bastard! You said she was on her way to the island!” Leon muttered between his teeth.
“Nee-hee-hee~ Let's say her little trip was delayed so she could watch this show!”
“Bastard… I swear, after I'm out of this situation, I'll break all of your bones!” Leon hissed.
“Leon?!” Her wail echoed, full of a despair that made the castellan flash that succubus-like smirk.
“Look closely, Miss Graham!” Salazar exclaimed, his voice resonating with unimaginable delight. “Look at your American hero. Look how he wants to be corrupted!”
Salazar approached Leon from behind, the crimson velvet of his own dress brushing against the agent’s skin. With a slow, measured movement, Salazar lifted the hem of his own skirts, revealing the obscene contrast: he wore black stockings held up by a garter belt, a detail that was the icing on the cake of his petite yet erotic body.
Carefully, Salazar removed the chastity belt that tormented Leon’s pussy. The agent’s momentary relief was replaced by a new terror when he felt the castellan’s touch. Salazar was displaying himself: his cock was a throbbing, full of nodules, tentacle. It was disproportionate to his stature, yet perfectly suited to the pleasure and ruin the American agent was about to taste.
"No… Leon, I beg you! " Ashley whimpered, turning away her gaze just to be forced by the verdugos to watch each tiny detail. Salazar forced Leon to be on his hands and knees, the pastel blue skirt up to his waist, revealing his shaped, toned thighs and round hips. And before the president's daughter, Ramon penetrated her hero's wet cunt in a single smooth movement. The wet sound of skin slapping skin and Leon's muffled moans was the final blow to the girl’s sanity.
“Look at how he likes being fucked, Ashley!” Salazar licks his red-painted lips, thrusting with a passion that made the taller man's skirt sway violently.
“Your hero is nothing but a slut! Ahhhn~ Hnnn~ my personal slut~” Salazar was moaning like a whore while feeling the agent's velvety insides.
“Ashley! D-don't look! A-ahhhn,” Leon tried in vain to persuade her not to look.
From above, Ashley saw everything with cruel clarity: Salazar’s movements as he thrust in and out of Leon’s swollen, wet pussy; the contrast of the dark appendage against Leon's golden and sweaty skin; and the way the blonde's body reacted to every thrust that mercilessly struck his G-spot, losing himself completely in lust and pain before his protégé.
The ‘plap plap plap’ noise was becoming louder and lewder, and thick, abundant tears rolled down Ashley's cheeks seeing that Leon was chasing this pleasure! He was actively meeting his thrusts, making Salazar's balls slap against his swollen, sensitive clit, grinding against the tiny man with an eroticism that was, without a doubt, mesmerizing. Leon moaned; his usually deep, commanding voice now sounded like that of a kitten desperate for its owner.
“Look how your knight in shining armor is shaking his ass like a bitch in heat for his master! ¡Mira a esta perra americana tan desesperada!”
And Leon, betrayed by his own instincts and the intense stimulation he had experienced during the dance, could not resist the rhythm. His hips moved involuntarily even harder, yielding to Salazar’s rough thrusts and moaning like a needy slut.
From the cabin, Ashley's despair reached its climax when Leon's body jolted in a violent spasm. The way the plaga stimulated Leon's inner walls, added to the humiliation of being fucked raw in front of his ‘princess,’ made Leon reach his limit again, but it was way more intense than the last two times. In an uncontrolled, involuntary squirt, Leon came. He had such an intense orgasm that it wetted the marble floor, making a puddle under him. A shameful reminder that his body had given up.
"Ah… feel that, Leon…? " Salazar murmured, his voice faltering for the first time when he finally reached the climax of his own deprivation. The castellan felt his balls tighten hard and his plaga cock throbbing violently inside the taller man. In a last possessive, final thrust, he came. His semen was thick and viscous, pouring directly into the agent's hungry womb. Leon felt the overwhelming heat, the terrifying and intoxicating sensation of being inseminated by the villain, as if every fiber of his being were being permanently marked by Salazar’s touch.
Ashley let out a broken sob, collapsing to her knees on the counter. The image of her hero, now Salazar’s high-class whore, panting and filled with the monster’s thick cum whilst his baby-blue skirt was stained with sweat and semen, was an emotional wound that would never heal. In the center of the hall, Salazar merely opened his fan over Leon’s face, concealing the kiss that sealed his total possession of the agent.
And it wasn’t just any kiss! It was slow, loud, and delicious. Salazar sucked on Leon’s tongue with animalistic fervor while using his own to lick the agent’s saliva.
The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of the taller man’s ragged breathing, which still echoed off the stone ceiling of the hall. He was humiliated and thoroughly marked.
Salazar, composing himself with a sickening elegance, showed not a shred of haste. He stepped back so that the view of the devastation would be complete for anyone looking down from above. With a slow movement, he lifted the hem of Leon’s dress and chemise, exposing the agent’s private parts, which were still throbbing and oozing the Spaniard’s thick, white baby batter.
“Look closely, my dear, at how he loved receiving my seed!” Salazar intoned, his voice brimming to the brim with tyrannical pride, as if he were the embodiment of a cruel queen.
To seal (even more) the humiliation, the castellan leaned over the blonde’s trembling body. He planted a possessive kiss on Leon’s butt cheek, feeling the tan skin shiver. As he pulled away, Salazar ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the trail of his own excess with an almost animalistic pleasure.
“Look, my dear~ See how it overflows…” he continued, pointing with his fan at the viscous trail. “A perfect reservoir for my lineage. He is no longer your savior, Ashley. He is now my little husband.”
Up above, Ashley covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. The image of Salazar’s thick semen deposited in such a quantity inside Leon, dripping so graphically, was the final nail in the coffin of her hope.
Leon tried to close his eyes, but the soft tinkling of the bell on his choker served only to remind him of his fate.
“Take her away. Lord Saddler will be very pleased to see that his plans have taken a most interesting turn…”
And with that, the charade was over, and Leon, who was supposed to be the stoic agent, was reduced to the castellan’s plaything.