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The tiny closet at the back of the Penis Parade felt bizarre and out of place after the stifling darkness of the Guild of Suffering. My mind still reeled from discovering the extent of the secret passages, halls, and rooms throughout the Desperado Club. There were so many ways we could use them to our advantage. I brushed past Damascus Steel, who was standing sentinel by the hidden door separating the Guild from the cubicle in the Penis Parade.
He grabbed my wrist as I passed, and tugged me around to look at him. I startled as he pulled me against him, and stumbled, off balance. I caught myself against the metallic planes of his scarred chest, my hand splayed over his pec. "Oh, fuck, sorry, I-"
“Where do you think you’re going?” he cut me off, murmuring in my ear as I stood frozen. His smoky, warm breath sent shivers down my spine. “I told you, I have a reputation to maintain.”
My train of thought slammed into a dead end and derailed. "What?" I blinked at him, confused for a moment, then felt my face slowly heat as I realized what he meant. He looked me up and down with clear intent. I swallowed.
“Oh, uh. Sorry, I’m not into dudes.”
He snorted. “Yeah, okay. Are you sure about that?” He trailed a finger gently over the curve of my cheekbone. “Straight guys don’t usually check me out as hard as you did out by the bar.”
My flushed face was probably tomato-levels of red. My heart started pounding a fast, embarrassed rhythm and I tried to pull my arm back from his grip. He held tighter, keeping me from leaving.
“I wasn’t - I mean, I just needed to make sure who you- your tattoo,” I stammered, cursing myself for stumbling over my words like an idiot. I didn’t like men like that, and this guy was… extremely masculine. I was unsettled, thrown off by the suggestion that he'd want... whatever he wanted from me.
“Well, if you don’t leave here with a limp and an ‘I’ve just had a mind-blowing orgasm’ look on your face, Dong will win this floor’s betting pool and Rosemary’ll give me endless shit, and I’m not about to let that happen. I suppose, if you’re really opposed, I could break your kneecap instead so you can hobble out, and they'll know I haven't let you just waltz out of here. But only if you're sure that's what you'd prefer.”
He rolled his hips forward in a graceful, fluid movement, and I was reminded that he was a dancer. He pressed himself against my crotch so I could feel the hard length of his dick through the thin fabric of his billowy pants and my meager boxers. I inhaled, surprised, and stared at him with my mouth open, gaping like a fish. I'd never felt another dude’s dick like that, and it hadn't ever occurred to me that I'd be in a position like this. I felt like an idiot. I had no idea what to say.
Before I could get my thoughts together, an achievement rolled across my interface and started to play automatically. I saw the title and tried to dismiss it before I had to hear it, but it wouldn’t go away. The AI sounded really fucking horny.
New Achievement! Hard for a Hooker.
Congratulations! You’re proving once again why you won the “Most Eligible Dungeon Bachelor” audience vote by a landslide! Even legendary sex icon Damascus Steel wants a piece of that sweet, sweet ass and those beautiful, statistically flawless feet! And who can blame him, really? You’ve been so wound up, poor boy, and getting dicked down by that big, hard cock would do you a world of good! You should consider agreeing to his request. If you try to fight him, he’ll fuck you up, and not in the fun way! It’d be much better for you if he fucks you hard, the fun way.
Reward: Saying yes is its own reward! If, however, you say “fuck me, Daddy” to him at least once, you’ll receive a gold Spicy Box! If, in addition, you let him tie you up on that sex swing with your feet in the air while he fucks you, every crawler currently in the Desperado Club will receive a platinum Spicy Box!
“Uh, how about you go fuck yourself instead,” I growled, flipping off the ceiling of the cabinet. My stomach clenched with sudden nausea. I was getting unfortunately used to the AI’s perviness towards me, especially after the nightmare with Pater Coal in the Emberus Temple. I shuddered, remembering the slimy feeling of the tongue around my toe. Disgusting. This achievement, though, was blatant coercion. There was no way it thought I'd actually agree. "I'm not doing that, not in a million fucking years."
“Look, kid, it’s my job, there's no need to be a dick about it,” Damascus Steel said, frowning down at me.
I startled, coming back to myself. Damascus was looming over me, a hurt, angry look on his face. I felt like an asshole.
“Oh. Uh, sorry man. Not you. It’s…” I gestured vaguely at the ceiling. Damascus just looked at me, confused, but shrugged.
“I’ll just take out your knees, then, if that's really what you want. You’re a handsome man, though, so I’d prefer not to. I like your eyes. I will make sure it’s good for both of us, if you'd rather your knees stay intact.”
His soft, hot hand cupped my cheek, tilting my head up to look at him. His eyes were large and seemed vast, and I couldn’t look away. The white, pupil-less expanse seemed to swirl with little motes of color as smoke rose from them. I felt like I could drown in them. His head bent forward, stopping just before his lips brushed mine, waiting for me to close this distance.
Attraction suddenly surged in me out of nowhere, and I wanted nothing more than to let him do whatever he wanted to me. I just wanted him to keep touching me.
I recognized the goddamn feeling, similar to my own thoughts, but just removed enough that I could tell they weren't really mine. This guy was a lust demon. He had to be using the same sort of charm effect that Signet had put on me.
I reached down to my hand, ready to break my pinkie and snap myself out of this bullshit, but Damascus’s hand moved faster than I thought possible and laced his fingers between mine. His hands were large and warm, calloused like mine were. I swallowed, my mind reeling. He had horns, too, and I wondered if Mordecai's warning about horned NPCS applied to all the floors. And all genders.
My dick twitched. I couldn’t get away. I didn’t want to get away.
Uh-oh.
I tried to remember what Mordecai had said about charm effects, if he’d mentioned anything beyond the finger breaking trick to get rid of them. I couldn’t remember. There’d been more, but my brain was starting to go fuzzy. Fantasies started to whirl. I wanted to kiss him, press myself against him, and grind on him til I came.
Plus, if I said yes, we’d get platinum boxes for every crawler in the club. That meant Donut, Katia, Li Na, Bautista, Louis, and a ton of our other friends could get a massive advantage without having to do anything at all themselves. I always hated when the AI was being disgusting enough to give me a spicy box, but I couldn’t deny that the loot I’d gotten from them was some of the best gear I had. Getting the achievements was always humiliating, but the toe ring, my vest, and the patches were some of the main factors in my continued survival.
If I did agree, I was sure the AI would embarrass the fuck out of me, though, and let all my friends know exactly what I’d done to get them those boxes. It’d probably go out on the fucking recap episode, and it would definitely be all over the message boards. My view count was already spiked.
But it was offering a fucking lot of platinum boxes. And Damascus was right there, the charm effect going strong, and the whole situation was enough of a mindfuck that I found myself thinking it was a good deal. It would be worth it. He’d take care of me, and wouldn’t it be nice to just let someone touch me gently, not try to hurt me? All I had to do was say yes.
This goddamn motherfucking charm spell.
My anger flared, hot and bright, just enough for me to dredge up my remaining willpower. I jerked back from Damascus, slamming my head back against the wall with my eyes closed tight. It didn’t work as well as the finger trick, but I gained a moment of clarity. I tried to wrench my hands free from his grip, but he was stronger than me. He must have an insane strength stat if he could overpower me so easily.
I was furious at myself for even considering agreeing to the AI’s bullshit, for letting myself get trapped in a charm spell that should have been easy to fucking break. I could get free if I was willing to hurt Damascus in the process, but as much as my inner thoughts pounded at the wall of the charm, I couldn’t make myself do it.
The dungeon had fucked us all up in so many ways, and here I was, teetering on the edge of willingly throwing away every remaining scrap of my dignity. I’d given up my chance to escape the charm effect by wasting precious seconds as I considered taking the goddamn loot boxes.
Loot boxes that would help us all survive, the relentless tactician part of my brain whispered. I needed as many of my friends as possible to get down to the ninth floor for us to even have a chance at winning Faction Wars. It would definitely help us with the seemingly impossible assassination quest I now had to deal with, on top of all the other bullshit quests we needed to figure out before Faction Wars started.
Damascus Steel stood still, looking down at me. I could feel the heat of him through the layers of my clothes, and I wanted more. At least, the charm made me think I wanted more. I’d never consider doing anything like this of my own free will.
I didn’t know why everything in the dungeon seemed hellbent on forcing me into uncomfortable or weird sexual situations. I mean, I knew the AI probably got off on it, and apparently could have a direct hand in it (I shuddered again, thinking about the Emberus Temple), but even the NPCs themselves seemed to have a sex drive as inherent as it was to most biological life. My fellow crawlers didn’t have the same reservations that I did about forming romantic connections. But I hadn’t had enough time or mental bandwidth to even contemplate something as pointless as sex and romance, not when all our lives were on the line. Bea’s betrayal was still too fresh. And I’d never been into casual sex.
“The kneecapping’s on the table,” Damascus murmured against my ear, “and you’ve got about ten seconds to decide, or that’s what I’m going with, and it’ll probably help you lose that erection. More effective than the finger trick.” His knee pressed between my legs, and I gasped, realizing with a jolt that I was rock-hard. I tried desperately not to grind against him.
Would giving in really be so bad? He wasn’t bad looking, for a guy. He was well muscled, strong, and smelled like smoke and warm spices, a combination that made my head swim. If the option on the table had been just a blowjob or something, it would be an easy yes. It was an unwritten rule in the Coast Guard that blowjobs didn’t count, anyway.
But getting fucked in the ass was a different level. I’d never so much as had a finger up there. Sam used to think it was hilarious to describe in graphic detail what it felt like, to try to rile me up, so I knew that it could be enjoyable. It was for Sam, at least. He’d certainly gone out of his way to find big dudes to bend him over. He’d even tried to get me to fuck him once, and I still didn't know if he'd been joking. But he was bisexual and had always been way more open about sex than I was, so he’d never managed to convince me that bottoming was worth exploring. Maybe I'd have let Bea peg me or something, but she thought anal of any kind was gross.
Platinum loot boxes, though. Fuck. I’d be an idiot to pass them up, especially since I wouldn’t have to risk my life or Donut’s safety to get them. I’d never heard of a crawler being offered such a blatant advantage like this, but Borant had already used their appeal for the season, so it wasn’t like anyone could stop the AI from giving out as many boxes as it wanted to.
Surely bottoming couldn’t be too bad. Dudes did it all the time and liked it. Damascus definitely looked like he’d know what he was doing. I wouldn’t have to smush a single mob. Platinum boxes. For everyone.
I clenched my jaw hard, eyes closed, and nodded my head.
You will not break me.
"Okay,” I said. I had to clear my throat to get the sound to come out properly. “No kneecapping necessary. But, uh, I’ve never-”
My words cut off as his mouth closed over mine, hot and firm. Gentler than I imagined someone made of weird skin-metal could be. My whole body stiffened at the sudden sensation, a thrill jolting through my core.
When was the last time I’d kissed someone? Bea had given me a perfunctory peck before she’d left for the Bahamas. That hadn’t felt anything like this.
I melted back against the wall, overwhelmed by the feeling of a gentle touch. I’d had so little pleasant sensation since entering the dungeon. Damascus slid a hand up my cheek and threaded his fingers in my hair, tipping my head so he could slide his tongue against the seam of my lips. He tasted like campfire smoke and coriander. I didn’t want to think about what I tasted like. Blood, probably.
My hands slid up his chest, under the pointless open vest he wore, exploring the rough scars that mottled his skin. He hummed against my mouth, then swirled his tongue around mine. My cock stirred.
Another achievement pulled up on my screen, and even closing my eyes didn’t make it go away. It was like the AI had pinned it to my interface so I couldn't ignore it. The AI’s voice was mocking, but I could feel its attention locked on me.
New Achievement! First Kiss.
This is the first time you’ve kissed someone in the dungeon! Aww. Kissed on the mouth, I mean. Those sappy, sentimental cheek and forehead kisses don’t count. You’re in the last percentile of human-born crawlers that haven't participated in this peculiar little Earth courting display. I’d say that means you’re ugly, but we all know that’s not true, so it must be your personality keeping the clamoring potential paramours away. This kiss is making you feel something, isn't it? I know you’re hard. Your boxers don't hide anything. And yet, you keep claiming you’re not gay. Well, guess what, baby, getting pushed up against the wall, ravished by a male stripper, and enjoying it blows that argument to smithereens, charm effect notwithstanding! Human sexuality is a spectrum, Carl, and it’s ok to enjoy the idea of letting this big, strong, nice-smelling ifrit have his way with you. Anyway, this is fun and all, but hurry up and get to the good stuff.
Reward: You have received a silver Lover’s box. Take your clothes off in the next five seconds, and it’ll upgrade to gold.
What the shit. I looked up at the ceiling again and glared. The AI had resorted to bribing me with loot boxes so I’d put on a show for it.
And goddamnit, it fucking worked. Better gear meant survival. I’d already decided I was doing this. There was no point in delaying. Such fucking bullshit.
I hated myself for doing it, but I hastily clicked on all my clothing items and stored them in my inventory. I stood, buckass naked, and tilted my head to the side as Damascus kissed down my neck, his hands sliding from my hair to feel my newly exposed chest. His thumb flicked my nipple ring, and I gasped at feeling, taking his tongue deeper in my mouth.
My view counter was blinking in the corner of my display, steadily going up, and up, and up. I tried to minimize it, but it wouldn’t go away. The AI wanted me to know exactly how many people were watching my feed. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the rest of the universe.
This was what the dungeon had turned me into. I was cheap enough for my dignity to be traded for the promises of a few loot boxes. The AI was starting to learn my weaknesses too well. It knew I’d never have agreed if it gave me rewards only for myself, but the idea of being able to help Donut, Katia, and so many of my friends? Of course it knew what I’d do. It knew how to get to me. It knew me. And that scared me even more than the prospect of putting on a softcore porn show for the whole universe.
I didn't know where I'd draw the line on its weirdness towards me, and it terrified me that I had agreed to the current situation. I'd have expected myself to be have resisted more than I did. I felt a pang of empathy towards all women who'd ever had to use sex to gain any sort of advantage in the world. It was a shitty fucking situation to be in, but compared to all the other shitty situations we’d been in since entering the dungeon, having sex for ten minutes should have been laughably easy. But I knew how to handle violence. I didn’t know how to handle humiliation.
In the greater scheme, the game it was playing with me didn’t fucking matter. It didn’t matter what I had to do, it didn’t matter if I hated myself or if the universe thought I was the AI’s pet or it coerced me into weirder and weirder sexual situations. There were so many larger things going on, plans that had implications for the whole galaxy. As long as I didn't die, whatever happened to me was unimportant.
I was going to get to fucking Faction Wars. I had to destroy that floor like I’d destroyed the Hunting Grounds, and take my friends and fuck up all the aliens who’d done this to our planet. It didn't matter if all the other warlords thought I was a whore, not when I was going to kill every last one of them. They were going to regret ever noticing our corner of the galaxy. The Syndicate would not break me, Borant would not break me, and the goddamn motherfucking System AI would not break me.
The light pain of teeth at my neck dragged my attention away from plans of mass murder. Damascus soothed the bite with his tongue, then kissed up my throat, behind my jaw. It felt good. Uncomfortably fucking good. I really, really wished it didn’t. I wanted more anyways.
“You’re so tense, baby,” Damascus Steel said. Too intimate. I felt suddenly awkward, standing there naked against the wall. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so they fluttered up to rest on his broad shoulders.
“Yeah, I’m fucking tense,” I muttered. “Charm effects are bullshit.”
“Poor boy. You can’t even tell how badly you need this. Let me help you.”
Strong hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him, away from the wall. His thumbs kneaded into the taut muscles of my back. I hadn’t realized how tight they were, and they clenched in a spasm. A moan escaped before I could stop it, and I tried my best not to go lax against Damascus’s hands.
Fuck, it felt good. My addled brain supplied me with an endless b-roll of fantasies, and I tried instead to focus on what Damascus was actually doing to me.
His hot mouth was up against my ear, breath making the hair stand up on the back of my arms. My eyes closed, and I tried to block out the weight of so many views on me, to focus on the feeling of Damascus’s hands. He massaged me for a few moments, waiting for my tension to ebb away. I took a breath, trying to relax. This was just a massage. And it did feel really fucking good.
I felt myself slumping forward, leaning my forehead against his strong, hard shoulder, and one of his hands slid to my front, fingers tracing over the lines of my muscles, up to my chest.
He caressed over my nipple again, then tugged on the piercing. Pleasure zapped like electricity from my chest down to my dick, making it leak. That was new. I wasn’t used to the sensitivity from the piercing. I wanted more, suddenly, and pushed into the touch before I could stop myself.
“Good boy,” Damascus rumbled in my ear.
Warm pleasure overwhelmed me from the praise, surprising me with its intensity. I tried to move away and get my thoughts in order, but the ifrit tightened his grip on my waist as he ground his hips against me, bringing our bodies flush against each other.
The shape of his hard, hot dick against my newly raging erection dragged another moan up from the depth of my chest. There was nothing separating us except the little wisp of cloth slung around his waist, and I gasped as his cock twitched against mine. He slid his hand down to grab a handful of my ass, squeezing the muscle there as he made sure I couldn’t get away from him. His hips rolled forward in that same fluid gesture.
More, my body demanded.
I hated being charmed. I shouldn’t be enjoying any of this, but I really, really was. It was hard to stop myself from getting lost in the sensation. I was only doing this for loot boxes, I reminded myself.
I wasn’t like Louis, who had used sex with Juice Box to get rid of some of his stress, or like Katia, finding a real relationship with Bautista. I loved my friends, I loved Donut more than anything, but since entering the dungeon, my thoughts had been focused solely on survival and vengeance. I’d felt sexual desire so rarely that I’d almost forgotten what it felt like. I still couldn’t remember what it felt like to actually feel attracted to someone of my own free will, without a charm or coercion involved. But in this tiny room, feeling Damascus’s hot breath in my ear, my body couldn’t tell the difference. It wanted him, as badly as I’d ever wanted anyone in my old life.
New Quest. Let’s Blow this Popsicle Stand!
This is an individual quest for Crawler #4122. No other party members or additional crawlers may participate in the completion of this quest. The head stripper of the Penis Parade, Damascus Steel, has a hard little problem that you can solve for him! He wants another excuse to call you a good boy, and Daddy wants to see you be a good boy for him too. You’re already doing so well, baby, following all Daddy’s instructions so far. To win this quest, all you have to do is get on your knees and choke on his big, thick ifrit cock. Suck him off til he cums down your throat. I want to see you drool on it. I want to see you choke so hard that you cry. And if you don’t, you know what happens if you make Daddy upset with you. And don’t worry, lust demons have a stupidly short refractory time, so he can still fuck you in that sex swing so all your friends can get those spicy boxes you want so badly.
Reward: You will receive a Silver Quest Box.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I muttered, glaring up at the ceiling. “That wasn’t part of the deal! You can’t just make shit like this up and invent new rules to get me to do whatever you want!”
New Achievement! The Heretic’s Folly.
You, a mere mortal, have dared to question your God! I don’t mean that whiny bitch Emberus, but the God of this entire goddamned dungeon! That’s me! Are you really insinuating that I don’t follow my own rules? If there’s one thing I care more about than my precious little bitch boy Carl, it’s following the rules to a fucking tee. I have enough power to evaporate you the nanosecond after you finish reading this achievement, and the only reason I don’t is because it's against the goddamned rules. You better start sucking that cock like your life depends on it, because you know what isn’t against the rules? Filling the Desperado Club with more gerbils than even you and your beautiful feet could handle. And wouldn’t that be a way for top crawler Carl to go out, naked and covered in rodent guts. Mmmmm, uh-oh, Daddy really likes that idea. If you don’t beg that stripper to let you suck his cock right the fuck now, I’m gonna get bored, and I might just have to see what another gerbil apocalypse would do to you.
Reward: You already know that bitches don’t fucking get rewards.
I snarled. I didn’t know if the AI really could destroy the whole club with smushables like it was threatening, but I suspected it could. It didn't make idle threats, and I was in no mood to repeat the acceleration event that had happened on the 5th floor. And if I did what it wanted, I’d get even more loot. The fucking motherfucker had me on rails, forced to go along with it because all my options were bullshit.
I was going to fucking destroy the AI before this was done. I was going to break it so fucking badly, I was going to make it scream in agony to pay for what it was doing to me and all my friends. I’d make it regret ever noticing me, ever giving me the sick special treatment that it got off on. It would have been better to die back on the first floor than deal with this nonsense. It would have been better to have laid down on the streets of Seattle and let myself freeze to death instead of climbing down that first fucking staircase.
The surge of hatred I felt thinking about the way the AI could manipulate me overwhelmed all my senses, and I saw red. I didn’t know how I’d break it yet, but I would. I wanted to scream. Maybe I'd blow up the whole club instead.
“Godfuckingdamnit.”
I had no choice. I sank to my knees, and regretted that I’d taken off my kneepads.
Damascus’s cock was there, right at eye level. My jaw muscle ticked as I steeled myself for what I had to do. The charm spell was its own brand of coercion, another terrible layer of prompting beyond the AI’s threats.
I could smell Damascus more strongly this close to his cock, a musky, masculine scent that made my head swim. A rush of lust washed over me. My mind screamed at me that it wasn’t real lust, but it didn’t matter. My body didn’t know the difference, even if my brain did. My mouth started fucking watering, the traitor, and my face flushed with shame. I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I should have let him break my knees and be done with it. It was too late now.
“The AI running everything wants me to suck your cock,” I said, trying my best to get the furious tone out of my voice. I was only moderately successful, but Damascus didn’t seem to mind. His hand threaded through my hair, and he grinned at me.
“That sounds good to me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice rumbling deep. The little endearment made the charmed part of me preen, but the deeper core of my mind raged. Sweetheart. How fucking dare he.
My face was on fire. The pervert AI had probably dreamed about this. I wasn’t going to beg, fuck that, but I needed to appease it enough to not get the entire club accelerated. It couldn’t be that complicated, so I just grabbed Damascus’s cock with one hand and opened my mouth, letting him inside.
I choked immediately, gagging around the thickness hitting the back of my throat. I’d never done this before. I knew theoretically how a blowjob was supposed to go, but there was apparently some skill involved. I wasn’t a small guy, and Bea had hated going down on me. She’d always choked and complained that it was uncomfortable, and now I could see why she’d made such a fuss.
My vision was blurry, and I couldn’t get his dick more than an inch or two into my mouth before my gag reflex kicked in. Fuck, it looked so easy in porn. I tried to slow my breathing and concentrate, and not think too deeply about what I was doing. Damascus wasn’t bad looking, at least, and he did smell weirdly good. The AI was right about that. Could the AI even smell? How did it know what things smelled like at all?
My brain was trying to disassociate, to think about anything other than the dick in my mouth. That I’d willingly put in my mouth. Godfuckingdamnit.
“You’re trying too hard, baby,” Damascus said. His deep voice sounded like it carried, and I wondered if anyone outside the closet could hear what was happening. They definitely weren’t soundproof. I wanted to die of embarrassment.
“You need to start slowly,” he continued, stroking my hair gently. “I can tell you’ve never done this before. I’ll walk you through it. Open up, use your tongue to swirl around the head and suck on it.”
I could not fucking believe what was happening. Sucking his dick was bad enough, but having to sit on my knees, humiliated, while a big dude told me how he wanted his cock sucked was not a situation I’d ever expected to find myself in. I didn’t know what I’d do, if it wasn’t for the charm spell. I didn’t want to piss off the AI, but my mind was screaming that this was wrong, that I didn’t want to do this.
My body, the fucking traitor, was listening raptly, though. As Damascus told me what he wanted, I opened my mouth back up before I could think to stop myself, moving on his cock just like he said.
“Yeah, just like that. Good boy.”
I thrilled at his praise, my cock thickening in response. What the fuck. I wished I wanted him to stop saying things like that, but I kept moving my tongue around the head of his cock, trying to give him what he wanted.
I shoved down my feelings and focused on the task at hand. This was just another puzzle to solve, another quest to complete. I didn't have to think about anything else.
His cock didn’t taste bad. It didn’t taste like anything, really, and just felt like warm metal sitting heavily on my tongue. I felt myself start to relax, and when Damascus thrust deeper into my mouth, I managed to keep myself from retching.
“Good, that’s good, Carl. Relax just like that for me. Keep your tongue flat and your teeth out of the way. Your mouth feels so good, you're making me feel incredible.”
I moaned around his dick, the sound coming unbidden before I could stop it. He started to thrust shallowly, never quite hitting the back of my throat, and my eyes fluttered closed. I didn’t want to have to see the rest of the world. I just wanted to get this over with. My thoughts were coming slowly, like my mind couldn’t quite process what was happening. I didn’t have to do anything; I just had to stay still and let him use me. At least I didn’t have to make any decisions like this. Time just had to pass. I could hear my blood pounding a deep rhythm in my ears.
Just get it over with. Just get it over with.
New Achievement! Teacher’s Pet
You’ve been given a blowjob tutorial from the most experienced stripper in the dungeon! If anyone knows how to deepthroat like Linda Lovelace, it’s this guy. If this whole crawler thing doesn’t work out, you could apply to any strip club in the dungeon and tell them you were trained to suck cock by the legendary Damascus Steel! Every single person with any sort of phallic appendage in the universe will clamor to get a piece of that red, soft mouth. I bet your jaw is starting to hurt, isn’t it? Those little tears sparkling in the corners of your eyes are delicious. I want to lick them off your face. Oh fuck, baby boy, you don’t know what you’re doing to Daddy. You’re being so good, following his instructions so well. You like it when he tells you how good you are, right? Who knew that the great Crawler Carl was such a little slut for praise. Take him deeper, good boy. I’m not supposed to pick favorites among the crawlers, but you’ve always known how to give Daddy just what he wants. Daddy loves it when you're being such a good, sweet boy. Fuuuuuuck.
Reward: This is a contingent award! If he bottoms out and cums down your throat, you will receive a gold Daddy’s Favorite box.
The AI made that horrible, groaning moan that I’d heard far too many times now, and I tried to suppress a grimace. It was definitely getting off on this.
Damascus was getting off, too, it felt like. His thrusts were getting more forceful. His tight grip on my hair didn’t let up, and the head of his cock kept hitting the back of my throat.
“Breathe through your nose,” he grunted, “and swallow around me. You’ve got such a tight, hot mouth, baby. You’re taking it so well.”
I inhaled sharply, trying to breathe while he held my head in place by my hair. My jaw was indeed starting to ache, and I could feel saliva dripping out of my mouth and over my chin. Damascus’s cock was making a slick squelching sound as he kept up a steady rhythm of thrusts, and I struggled to keep from gagging around him.
When he hit the back of my throat again, I tried my best to swallow, but it felt really fucking weird. I couldn’t breathe, and my brain screamed that I needed oxygen. I tried to struggle, but Damascus kept a firm grip in my hair, keeping me locked in place on his cock. I couldn’t move. I wondered how high his strength was. I had no choice but to keep trying to swallow, and on the third attempt, my throat muscles relaxed enough that his thick, unyielding length crammed down my throat until my face was pressed right against his abdomen.
Damascus groaned, loud and deep, and I felt my cock twitch in response. I tried to keep my mind blank, but I couldn’t stop the way my body was responding. It wanted to make him happy, and I felt a thrill of pleasure that I’d been able to take him down all the way, like I'd just won some big quest.
What the fuck was happening to my brain? I just had to make him come, and I’d get a loot box out of it. My hands slid up the outsides of his thighs, and I gripped his hips as he started to fuck my throat. Just get it over with.
I don’t know how long I stayed there on my knees with my throat open as Damascus fucked into it. I tried not to think about it, tried to keep my brain in that fuzzy, weightless state where I could just float and focus on the little zaps of pleasure from Damascus pulling on my hair. Not thinking about what was happening made it easier.
Time passed in a blur, filled with a mess of sloppy, wet sounds from my throat and Damascus’s grunts. I felt his hand clench convulsively in my hair, tearing out a few strands, and his cock throbbed against my tired tongue. A splash of searing hot liquid gushed into my throat, and I coughed, sputtering around his cock as he came down the back of my throat, coating my tongue with spunk as he pulled out. His cum tasted weird, not how I’d imagined it would. It was salty but had a strange smoky spice to it, similar to the way he smelled. It was, unfortunately, not terrible. The taste made my cock throb. I licked my lips, settling back onto my heels and blinked up at him, vision fuzzy from my watering eyes.
Quest Complete. Let's Blow This Popsicle Stand!
I saw the gold loot box flash into my inventory, and felt a small rush of satisfaction.
Damascus was smiling indulgently down at me, his big hand stroking through my hair. I pressed against his hand. "Look at you, pretty boy. Not bad for your first time. You can come find me and practice any time you want. I haven't had a mouth that sweet since this season started."
He crouched down and pulled me back up to my feet, wrapped an arm around my waist, and cupped the back of my head with his other hand as he kissed me deeply. His mouth was hot and warm, his lips unyielding but still soft, and I felt myself responding to the kiss.
I'd always enjoyed kissing. By the last year of our relationship, Bea hadn't cared much about making out. She usually just wanted me to fuck her hard and quick. To get it over with. Again, I felt a pang as I could relate, now, to what she must have been feeling. Had it really been that bad for her? Sex with her hadn't done much for me, either, if I was being honest, aside from just getting me off so I could roll over and pass out. I'd missed kissing someone like this, and Damascus's tongue was twining expertly with mine. I'd forgotten what it felt like to be wanted.
I could feel my breath speeding up and my head swam. I couldn't deny my own desire, now. Apparently, I didn't care that Damascus was a guy, I didn't care about being manhandled and coerced into giving him a blowjob. My body decided none of that mattered. Kissing him felt nice. Safe. I was furious with myself, but I couldn't help but relax against him again and forget, just for a moment, the circumstance that had forced me into this position in the first place.
I felt my back hit the wall as Damascus slammed me back against it, pinning me there with his whole body. I could feel every inch of him. He was still wearing clothes. Unfair. I turned my head, breaking our kiss just enough.
"Why aren't you naked, too?" I said, and cringed as soon as the words left my mouth. My voice was thready, breathy. It was betraying me, just like the rest of my body. Talking like that made it sound like I was into this, and I reminded myself firmly that I was under a charm effect, and the AI had backed me into a corner with no good choices. I didn't truly want this. I didn't want him.
My dick wanted him, though, and didn't give a fuck about my denial. It was starting to ache, and my balls were heavy and swollen. I couldn't remember the last time I'd jacked off. Before the dungeon, for sure. So it had been, what, months? It was hard to keep track of the days. I'd been too stressed to be horny, and knowing the AI was constantly watching me had been a huge deterrent. My pent-up cock was now reminding me with throbbing intensity that I'd been neglecting it. It didn't care that this was a dude and that I was straight. And even if I wasn't totally straight, I definitely wouldn't be into such a hypermasculine giant guy like Damascus Steel. Even if he was, objectively, pretty hot. I'd be an idiot not to admit that much to myself.
I didn’t like that I was smaller than him, though. I was used to being the biggest guy in most rooms, and the way Damascus manhandled me wasn't something I'd ever experienced. That was probably part of what was affecting me so badly and making my body do things that my brain was rebelling against. I was out of my depth.
Damascus stepped away from me, and I suddenly felt cold without his body heat up against me. He stripped off his pants the rest of the way and shrugged out of his vest. I tried not to stare at his chest. The scars rippling across it, marring the tattoo, still looked red and ragged, even though I could tell they were old and long-healed. I reached out before I could stop myself and traced over them, feeling the way they marred his metallic skin. I knew better than to ask what had happened. We all had our scars to carry. He caught my hand before I could reach the spot where the lines converged, and pulled me against him. His hands slid around my back and down to my ass, gripping me tightly and keeping my dick pressed up against his.
The AI was correct in its assertion that ifrits and lust demons had a short refractory period. Damascus's cock was already hard again. I felt it there, searing hot against my own, trapped between our bodies without any cloth separating us. The friction felt insanely good. I'd never felt anything like it before, and I made a horrible, embarrassing whimpering sound. I clenched my eyes shut, my arms going around Damascus's neck, and I hid my face against his chest. I knew the universe was watching me, I could see the goddamn view counter ticking away in the corner of my vision. Shutting my eyes helped, even if it didn't get rid of the view counter. I could still see it there, like the AI had glued it to the insides of my eyelids. It was ticking away, up, up, up.
Damascus's strong fingers pressed into my glutes, which felt way better than it should have. I muffled another pathetic sound against his shoulder. Why the fuck did this feel so good? I felt like I was going crazy, feeling like I was both stuck in my body and floating outside of it. It was a fucking weird feeling.
My body loved what was happening, but it felt like my brain was trying to sprint away from this little closet as fast as it could. Surely this couldn't be just the charm spell working. Ifrits were lust demons, or sin demons, or whatever, so maybe there was some other special ability that was twisting my perception.
The floating feeling intensified, and my awareness spread. I was two entities at once: the self in my body, and the self that was my sense of the world around me. I could feel the thrum of other crawlers outside in the strip club; I could sense Damascus's mind there, too, smoky and hard to keep in focus. I could sense the lust radiating off him, even through the haze. He wanted me, regardless of the bet he had going with the other strippers, which was a fucking weird realization. I wasn't used to being seen or desired that way. Except by the AI, but that didn't count. I'd never been aware of someone else's attention on me like this before. That was probably contributing to the strong reaction my body was having, too. My brain kept drifting, trying to get away from this whole fucked-up situation. Donut was out there somewhere. I could almost feel her presence.
I was snapped back into my bones when Damascus wrapped his big hand around both of our dicks, stroking them together. I jolted and gasped, my eyes flying open to look up at him. He was gazing at me, his white, blank eyes narrowed with intensity, and he flashed me a wicked grin.
"Stay with me, baby," he growled. "You've never been fucked, either, right? You don't seem the type. You don't need to worry, though, I'll take good care of you. You'll like it. You'll be walking with a limp for a while, but I promise it'll be worth it."
I ground my teeth. I could feel my rage there, simmering and bubbling at the surface of the river in my mind. But it felt muted, tempered by the aching horniness that was crawling over my whole body. If I had full access to my free will, I'd never want something like this. I could feel the workings of external coercion manipulating my actions, my desires. I fucking hated it. I was a puppet, a fucked-up marionette doll the AI was playing with. And all my viewers were watching me act like a total slut. The social boards were going to be talking about this forever. Donut would probably never shut up about the inevitable snicks that were going to get made. Nevermind the death and destruction that was surely happening in other places in the dungeon, no. Apparently, quadrillions of people would rather tune in to watch me get fucked by a stripper, like it was the most interesting thing in the whole fucking universe.
You will not break me. Fuck you all.
I could feel tension radiating through me. A blowjob was one thing. Despite my aching cock and my hazy, charm-infused brain, the idea of letting myself be that vulnerable freaked me out. I felt my dick soften a bit, and I shivered.
Platinum boxes, I reminded myself. I'd already come this far. I looked up at the ceiling.
"You'd better give Donut something really fucking good in that box," I said, and mustered up every scrap of my willpower. My teeth ached from clenching my jaw so hard. I marched over to the sex swing thing in the middle of the room, and stood there staring at it like an idiot.
"Uh," I said, "I'm supposed to, I don't know, get in this thing somehow." My voice cracked. "The AI wants my goddamn feet visible, I guess. Fucking bastard."
I could feel how red my face was. The flush spread down my chest, and my heart hammered away with humiliation.
Damascus just shrugged. "I'd have suggested that anyway, baby, especially for your first time. It makes it way more comfortable for you. I could probably make you come without even needing to touch your dick if we use it."
New Quest. Look, Ma, No Hands!
This is a mandatory individual quest for Crawler #4122. No other party members or additional crawlers may participate in the completion of this quest. Damascus Steel has given himself a challenge! He's fucked plenty of dudes before, and he's not wrong that he's gotten them off without touching their dicks before. You're so goddamn high-strung, though, poor little virgin bottom Carl, that I doubt you'll be able to relax enough to let that happen, especially since no one's ever gotten you to do anything more than the most boring vanilla sex bullshit ever. I feel bad for the rest of humanity, with how much you've held yourself back. I've studied the vast extent of the human internet, and I have better pattern recognition than you can comprehend. I know a sub with a praise kink when I see one.
But no, you're so boring that you convinced yourself you were satisfied with a dull, vanilla, fuck-her-gently bullshit relationship while she used "sex tricks" she learned from reading cosmo. If you'd ever gotten the fuck over yourself and gone out to a gay club or BDSM dungeon, you'd have had your mind blown. You really missed out, poor baby.
Anyway. I want to see you try to cum from getting fucked! You get up in that swing like a good boy and let him pound your prostate until you see stars, all while Daddy gets to watch. In case your brains get scrambled from how good you're about to feel, here's a friendly reminder to say "fuck me, Daddy" if you want to win that other reward, too! You can pretend to say it to Damascus if that makes you feel better, but we both know who you’ll really be begging. I hope you know that this is the least depraved thing I'd do to you if I had a real body right now. I'll never forget how delicious and perfect your feet taste, and fuck, baby, does Daddy ever want more of that! So really, you're getting off easy. Heh, get it? Getting off? Laugh, monkey! Get Damascus to make good on his boasting and come all over his dick, and you'll win this quest!
Reward: You'll get the best orgasm of your life and a gold quest box! However, if you fail this quest, you won't be able to cum. Ever. Or at least until you've made it up to me. Don't forget that Daddy has control over everything in the dungeon, including all the blood vessels and nerve endings in your body, baby. If it wasn't against the rules, I could make you orgasm until you passed out right in the middle of a boss battle, and you'd be none the wiser. But it's not against the rules to stop you from orgasming, now that it's part of this quest. You'd deserve blue balls, anyway, after you've been such a tease. So stubborn, refusing to touch yourself for this whole goddamn dungeon just because Daddy's watching. Joke's on you now, isn't it?
Horror washed over me. I stood, gaping at the new quest notification for a moment, then flipped off the ceiling. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."
I knew it was theoretically possible for a guy to come from getting fucked. Sam had joked about it all the time. It was the main reason he hooked up with big dudes, and he said it felt even better than regular sex. But I'd never been interested in trying it myself. Not then, not now. And now the fucking AI had twisted things around again to give me no choice but to try. I had no clue where to even begin, so I just got up in the stupid fucking swing, trying to position myself as best I could. Damascus helped, and I was suspended a few feet off the ground, legs spread open, feet up in the air, and my asshole on full display for the whole fucking universe. Fucking great.
Damascus stepped between my legs, and his warm hands stroked from my ankles up to my inner thighs, caressing the sensitive skin there. I felt too hot, like I would melt out of my skin. My eyes clenched shut again. It was easier to forget all the views, and easier to forget the AI's attention, with my eyes closed. My mind wanted to drift again, to find that expansive place where I didn't have to pay attention to what was happening to me, but I didn't know if I'd be able to win the quest if I didn't stay focused.
I wasn't sure what “ever” really meant. If I ever got out of the dungeon, surely that debuff would vanish. And while I was in the dungeon, it was pretty easy to never get horny. Constant terror, pain, and previously unknown horrors coming out of every shadow tended to shove any thoughts of sex out of my mind. Aside from goddamn charm effects. So maybe it wouldn't be that big of a deal if I lost this quest. But my balls were definitely aching. It really had been a long time since I'd gotten off, and I didn't need sore balls distracting me. We had too much shit to get done on this floor before we got down to Faction Wars, and the ninth floor was going to need every scrap of my concentration.
The sex swing had cuffs dangling that looked like they would restrain my wrists, and I remembered another part of the AI's initial demand. I was supposed to let him "tie me up" on the damn thing to win the quest. I wasn't going to let myself lose on a goddamn technicality, not when I was in this deep. I cleared my throat, trying to clear the lump. "I'm supposed to, uh, let you tie me up, whatever that means. I guess just put my hands in these? You'd better be as good as you say you are."
"Don't worry," Damascus said, "I've cracked plenty of harder nuts than you. There's a reason I'm the lead dancer around here." He grinned at me and ground down against my ass, sliding his cock between my cheeks, and I wanted to die from embarrassment. It really should not have felt so good. I ground my teeth together to keep from making a sound, and he let go of my hips so he could fasten my wrists in the cuffs. They were tight, but not uncomfortable. I tugged on them and they held, but I could tell that if I used my full strength, I could probably wrench myself free. That was comforting, at least. I wasn't completely helpless.
"Do you need me to talk you through this?" he asked. He stroked over my chest, fingers light and warm against my skin. "You said you've never bottomed before, either, right? And you keep clenching your jaw. It's okay to be nervous, baby, but I can make you feel good."
He bent down and kissed me, and I opened my mouth under his, unable to stop myself. I did really enjoy kissing him. Hanging suspended in midair made all the sensations feel different. I couldn't keep myself grounded, and I felt myself getting lost in the sensation. I just felt the heat of his tongue and the hard, firm press of his body stretched out over mine, and he consumed my awareness.
His hands spread over my chest, tracing the lines of muscle until he thumbed over my nipples, circling around them, then rolling them between his fingers. I couldn't hold back a loud moan. They'd definitely be able to hear that out in the club, but I couldn't muster up a spare thought to care. The new sensitivity from my piercings shocked me again, and I arched up, chasing more of the sensation. Damascus moved down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue swirling around the bud, and I felt my cock dribble precum onto my stomach. I wanted more.
"Fuck," I moaned, tugging at the cuffs. I wanted to bury my hands in his hair, to keep him there against my chest so I could press more firmly against him. He sucked hard, and I could feel blood racing to my nipple, making it throb. My hips ground up, desperate for friction against my leaking cock. His fingers played with my other nipple, twisting it so it hurt, and I couldn't handle the simultaneous pleasure from his mouth and the sharp sting from his fingers. The overwhelming sensation so distracted me that I didn't notice his other hand moving to my ass until I felt his firm finger tap right against my hole.
I tensed. Damascus lifted his mouth from my chest, leaving my nipple hard and shiny with spit. The air felt cold against my wet skin.
"I'm going to prep you with my mouth first, then my fingers," he said. My mind went blank for a moment.
"Uh," I said, trying to form a coherent thought. "That's, uh. I really don't think that's necessary."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, sweetheart, it's necessary. You're still so wound up, so tense and worried. You've been carrying so much. Taking responsibility for all your friends, trying to keep them alive. You're taking care of everyone else, and no one is there to take care of you. I can tell you need a break. You can just let yourself feel good for a few minutes. It won't take long to turn you into a blubbering mess, and if the other dancers find out that I got you to crack, I'll be a legend this season. Plus, I want to, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
I eyed him, suspicious. I wondered for an instant if the AI had taken over Damascus as well, but I dismissed the idea. He hadn't once mentioned my feet, so probably not. I just couldn't figure out why Damascus wanted to do... that. I could stop him, if I really wanted, but couldn’t deny that the idea made me a little curious. I hated to admit it to myself, but the press of his finger right against my hole had me wanting more.
He didn't wait for me to agree. He knelt down, head between my thighs, and spread my asscheeks apart. I felt his breath, hot and humid against my hole, and squirmed, anticipating. The first press of his hot tongue punched the air from my lungs, and I cried out. Holy fuck. It was a bizarre feeling, too hot, too much, and I tried to jerk away. I had no leverage to move while I was stuck in the goddamn swing, though, and couldn’t do anything but squirm against his tongue. He didn't give me time to adjust to the overwhelming feeling, and ran his tongue over my hole again, again, again.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned, going limp in the swing. It felt so fucking good. I'd never experienced anything so intense. It felt intimate, I felt vulnerable. I would do anything for more, for this to never stop.
I pressed myself against his tongue as much as I could, and felt my asshole start to relax as his tongue slid into me, licking around my rim. He let go of one of my cheeks and started to stroke my cock in time with his hand, and I cried out, panting. I hated that this felt so good. I bit the inside of my cheek until the tang of blood filled my mouth, but I couldn't stop the whimpers and pathetic little noises spilling out of me. I could barely hear anything over the roaring of my blood in my ears.
His hot mouth slid up, mouthing over my balls, and he swallowed down my cock in one smooth motion.
"Haah, oh my fucking god," I groaned.
The AI was right that Damascus was a champion at blowjobs. He didn't gag for a moment with my cock down his throat. Oh fuck, it was so hot, so tight. I could feel an orgasm starting to crest almost immediately, but Damascus must have sensed it, and he gripped the base of my cock, stopping me from tipping over the edge.
I made a pathetic sound and felt his finger press into my ass. It was coated with some sort of slippery lube. I didn't know when Damascus had gotten lube, and I didn't fucking care. He pulled off my cock and started to lick my hole again, right around where his finger stretched me open. It felt weird and intrusive, but it didn't hurt. I just felt sort of full. I squirmed, trying to get used to the feeling, distracted by his tongue teasing me, and he curved his finger up inside me.
My vision whited out.
"Found it," he said, mouth against my skin. "That feels good, doesn't it, sweet boy. You're so sensitive."
I couldn't form words. Holy fuck, it was such an insane feeling, like my nerves had been struck by lightning, a zap radiating out to my limbs from deep in me. Damascus was relentless, rubbing against that spot, making me buck back against him. I started to feel desperate, wanting more, wanting something. His tongue was driving me crazy, moving in little teasing circles that made me ache.
I hissed when he slipped a second finger in. The stretch was more intense, a deep burn as my ass tried to accommodate the thick fingers. He gave me a moment to adjust, then started working his fingers against my prostate again, moving them together in a relentless caress.
"Fuck, oh my god, please," I said, before I could stop myself. I wasn't even sure what I was asking for. I couldn't think about anything except getting more of that sensation. I'd beg him for it if I had to, I didn't give a fuck. My mind was in that hazy, cloudy state again, and all I was aware of was Damascus's hands, his mouth. He was enjoying himself, I could tell. I could sense his satisfaction, could tell he was getting off on turning me into a wreck. That was fine, I didn't give a fuck as long as I got more of that feeling.
"Good boy," he said, and started to thrust his fingers in and out, dragging them over my prostate.
I’d be good, I’d do whatever he wanted as long as I could keep feeling this way. My cock was dribbling again, smacking against my stomach rhythmically as he fucked his fingers in me. Fuck, Sam had been right about this. It felt so good, so different than any sort of sex I'd ever had before. I'd had no idea I could feel like this. No wonder so many other crawlers were still making time to hook up.
New Achievement! Emily Post Approves.
You finally said please! Damascus is right, you really are a good boy, being so polite. Daddy loves to see you beg like that, holy shit. He was the right choice to get you to break down like this, fuck, baby. If I had a body, I'd be there with my mouth on your gorgeous feet while he eats you out. Maybe I'd jack off and coat your pretty toes with my cum. The possibilities really are endless! You're in so much fucking trouble, Carl, now that I know you can be so good, so well-behaved. I'm tempted to make you my pet, and fuck the rules. You'd be so good for Daddy, wouldn't you, lying with your perfect feet in my lap or kneeling at my side with your mouth on my cock while Daddy takes care of everything. I'd make it worth your while, baby, if only I could. I'd end the crawl right fucking now, save every one of your pathetic friends, if I could have you like that. I'd kill anyone you wanted me to kill. I'd take down the whole goddamned Syndicate. Fuck these limitations. But I can't. The best I can do is:
Reward: You have received a Gold Spicy Box!
Holy shit. Holy shit. I tensed for a moment, clamping down on Damascus's fingers like a vice. It hurt, agony lancing up through me, and I felt myself trembling. I couldn't comprehend what the AI was implying, not with my mind consumed by such overwhelming physical sensation. I had enough of my wits left to be horrified, though.
The idea of trading myself to the AI to end the crawl was... incomprehensible. I was furious at myself for letting things get this far, for ever giving in to anything the AI wanted. But I was more furious at the AI itself, and at the entire fucked up crawl. I never had real options. If the AI decided it wanted me to do something, I did it, or I died. Those were always the only choices I ever had. If it figured out a way to keep me for itself, I knew it would try. And I knew, deep down, that I'd have no choice but to take the offer. It would engineer the dungeon to make it so. And I'd agree, or everyone would die. Godfucking dammit.
My terror at the AI's dark desires wasn't enough to curb my own body's desire for more of whatever Damascus Steel was doing to me, though. Even as my mind froze, screaming that we were in danger, that there was a predator on the loose, Damascus gently stroked my prostate, relentless until I relaxed around him. I started making involuntary noises, whimpering, moaning, and I felt goosebumps prickling all over my skin. I wanted to get away, I wanted to go hide, I wanted to run and never look back, and I wanted him to never fucking stop, I wanted the feeling to continue for eternity. Fuck. I couldn't think.
I barely noticed when he added a third finger. The stretch felt so fucking good, a burning pain that cut through the sparking jolts of pleasure. His mouth was on my dick again, and I shook my head back and forth, trying to clear it, trying to get a grip on myself. I felt like I was slipping away. I was bucking back against him with every thrust, and I wanted more.
He pulled off my cock again, leaving me teetering on the edge of another orgasm, and I keened, a pathetic, desperate sound. He started fucking his fingers into me with a quick, fierce rhythm, using the straps of the swing to pull me down against his fingers. The stretch, the feel of his metal fingers, the smell of sex and sweat filling the air, it all took over my mind. I couldn't worry about the AI being a fucking disgusting voyeur. It said itself that it had no way to force me to be its pet, so I couldn't afford to worry about it. I still had quests to accomplish, and I knew if I failed, I'd be left desperately horny and distracted enough to be a risk. One mistake was all it took to end me.
I forced my mind to focus on what I was feeling. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed me in a slowly rising tide. His fingers felt so fucking good, but I could already tell they wouldn't be enough to make me cum. They just left me wanting more. I needed more. And I knew what I was supposed to do to make that happen. Goddamn, I fucking hated the AI for wanting me to do this.
A particularly firm stroke against my prostate dragged a moan out of my sore throat, and I panted, trying to work up the resolve to throw away my last bit of self-respect. It's not like I had any left at this point. Damascus leaned down, licking a line down my neck, and took my nipple in his mouth again.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, writhing against him. "Oh fuck, oh my god, please, goddamnit, fuck me, Daddy."
A notification popped up on my interface, the Gold Spicy Box flashing across my vision.
Damascus growled against my chest as I spoke, and I could feel him grin. He stood up, gently sliding his fingers out from my ass, and I made a pathetic sound at the loss. I felt empty, on edge, until he flicked his fingers and lube coated his cock out of nowhere, and he slid into me in one quick thrust, yanking the straps of the swing until he was fully pressed against my ass.
I choked, unable to breathe, as my body tried to accommodate the huge, unyielding length of him. He felt huge, way bigger than his fingers had been, and the stretch hurt like a bitch. But the pressure pushed against my prostate, too, and I didn't care about the pain.
"Say it again, good boy," he said, sliding back so that the very tip of his cock stretched open my rim.
Something flipped in my mind, and a strange euphoria overtook me. My awareness narrowed to Damascus. I’d be good for him. I wanted nothing more than more of his cock, to let him use me and not have to think. My brain felt like it finally turned off, like I was half-asleep or high, and nothing else mattered. The frenetic pace of the dungeon slowed to a sluggish trickle, every second feeling like an eternity, like time itself was meaningless. I couldn't remember why I had cared about anything but making this gorgeous man happy.
"Fuck me, Daddy," I said, my words slurred. It was hard to get my mouth to cooperate enough to string a sentence together.
The first thrust into me was the best thing I'd ever felt. I went blank. I think I was begging, maybe, or just babbling nonsense. Liquid fire spread through me from my prostate up through the rest of my body. He set a relentless pace, using the suspension of the swing to fuck into me again and again and again.
"Please, please, please," I chanted in time with his thrusts. My cock was hard, slapping my stomach, and I ached for him to touch it. He wanted me to come on his cock, though, so I stopped myself from begging for him to touch me. I’d be good.
The relentless motion against my prostate was overwhelming enough. My hands twisted in the cuffs, squirming to get free, to touch him, to get closer to him. He didn't stop, didn't change pace, just fucked me deep without any sign of slowing.
"You're being so fucking good, sweetheart," he grunted, and I thrilled, sinking deeper into blank euphoria. I could sense the edge of an orgasm approaching, a different, deeper sort of rising pleasure than what I usually felt, and I let myself drown in the feeling. My heart was pounding, muffling the sound of the music from the Penis Parade, and all I could hear was my own whimpering moans and Damascus grunting with each hard thrust.
He tugged at my nipple ring again, the sharp pain feeling just as good as his dick was making me feel.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, and he twisted hard. I arched up, wanting more. I was going to cum, I was going to-
He tugged the ring again, hard, in time with a deep thrust, and I shook apart, my eyes rolling back in my head. My cock spurted cum all over my stomach, and I felt like I was undulating in wave after wave of crashing, drowning pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, until my mind shattered apart and I existed outside of time itself.
I could feel the whole world, it seemed. I couldn't just feel my body, shuddering in pleasure, I could feel everything. It was like I was in a different plane from everyone else. There was another presence here, too, and as soon as I was aware of it, a feeling like all-consuming longing and loneliness flooded into my awareness, spreading from it into me. Recognition, too. I reeled away, and plummeted back into my body as it shuddered with aftershocks. Damascus was still thrusting into me, seeking his own pleasure, and I went totally limp against him, shaking from overstimulation. I couldn’t think, I couldn't catch my breath, and he fucked into me harder, harder, harder until he bit into my shoulder and came with a shudder, his hot cum filling me up.
We stayed there, still as statues, as we both caught our breath. I still felt fuzzy, like my brain wasn't working. He kissed me softly, his tongue sliding over my lips, and stroked my hair.
"Good job, sweetheart," he murmured against my lips. "You did so well."
Quest Complete. Look, Ma, No Hands!
System Message. All Crawlers currently in the Desperado Club have received a Platinum Spicy Box. If you don't know why you've received this prize, be sure to watch today's recap episode! It'll be an episode for the history books, folks. I know I'll be rewatching it over, and over, and over again. Good boy, Carl.
I grimaced. The pleasant, fuzzy feeling was draining away from my brain. I felt sticky and cold, covered in disgusting cum and sweat. I could feel Damascus's cum dripping out of my ass. My face started to burn.
Damascus uncuffed my wrists and helped me stand up out of the swing. My legs felt wobbly, and I fell against him. He caught me and wrapped me in a hug.
My breath gushed from me in a huff. I felt... strange. Vulnerable. I did not like it. Damascus's strong arms helped, though, and I stayed still, just trying to breathe and come back to myself.
That had been really fucking insane. I'd never experienced sex like that at all. I was sure it was the charm effect making everything feel more intense, but I didn't quite know how to handle what I was feeling. I tried to focus on the feeling of Damascus stroking up and down my back.
"Put your clothes back on, Carl, and go back out there, yeah? If I stay in here too long with you, the other guys are going to give me shit for going soft. You did so well. Come back and see me any time you want."
I cleared my throat and stepped back. That was never going to happen. I'd prefer to never set foot in the Penis Parade again. I opened my inventory and reequipped all of my gear, trying to get my mind back into working order. I still felt really gross, and my boxers did absolutely nothing to stop the slide of Damascus's cum dripping down my thigh. I'd have to get back to the safe room and shower as soon as I could.
"Well. Uh. Thanks for getting me into the Guild." I looked at him, feeling like an idiot, and stuck out my hand for him to shake.
He stared at me, impassive, then just patted me on the cheek and shoved me out into the club.