When The Flame Of Corruption Disappeared (CBT, Sounding)

 

Original artwork by iceweaver

Happy Halloween, everyone! It's only fair to tell a scary story for the occasion, and having finished this one a few days back I figured now was as good a time as any to post it. This is the first adapted story of mine, i.e. originally written by someone else, but rewritten and expanded on a bit by myself. Several CBT blogs I know of have done the same thing with other stories floating around on the Internet, so it's not like I'm alone in doing that lol, but the original was just so good even if it was quite clear that the original writer's first language wasn't English. More or less everything from the original was kept intact here, save for grammatical corrections on my part; I did, however, add a few... personal touches. I don't know if the original writer is still active, since the last activity on their blog was around seven or eight months ago, but I hope they don't mind this version existing online!

While he isn't outright named in the fic itself, the original writer clearly intended for the hapless victim to be Sol Badguy, the main protagonist of the Guilty Gear videogame series, and the above artwork (which is just one of those provided in the source links below) clearly indicates as such. My knowledge of Guilty Gear is unfortunately extremely lacking, but the story itself was written so that in-depth familiarity of the games isn't required, which is a huge plus. As such, the same can be said for this adaptation, though if you remove or adjust certain parts of it such as physical description and abilities, you can imagine basically anyone you desire as the victim. In any case, I know what you're all really here for, and hopefully this delivers. :)

The original version of this story will also be posted on this blog soon, for reference. Again, the original writer of this story was not me, but I highly recommend checking out their art and writing. Fans of CBT and especially tentacles certainly won't be disappointed! ;D

Guilty Gear (c) Team Neo Blood


Sources:

• https://iceweaver.tumblr.com/post/169431185139/when-the-flame-of-corruption-disappeared-in
• https://iceweaver.tumblr.com/post/169431470649/long-time-passed-by-the-hunter-slowly
• https://iceweaver.tumblr.com/post/169431532004/after-several-days-that-unbridled-milking

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When The Flame Of Corruption Disappeared (Skaea version)

Adapted by Skaea, originally by iceweaver

Contains: */M ballbusting, urethral sounding, and graphic testicular harm. NSFW.

Word Count: 7,050
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In a faraway land, beyond the prying eyes of civilization, there lies a pristine forest that is surrounded by the tallest and most treacherous mountains in the region. The lush, verdant branches seem to cut the sunshine into pieces, just like the shards of the crystals are shining upon the ground below. The floating particles that are always in the atmosphere seem to linger, and to reflect the psychedelic glimmer.

This lush green forest is often shrouded in a dense fog, the kind that indicates the presence of water vapor. If one is quiet, and listening attentively, it may seem that they can hear a distant waterfall, its cascade singing in the temperate air. In addition to the sylph often playing at the treetops, causing the boughs to rustle, the songs of birds staking out their territory also add a sense of liveliness to this otherwise silent forest.

“The Emerald Fog,” that is what the locals call it. But here of all places, in such a beautiful forest, there has been a strange rumor circulating recently…

Outside the forest, there is a town of considerable size located in the foot of the hills. The infrastructure is all but perfect, and people live and work here without fear or misery. It can be described as like a sparrow, small but complete in every detail, seemingly unassuming but with a harmonious song that clearly advertises its presence. One of the prominent spots for travelers here is a well-known inn. The wooden house, although lacking in exquisite and beautiful decoration, has a simple design which is very suitable for welcoming those hoping to spend the night here. There is a tavern opposite the inn as well, always noisy and bustling with activity. If travelers wish to collect intelligence or understand the local situation, all they need is just come here.

But whenever any new visitor arrives, the local residents will warn them: If you want to enter or through The Emerald Fog, please be careful. The forest has something horribly wrong within its depths, and some people have gone missing. Some people will go missing.

It is not known when it started, but after the first few were taken, news quickly spread, attracting the concern of all walks of life. The bravest people of the village formed a team to investigate, but the investigation was unsuccessful. Many entered. No one has returned.

After that first attempt, although there were more investigate teams formed, and although many mercenaries from neighboring regions went with them, they were all lost regardless, and none know their whereabouts to this day. The truth remained covered by clouds, making people all over the region begin to panic.

In the wake of these mysterious disappearances, the village soon became the epicenter of a great uproar. Authorities and people of power presented the promise of a high reward, asking the bounty hunters to find out the truth. If the events had anything to do with monsters, if such monsters existed, then the hunters had to be sure to completely eliminate them.

So it was that the matter eventually passed to the ears of one man in particular, a person who was partaking in the trip around the world to complete commissions of his own. It was only a matter of time before this one began drawing his interest.

This bounty hunter, unlike the rest, had come prepared. He had, alone and with no allies, strove to complete a variety of extremely difficult tasks and succeeded, carrying his beloved sword as his only armament. Said sword was now sheathed as he entered the hub building where his colleagues gathered, and soon came across the task board. His eyes met at all kinds of graded commissions, but it was less than a minute before he quickly tore off the one with the highest difficulty rating on it, and left without a word.

”Difficulty levels SSS: Unravel the truth of the disappearance events in the forest.”

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It was several days later, the morning sun riding to the east, that the bounty hunter arrived to the town next to The Emerald Fog. He had made it this far, and turning back would be folly. There was a very faint hint of doubt on his mind, but he ignored it.

Just after he had stepped into the town, his strong and tall body and muscular physique immediately attracted the attention of everyone in his vicinity. His dark brown long hair was tied into a huge ponytail, a carved plate with the words “ROCK YOU” fixed to his forehead and secured by a red ribbon. His hair framed a supple, shiny, handsome face that had a fatal, mature charm. It really was hard to move one’s sight away from him.

The front of his black tight leather shirt was painted with a white cross, which exposed the muscle lines of his toned abdomen. Over this was a short vest with a large collar made of red leather and decorated with black leather on the edge, the emphasized boldness of the design showing off his thick, well-muscled chest. The white tight trousers over his legs displayed a prominent thigh curve, held up by a large black belt with a silvery white buckle engraved with the word “FREE”. The whole assembly was decorated with multiple smaller belts, each with a metal buckle, cleverly reconciling the overall color.

Ignoring the longing gazes of most of the people he passed by, the bounty hunter carried his huge weapons with ease as he walked to the tavern. Prepared to inquire for information about the forest, he was confident in his eventual victory, but he had to be sure nonetheless.

The moment the tavern door opened, the noisy of the patrons within suddenly gave way to dead silence. All of people around him stopped dead, and turned to stare dumbstruck at the one who had opened the door.

The bounty hunter swept his gaze around the tavern once, and then went to the counter in a relaxed mood. That pair of golden-brown eyes was still sharp like those of a cheetah, giving off a great sense of oppression. But the tavern owner was unfazed. After all, he was knowledgeable, and he could tell whether a person was not simple with a single glance. Although he looked murderous, when the bounty hunter started to ask the tavern owner about the needed information, the crowd immediately grew fascinated by his low voice and handsome face.

After the gathering of intel was done, the tavern owner gave him a map. Ignoring the crowd’s attention, the bounty hunter left the pub as quickly as he had come. He did stop at the inn to stay one night, to enjoy the relaxation and comfort of the town. But when the next dawn came, the golden sunshine passing through the windows told him that it was time. The hunter was ready to go to the forest. And he was ready to face almost certain death.

Along the road towards the forest, which was not too steep for vehicles but still inclined enough to pose a challenge for people on foot, the landscape seemed to unfold like the pages of a picture book. The towering mountains to either side of the view looked like they were welcoming the visitor, forming the bases of an unseen, colossal entrance gate. Below, the verdant forest expanded in its presence between the two mountains. In ages past, this was the only way for businessmen to trade back and forth. Once through the forest and the valley, they would be able to reach another town which, like the previous one, offered a place for travellers to rest.

However, ever since the disappearances that had happened recently, many, many people had started to feel that this passageway was not that safe anymore.

Stepping into the forest, the bounty hunter could not help but feel a thrill of excitement. He was about to plunge into the depths of the forest, and verily he was beginning to look forward to the kinds of unknown monsters which would be encountered.

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The air of the forest was very fresh, the cool breeze blowing upon the cheeks of those passing through offering a refreshing sensation. It would be welcoming in any other instance, but to the hunter it was the calm before the storm. Whatever had taken those who had vanished no doubt hid itself very well.

The bounty hunter was leisurely walking through the forest as he thought of this. Owing to his experience and strength, he was very sensitive to way the atmosphere changed. Carefully studying the map in his hands, the hunter intended to search the area closest to the town, and then work his way forward from there.

No sooner had he began exploring, however, when a strange feeling hit him. The faint presence of mana was scattered in the atmosphere. Almost unnoticeable, yes, but still there. The hunter concentrated on this feeling, chasing the mana traces with practiced tread. Eventually, he found that the source was coming from the behind of a group of trees, quite far into the woods, and far away from the designated path.

The hunter ventured towards the trees, and soon he saw there are some bushes behind them. Passing through these bushes, he in turn found a path that extended down a small incline, seemingly ending at a group of rocks. Even though they varied in size, each and every one was still higher than most people.

Curiosity overtook the hunter as he walked down the trail. Sure enough, he soon found that there was a cave entrance hidden behind the broken rock group. If it were not for the traces of mana, the entrance would no doubt be impossible for the average person to find. Sneaking past the rock formation, the hunter arrived at the mouth to the cave and looked inside. There should have been not but dark cave walls beyond, an impenetrable darkness, but upon focusing, his vision revealed… a faint light.

Obviously, there must be something wrong. Thus, the hunter remained alert, eyes and ears trained as carefully slipped into the cave.

Along the walls inside the rocky passageway, the hunter found the source of those faint lights, a series of crystalline clusters in the cave walls. These mana crystals spread everywhere and emitted a gentle glow reflected between the walls, playing out a lighting function almost as good as a series of torches.

Intrigued, the hunter continued to venture deeper inside the cave. He had no idea how much time passed, but eventually, he saw the reflective light of waves dancing upon the rock walls. The hunter remained alert, willing himself to go forward. Soon, he found that the road was cut off, and he couldn’t keep going, for it was replaced by a ramp extending downward from both sides of a deep pit.

The hunter stopped his steps, looking down from the edge of the broken road. At the bottom of the pit was a vast underground lake, and such a vast height difference was there between the location of the hunter and the water that if it had not been for the rippling light he had seen earlier, caused by the crystals refracted its light on the lake, the surface would have been all but invisible.

Following the ramp ahead of him towards the lake, the hunter looked around and noticed that there was a cavern just below the top of the ramp. The mana he had detected was leaking non-stop from the depths of this smaller cave, and it felt stronger than ever before.

In light of this development, the hunter figured that the truth should be lying in wait at the end of the path. At the same time, however, his intuition also told him that the risk of going forward had dramatically increased.

But in order to know the truth behind these disappearances, no matter what was waiting for him, he would have to venture into the tunnel to find out. And whatever he met, it would surely burn.

Thus, the hunter took quiet, measured paces as he continued forward. In this slightly spacious cave, the road continued to extend downward. But where did it lead to?

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He kept moving forward along the cave, keeping a close eye on his surroundings. The deeper he ventured into the passageway, the stranger it seemed: the inner walls of the cave, in addition to the already existing purple crystal clusters, were gradually becoming more and more covered with strange thick fleshy tentacles, like vines made of muscle and clam my hide that occupied the inner walls from ceiling to floor. The purple lights reflected on those wet fleshy appendages, creating an unpleasant sight, but he remained undaunted.

And then there were more and more strange flower-like things, increasing in number the further he traveled. They were scattered everywhere, just like flower buds, but most had not bloomed yet. All kinds of damaged weapons were also scattered around.

At the end of the road, all of this led to an appalling scene which made the hunter’s stomach turn over. He couldn’t help but gasp, his pupils dilated rapidly out of mortal fright.

Before him was an unusually wide space, a chamber that water erosion could not possibly have created. At the top of the stony rotunda was a massive hole, and between the mountain walls there were huge groups of crystalline pillars, interlaced with each other, bathing the whole area in their purple radiance. And at the center of it all, a huge, alien plant-like thing was standing in the middle of this wide space, the blooming giant petals at top much greater than those he had previously seen. The whole room was blanketed wall to wall by its tentacles.

No sooner had he taken in the horrific sight when a flash of light alerted him. Multiple purple beams of magical death shot down from above, and though he wasn’t sure where they had cone from, it was not like he cared.

Taken by surprise though he was, the hunter acted on instinct and immediately used his sword as a shield, blocking the unexpected attack. Looking toward the source, the hunter finally saw it. Or rather, him.

A figure wearing a black cloak was floating next to the huge monster. His whole head was shadowed by the hood of the cloak, so the hunter couldn’t identify his face. But a ball of purple light was floating above his upturned hand, clearly indicating the source of the magic blasts from before.

The hunter had magic of his own, specifically for this occasion, but he had the slightest doubt that it would fail to match the sheet mana output he was sensing. Still, he unleashed the power of flame, ready to fight back with a burning blade. Just then, his intuition gave him a moment’s warning. The hunter quickly turned and used the greatsword of raging fire to fight back against the horrid flowers, their blooms full of sharp teeth. He sent out a wave of shearing heat to sweep at the flowers that had tried to attack from behind him, and the intense flame caused a fierce explosion.

Still, he had a feeling his attack wasn’t entirely successful. Sure enough, before the flame reached the mysterious man, he quickly released a magic barrier to block the blast.

At this same time, the hunter recalled the flowers that he had seen along the subterranean path leading to this accursed room. His intuition told him that if he remained fighting here, it would surely lead to ruin. He had to avoid that, he had to escape! Before the dust had not fully cleared, the hunter immediately surrounded himself in flame, unfazed by the blistering hear. He intended to infuse his power into the earth to cause a wide area burst, and burned down everything before the vile organism could spread. But he never got the chance.

All at once, the flowers in the cave passageway bloomed in a wave of ghastly petals, and all at once, they released a strange kind of vapor.

Suddenly, the cave was full of the sweet aroma of flowers, along with something else. Something which almost immediately made the hunter’s consciousness slip into total darkness…

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A long time had passed by the time the hunter slowly regained consciousness. The cold air blew across his bare skin, which made him wake up immediately.

The hunter was shocked to find himself almost completely naked, the only clothing still on h being a thong woven from golden cloth. Barely covering his private place, it clearly revealed the immense size of his proud manhood, but this time there was no one to admire it. Or so it seemed…

In the dim space of his confinement, only the purple light from those unearthly crystals was a source of lighting. His limbs were trapped in a spread-eagle position by four great tentacles, tightly wrapped around them with powerful strength. This offered no chance of escape, for he couldn’t move at all.

Under the purple light, the man dressed in the dark robe appeared from the gloom, the hood still hindering the identification of the face. The hunter stared at the man with sharp eyes full of rage, but the mystery man just sneered silently. He slunk back into the darkness once again, and then a snap of his fingers could be heard. Like a silent instruction, it caused the tentacles gathered around the hunter to act as one.

The tentacle nearest to his crotch rudely ripped off the hunter’s last remaining, and his virile male symbol was completely revealed. Not only was he more muscular than any typical person, but he was more hung as well! His mammoth cock was eighteen inches long, two inches in diameter, and clearly circumcised, revealing a bulbous ruddy head with a half-inch slit. Above was a fine, bushy spread of brown pubic hair. Below, testicles the size of grapefruits hung loose and heavy in a scrotum that seemed as though it could barely contain them. No mere human being could hope to have genitals of such an impressive size, and the only way the hunter could have obtained them was through supernatural tampering by some third party. Perhaps it was that same modification that had given him mastery over the element of fire…

The whole body of the naked hunter thrust forth in anger, but the next action of the tentacles immediately caused his expression to change. The tentacles start wrapping around his penis, teasing the soft and sensitive head. Upon receiving such an intimate touch, even such a cold and hardened soul at this moment couldn’t help but feel a bit shy. His handsome face turned red very quickly.

After a minute or so of continuous teasing, the hunter’s cock quickly reached a congestive state, becoming very hard and very thick. It was strong as rhinoceros horns, pointing straight towards the sky, and excitedly beating, the plump head looking just like a huge mushroom. The tentacles were now winding around the bottom of the penis, and rising along its length. The received stimulation soon caused crystal clear precum to start flowing out from the slit of his cock, reflecting the light of the chamber. The tip of one of the tentacles induced a wet luster by gently touching the honeydew. Powerless to do anything except watch this scene unfold, the hunter simultaneously felt shame and excitement, unable to help but swallow what little saliva was in his mouth.

It was at this moment that the original tentacle that was teasing the glans suddenly changed its course of action. It started to wrap around the base of his penis, and then tie up the base of his scrotum as well, before another tentacle proceeded to pull the scrotum downwards. His straining ballsack was tightened to the extreme, showing its seductive shape as it was yanked no less than four inches away from his body. And now a third tentacle was tightened around his soft and plump cock head, firmly securing the half of his dick bearing it. This, combined with the action of the other two tentacles, worked to pull the stiffened penis down until it was parallel to the ground.

The hunter let out a groan of pain, beginning to worry that the tentacles would actually snap his cock clean off. But he had no time to issue a curse, for he immediately saw a fourth tentacle quickly close the gap between its tip and his plump glans.

This fourth tentacle looked different than the others, for its tip was rounded and had an opening like an awful sphincter. Two purple little tentacles sprang from the inside of this opening, covered in some sort of purple fluid, their tips bearing minuscule bulbs not unlike those of the flowers that had incapacitated him earlier. The small tentacles were wriggling in the air while slowly approaching the opened slit, already oozing with precum like crystalline honey. This ominous sight made the hunter feel a chill in his blood, his yellowish eyes open to their maximum width due to a feeling of sudden fright.

And then, all of a sudden, the smaller tentacles, which were moving slowly but surely closer to his opened slit, shot forward like arrows from a bow and dove into the urethra opening with lightning speed, using the lubrication effect produced by the prostate fluid to help them down. Even with said lubrication, it was the first time that the hunter had experienced his penis being invaded in this manner. It made his expression immediately distort as he roared out in understandable displeasure.

After the small tentacles had entered the almost smaller hole upon the glans, they dialed down the speed at which they were invading, but slowly advance all the same. His lower body experienced a strange feeling, which prompted the hunter to frown and close his eyes, forming an extremely strained expression. His handsome face dripped with sweat, and although the hunter clenched his teeth trying to resist the feeling, his trembling body and lips clearly indicated otherwise.

The two slender small tentacles kept moving down, down, down toward the depths within his penis. All the while, the poison on the surface of small tentacles was absorbed by the inner wall of his urethra. He had no idea what was happening or what the poison was doing, but that was about to be the least of his problems. Finally, the two small tentacles snaked along the vas deferens, and upon making their way through the epididymis, their tips seemed to unfold like two tiny grotesque flowers.

Except flowers usually don’t have row upon row of microscopic, razor-sharp teeth.

The hunter felt something drill into the two huge testicles, shivering at the sensation. He twitched in his bindings for several seconds, before his eyes went wide. And then he threw back his head, sweat dripping down his forehead, and SCREAMED.

The tentacles with their tiny razor-toothed mouths were boring through his efferent ducts and rete testis, chewing their way into his precious testicles so they could deliver their desired payload and feed their owner besides. It needed a very specific cell sample to produce what it was intending to secrete, and there was only one way to get it.

The fiendish little maws swiftly began chewing and tearing at the noodle-like tubules inside each mammoth nut, each bite causing unimaginable pain to shoot up the hunter’s body. He thrashed about uselessly in his bindings, shrieking at the top of his lungs with such intensity that it could almost be heard from the cave entrance. He was losing his mind now, racked by the sheer anguish of having his delicate, sensitive nut insides being eaten alive that he threatened to rip his own limbs off. His mind clouded over from the suffering, horror welling up within as he feared that his precious testicles were about to be hollowed out from the inside, every bite registering as a faint wet scraping sound and another spark of white-hot agony. Each tentacle mouth gnawed several times a second, like a grotesque parody of a feeding caterpillar, systematically removing bit by tiny bit of tender still-living nut guts, unmanning him with every awful nibble.

Eventually, however, the feeding stopped, and even though it had lasted just a few minutes, it had seemed like an eternity. His screams trailed off into moans of residual pain, his throat cracked and raw, still unable to believe that anything was capable of devouring his nut guts from within. Still the little maws remained, sated on his flesh for the time being but not quite done.

The tentacles paused in their activity, taking the time to transfer the nutrients and genetic code back to their wielder, leaving him to shudder in residual pain, having realized to his horror that the chance for him to be unmanned from within was now very, very high. It was a long while of silence before they started injecting a strange kind of fluid, which if secreted in the open would have manifested as a strange purple venom. It was different compared to the warm feeling of ordinary living creatures, very different. But once introduced to his injured tubules, the effect was instantaneous.

The hapless hunter felt an icy feeling against his ruined nut guts which induced a piercing, almost burning pain, almost as intense as when the little maws had been eating his gonads from within. He screamed again, his voice raspy from the previous session, but trailed off into a groan of mixed pleasure and pain a few moments later. The venom that the tentacles had injected was laced with potent aphrodisiacs, which seeped directly into the inner workings of not his massive man-eggs as they began to heal good as new -- no doubt so they could be devoured from the inside once again, for his inherent accelerated healing was now good only for perpetually feeding this horrific entity. But the same substance also caused a strong stimulus to the regenerating testicles from within, forcing them to produce massive amounts of raw sperm.

Immediately following the icy sensation inside his precious meatballs, there came an overwhelming urge to ejaculate that built up within mere seconds. Although his scrotum was still being tightly grabbed by those damned tentacles, even their constricting grip still couldn’t withstand the explosive feeling surging within it like a broken dike. The hunter was blushing and squirming, trying as hard as he could to resist the urge to release. His muscles were quickly turning as red as his face, such was the power of that tightening feeling in his loins. Shortly after that, a massive amount of thick white honey burst out, all of the cum he unleashed being immediately absorbed by the tentacles that still occupied his urethra.

After this uninterrupted, intense ejaculation, the panting hunter quickly felt exhausted. His strong body was continuously trembling in the aftermath of ejaculation. Never had he felt this experience before, and despite his predicament it made him feel like he had died and gone to heaven. His tongue lolled out a little while his lips curled up in a strange smile. The sculpted muscles bulging from his body relaxed once more, but the hunter’s penis still remained erect due to the effects of the venom. The tentacles that occupied his urethra began to slowly slide their way out, but not before the two slender tentacles that had eaten his gonads from within mere minutes before injected one last dose of venom into them. Once the main tentacle and its two slender subordinates moved out from urethra, it was clear that their surfaces were covered with thick white male essence.

In the darkness beyond, unseen by his captive, the mysterious male had watching this scene unfold with a patient eye, and he seemed very satisfied indeed. The best was yet to come. The man of black magic had prepared a new toy for the next stage…

Mere minutes after the fierce ejaculation induced by that bizarre secretion, a deep drowsiness silently embraced him. The hunter eventually couldn’t withstand the heavy sense of fatigue, and thus fell into an unconsciousness state once more.

The mysterious man grinned, and then proceeded to his next step…

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After a few days passed by, the hunter’s lower body felt a strange sense of swelling and the icy touch of metal, making him jolt awake. When he tried to look down, he couldn’t help but gasp in horror at what he saw.

The fully erected penis jutting from his groin had become slightly red, and not just because of the constant blood flow. The base of his enormous member was now covered with a metal loop that had a strange shape with openings on both sides of its upper surface. More distressing still, his two mammoth meatballs that he had viewed with immense pride had been tightly fixed above his member by being locked into those openings. The skin stretched taut around each testicle sported visible blood vessels because of this tight bundle. In the area between the two gonads, a purple gem was fixed upon the metal ring, and the outer area of the gem base was inlaid with blue crystals that shaped like magic words.

The magician who had taken the hunter captive in the first place saw him finally wake up, and a mere moment later he had approached him with a thick silver needle in his hand. If one looked closely they could see tiny, almost microscopic barbs all across its length. Wordlessly, he shook the silver needle in front of the hunter, and then rubbed it between the two testicles, back and forth. It was only an instant after that when the hunter looked as though he had realized something, his gaze transfixed upon the needle, a look of pure fear etched upon the handsome face.

The hooded man’s mouth raised in a sneer, before he suddenly drove the silver needle into the side of the hunter’s right testicle with devastating force, enough to punch it clean through the swollen gonad, out the other side, and straight through his left man-egg as well. A wretched scream escaped the hunter’s mouth, his voice reverberating throughout the entire space, the feeling of all those barbs tearing into his testicle meat reaching a horrific intensity to match his nuts being eaten alive who knew how long ago. The incredible pain made him tremble throughout his whole body, and almost caused him to faint outright, his face having turned slightly green from the nightmarish sensation.

The cloaked man closed his eyes and enjoyed the hunter’s scream. For him, it was the sweetest voice, and one he knew intimately by now. Once the hunter gradually stopped shrieking, the other man summoned more flowers and tentacles to surround him, before putting his hand into a small bag attached to his waist. The hunter was still panting and gasping and crying, but when he saw his captor pull out many more amethyst needles from the small waist bag, each tipped with a barb like a fishhook, his fear became even deeper.

Then the screaming began anew. The hooded man became overcome with lustful cruelty, proceeding to insert the slender amethyst needles to the hunter’s balls one by one. Over the next few minutes, the hunter could only scream and thrash about uselessly, unable to move let alone escape.

Once or twice, halfway through the insertion of a hooked needle, the black mage paused ominously, and then tugged it backwards, letting the barb rip through some of the still-living flesh of the precious testicle it was embedded in. The luckless hunter screamed so loudly at that point that his distress could almost be heard from the outside of the cave. He couldn’t believe he was thinking this, but he actually wished now that his gonads were still being eaten alive by those awful tentacles, because at least they had the sense to pause to let him heal the damage before they began anew.

After all of the needles were inserted, the hooded man felt satisfied with his work and licked his lips. The pain-wracked hunter was unable to speak, and could only shiver in agony, his body drenched with sweat. At this moment, the cloaked man issued a new instruction.

An immense flower bud moved close to the hunter’s still-swollen penis, and slowly opened its hypertrophied fleshy petals, revealing the inner structure: a translucent light red tube with a narrow tip, which slowly emerged from the center of the grotesque flower. The surface of the translucent tube also had patterns that looked much like magic symbols. Slowly, inexorably, the tube made its way towards the opened slit at the head of his cock.

The hunter still bore a distorted expression due to the pain of so many barbs embedded in his balls, but when he saw what was approaching him, he had no time to care about anything. He was rushing to unleash a burst of flame to destroy the immediate threat, but to his panicked shock, he realized that he couldn’t launch his innate power. Now he was, aside from his extraordinary regenerative ability, no different from the average person. He could only watch that translucent tube approach, having lost the means of counterattack. There was nothing the hunter could do except panic like a helpless child.

The translucent tube, which he now noticed had a wet slippery mucus upon the surface, effortlessly drilled into the slit upon the glans. At this, the hunter’s head immediately threw itself backwards. The heavy breath emanating from his mouth betrayed the hunter once again enduring the weird feeling inside his body.

The cold touch of the mucus-lined tube began to slowly penetrate into his lower body. At the same time, the hunter felt the opening of the glans being all but torn apart, and now covered by four grisly, meaty petals. He immediately looked down, and his eyes widened at yet another shocking scene.

The eye-like slit of his penis had been expanded by the transparent tube, forming a huge opening. There was another slender tentacle emerging from the depths of the tube. It was not like the mouths that had consumed his seminal tubules, for the tip had four smaller appendages connected by webbing. This slender tentacle looked less like a carnivorous flower bulb and more like a worm that opening its mouth, a slender spike poking out from its center. This slightly translucent purple spike was now dripping bright purple venom. With the central spike exposed, the four ends also began to reveal small red spikes of their own like bloodthirsty fangs. More of the thick purple venom hung between these spikes.

The venom that had been injected by the tentacles last time was only an appetizer. Its true purpose was to change the physique of its prey, bit by bit, and then take control of their body, paralyzing them. Now, inside the tube, there was this most dangerous worm-like tentacle, its venom is the “key” to trigger a truly insidious effect.

Once the worm-like tentacle reached the wide opening of his glans, it immediately proceeded to dive down the length of transparent tube now filling the hunter’s enormous member. It wasn’t long before it reached the prostate, the translucent spikes immediately embedding themselves into the flesh and piercing the organ in question. Once secured, the tentacle began to inject a high concentration of venom into the prostate; the small four fangs hooked on the outer side started biting and chewing hard, working the toxin into his system. The sharp, agonizing stimulation made the hunter immediately flex every muscle in his body, his robust figure making one vigorously shake. His eyes widened due to fear and shock, his mouth in a reflexive O-shape, and tongue also sticking out once more.

The venom that had been injected before had long been integrated into the hunter’s bloodstream and circulated throughout his perfect body. It had a few hidden features: the first that after the initial injection, which forced its male prey to suffer from severe releases of semen, it would react to the designated magical power. If there was no corresponding condition to make it active, the venom posed no threat or effect and couldn’t be detected. The second aspect was that the venom would eventually be combined with the prey’s blood, because this was a toxin with a special magical power. It would undermine the paranormal powers of the prey, so poisoned victims would gradually unable to launch their power, that is unless the toxins were cleansed entirely.

Such a high concentration of venom was now being injected into the hunter that he stood no chance, and this was the key for activating the effects of the previous toxin. Its special magical power would be combined with the previous substance, resulting in a new effect which would completely dominate the prey’s flesh.

When the worm-like tentacle used its spike to inject its venom into the prostate, the magic symbols on transparent tube also began emitting a sinister light at the same time. The hunter suddenly cried out again, having felt an extreme aching sensation from where the tentacle was inserted, like there were countless mosquitoes biting each and every square millimeter of his stretched urethra lining. His entire lower body was trembling within seconds the non-stop itching having reached intolerable levels. Because of the four fangs repeatedly nibbling its outer wall, the location of the prostate was overcome by a profound tingling. Suddenly, the hunter’s muscles tightened up. At first, his face was slightly green because of extreme fear, but then it turned red, blushing in raw arousal.

In the blink of an eye, the hunter came a second time, spraying out even more of his cum than the last time, but now all of the milky white semen was pouring into the translucent tentacle with astonishing force. At this uncontrolled fierce ejaculating, the hunter let out a terrible roar with a distorted expression, his body muscles also issuing one violent tremble after another.

After that first ejaculation, the venom started inducing unprecedented changes. With this changing of magical power, the blue crystals and the purple gem on the metal ring began to emit bright light. The amethyst needles that had impaled his testicles the entire time also followed suit, and then unleashed the magic power that each and every one contained. The vicious barbs upon their tips were there to keep them lodged inside his flesh, preventing them from being blown back out by the sheer internal pressure exerted by his accelerated sperm production.

The purple gem exhibited two supernatural powers. One was to heighten the fear of prey, cause them to lose themselves in their sheer panic, while the second was to dial up the sensitivity of the victim, so even a gently blowing wind might cause a jolt of intense pain.

Therefore, when the tentacle that had inserted its fangs into the hunter’s prostate started chewing again, he immediately felt far more intense soreness and tingling than ever before, the sharp pain making him cry out pathetically. At the same time, the magical power of the amethyst needles began to exhibit its deadly affect: it forced the testicles to produce a lot of male essence in a very short period of time, and the pressure resulted in the raw sperm spewing out with incredible force.

The uncontrollable ejaculation, simply put, drove the hunter mad. His mind was engulfed in a sea of fear and pain, and being restricted by the tentacles, he couldn’t offer any physical resistance. At this moment, he could only open his eyes to their maximum width and wail out with a visage of abject terror, hopelessly watching the fiendish organism forcibly draining semen from him.

All the while, the mysterious male looked on, finding the hunter’s wails of anguish very enjoyable. And this was before the huge flower began to gently skim over the hunter’s hypertrophied glans, the light graze infinitely amplified into a terrible pain, which made the hunter immediately issued a more intense cry while his body issued a fiercer trembling fit than ever.

At long last, the magic ritual of utter domination was complete. The amethyst needles and the purple gem on the metal ring were also issuing a more dazzling light, making the hunter’s golden eyes turn purple - from this moment onward, his handsome body was not but a toy for the tentacled monster. Which meant that as long as it wanted, it could arbitrarily extract as much of his essence as it desired… or feed upon his nut guts with impunity. The power of domination surging throughout the hunter’s body was like a raging storm. Like a high-pressure geyser, his continuous spray of semen couldn’t even be completely accommodated by the transparent tube lodged in his manhood. At the hunter’s wretched wail, the thick milky semen burst out directly from the wide opening of the glans…

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After several days of unbridled milking, coupled with the domination by magic, along with regular sessions involving the delicate insides of his testicles being consumed and regenerated and consumed again, the hunter’s face turned pale due to the non-stop ejaculation and constant, white-hot pain. His twisted face hung with tears of unwillingness, repeating the meaningless cycle of moaning and heavy breathing punctuated by fits of hoarse, wretched screams. Saliva flowed uncontrolled from his gaping mouth and spilled from the tip of his tongue. The only constant, of course, was that his muscular body was still so sexily seductive, even in such a horrid state.

This was the power of the blue crystal. Its role was to keep his life functioning, and to force his body to stay in its peak state, as a permanent supply of male essence for a nutrient supply machine. And since he still exhibited incredible regeneration, unless one were to deal upon him a fatal blow, he wouldn’t ever die.

In this dark, horrific space, there is no escape, and no way to be rescued. And the endless milking torture has just begun…