Chapter 5: The Breaking Point
Marcus kept thrusting. His cock slid deep, pulled back slick, drove in again. The wet sound of it filled the platform, rhythmic and filthy, and the crowd pressed closer, watching the stretch of Elias's ass around that massive shaft.
A new man shoved his cock past Elias's lips. Thick, vein-ridged, tasting of salt and precum. Elias's jaw stretched wide, and the man grabbed his curls with one fist, forcing himself deeper until his heavy balls slapped against Elias's chin.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Fuck, that throat," the man grunted. "Tight as a fist."
He pulled out just enough to let Elias breathe, then drove back in, his huge balls slapping wetly against his chin again. Elias swallowed around him, tongue working the underside of the shaft, saliva spilling down his neck and chest.
At Elias's right, two men stood with their cocks side by side, waiting. Elias's fingers wrapped around both shafts, slick with precum and spit. He stroked them together, up and down, his wrists twisting, his palms pressing tight. One man's cock curved hard to the left, and the other had a thick ridge running along the bottom that caught against Elias's thumb every stroke.
"Yeah. Like that. Fuck, like that."
The men at his breasts had switched. Two new ones, both big, both eager. One mashed his tits together, palms flat against the slick skin, squeezing until milk squirted across his knuckles. The other lined his cock up with the channel and drove forward, burying himself in the hot, wet valley.
"These things are fucking amazing," he muttered. He pulled back, thrust again, his shaft sliding through the milk and sweat and cum that coated Elias's chest. His balls swung forward with each stroke and slapped against Elias's ribs.
The one holding Elias's tits had his mouth on Elias's left nipple. He sucked hard, pulling the dark flesh between his lips, groaning as milk flooded his mouth. He swallowed, choked, drank again.
"She keeps giving," he said, pulling off just long enough to speak. "She never fucking stops."
Elias's breasts had grown. They swelled heavier against their chests, the dark areolae stretching wider, the nipples thick and engorged. Every squeeze sent a fresh spray of milk across the platform, and the crowd laughed and groaned.
"Look at those tits."
"They're getting bigger."
"He's gonna flood the whole square."
The man fucking Elias's tits grabbed the swollen flesh with both hands and speed up. His balls swung harder, slapping against Elias's ribs with a wet, meaty rhythm. He came with a roar, painting Elias's chest with thick ropes of seed, and the other man followed, pulling off Elias's nipple and jacking off onto his tits with three quick strokes.
More men stepped in immediately.
At his hands, the two cocks were replaced. The new ones were bigger, fatter, and Elias's fingers barely wrapped around them. He stroked faster, harder, his palms slick with their precum, his wrists glistening. One of the men grabbed his wrist and shoved his own cock against Elias's palm, grinding.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come."
Elias worked him harder. The man came with a shout, seed splattering across Elias's knuckles, dripping down his fingers. The other man finished next, his load spraying across Elias's forearm.
Marcus hadn't stopped. His balls, swollen and heavy as melons, swung forward and slapped against Elias's thighs with every thrust. A man knelt behind him again, cupping the massive testicles, squeezing them with calloused hands.
"Fuck, these are heavy. Heavier than before."
Marcus groaned. His hips snapped forward, harder, and Elias felt the cock inside him swell.
"You gonna fill him again?"
Marcus didn't answer. Just fucked.
The man laughed and squeezed harder. "Fill him up. Make him fucking burst."
Marcus roared and came. Another flood of hot seed poured into Elias's guts, his belly swelling, the skin pulling tight. His navel popped further outward, jutting from the center of the huge sphere like a swollen pearl.
And still Marcus kept thrusting.
The man behind him kept playing with his balls.
The men in Elias's mouth came and were replaced. The men at his hands came and were replaced. The men at his breasts came and were replaced. The crowd pressed closer, stroking themselves, aiming at his face, his hair, his shoulders, his swollen belly.
They came and came and came, dousing him in semen.
Elias's breasts grew even heavier. Milk leaked from both nipples in steady streams, pooling in the hollow of his throat, dripping down his sides.
A man with a thick, scarred cock took the spot at Elias's mouth. He shoved past the lips without ceremony, his heavy balls swinging forward to smack against Elias's chin. The sound was wet, meaty. He grunted and drove deeper, his shaft sliding down Elias's throat until his pelvis pressed against Elias's face. His balls, huge and tight, slapped Elias's chin again as he pulled back and thrust in.
"Look at that throat," someone said. "Taking it like a cunt."
Elias swallowed around him. His tongue worked the underside, tracing the thick vein that ran along the shaft. Saliva poured from the corners of his mouth, dripped down his neck, pooled in the hollow of his collarbone. The man grabbed his curls with both fists and fucked his face harder, his balls bouncing off Elias's chin with every stroke.
At Elias's hands, two new men shoved their cocks into his grip. One was short and thick, a mushroom head that Elias's fingers barely circled. The other was long and lean, curving slightly upward, the skin pulled tight. Elias stroked them together, his palms slick with precum. He twisted his wrists, pressed his thumbs against the underside of each shaft, worked the heads with his fingertips.
"Fuck, yeah. Faster."
Elias obeyed. He jacked them off with practiced strokes, his rings glinting in the torchlight as he moved. The short one moaned and grabbed Elias's wrist, grinding into his palm. The long one bucked his hips, fucking Elias's fist in short, desperate thrusts.
"Gonna come. Gonna fucking come all over your hands."
Elias worked him harder. The short one came first, his load splattering across Elias's knuckles, thick and hot. The long one followed a second later, seed spraying over Elias's fingers and dripping down his wrist.
At his breasts, two more men had stepped up. One grabbed the swollen mounds with both fists and mashed them together, squeezing until milk sprayed across the platform. The other shoved his cock between the slick channel and drove forward, burying himself in the hot, wet flesh. His balls swung forward and slapped against Elias's ribs with each thrust.
"Jesus Christ, these things." He pulled back, thrust again, his shaft sliding through the milk and sweat. "They keep growing. They keep fucking leaking."
He grabbed Elias's tits with both hands and started fucking the valley hard. His balls slapped against Elias's ribs, wet and rhythmic. The other man ducked his head and clamped his mouth around Elias's left nipple, sucking hard. Milk flooded his throat. He swallowed, groaned, sucked harder.
"She's making so much," he said, pulling off long enough to speak. "So much fucking milk."
He went back, slurping and drinking, his tongue rough against the dark areola. Elias felt his breasts swell even heavier. The pressure built, tingling, and milk streamed from both nipples in steady white jets, pooling in the hollow of his throat and dripping down his sides.
Elias's belly was enormous now. A vast, round sphere of flesh, stretched so tight the skin was shiny. His navel jutted from the center like a knob of swollen flesh, and when Marcus thrust forward, the whole mass shook. The crowd couldn't stop staring.
"Look at that belly."
"He's gonna drop any minute."
"Fuck, look at those tits."
Marcus kept pounding. His cock slid deep, pulled back slick, drove in again. His balls, enormous and heavy as melons, swung forward and slapped against Elias's thighs with a wet, meaty sound. A man knelt behind him, cupping the massive testicles, rolling them in his calloused palms.
"Fuck, these are heavier than before. Bigger."
Marcus groaned. His hips snapped forward, harder, and Elias felt the cock inside him swell.
"You gonna fill him up again?"
Marcus didn't answer. Just drove deeper, grinding his hips against Elias's ass. The man squeezed his balls harder, kneading them, and Marcus roared and came. A flood of hot seed poured into Elias's guts, and his belly swelled, stretching further, the skin pulling tight.
"Fuck, look at it grow."
"He's taking it all."
"Never stops."
The man at Elias's mouth pulled out, his cock glistening with spit. A new one replaced him instantly. Thicker, longer, a ridge running along the underside. The man grabbed Elias's jaw and shoved himself in, his heavy sac swinging forward to slap against Elias's chin. It was warm and wet with sweat, and it smelled of musk and cum. Elias swallowed around him, tongue working the ridge, and the man groaned and fucked his throat harder.
At his hands, two more men had taken over. These cocks were bigger, fatter, and Elias's fingers stretched wide around them. He stroked them together, his palms slick with their precum, his wrists glistening. One of the men grabbed his wrist and shoved his cock against Elias's palm, grinding.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come."
Elias worked him harder. The man came with a shout, seed splattering across Elias's knuckles, dripping down his fingers. The other man finished next, his load spraying across Elias's forearm.
At his breasts, the tit-fuck had switched. A new man lined his cock up with the milk-slicked channel and drove forward, burying himself to the hilt. He grabbed Elias's swollen tits and squeezed them together around his shaft, his balls swinging forward to slap against Elias's chin.
"These things are fucking amazing," he muttered. He pulled back, thrust again, the flesh squelching around his cock. "Feels like a fucking pussy."
He fucked the valley hard, his sac slapping against Elias's neck. The man who'd been sucking came back with a handful of milk, spreading it over his own cock before shoving between the tits alongside the first man. Two cocks now, side by side, sliding through the hot, wet flesh. Their balls slapped against Elias's skin in a wet, frantic rhythm.
"Fuck, yeah. Double. Double tit job."
"Look at those tits. They're swallowing us whole."
Elias's breasts had grown again. Heavier, fuller, the dark areolae stretched wide, the nipples thick and engorged. Milk leaked from both in steady streams, dripping down his sides, pooling beneath him on the platform. The crowd pressed closer, pointing, groaning.
"He's making so much milk."
"He's gonna flood the whole square."
The two men fucked his breasts together, their shafts sliding through the slick channel, the swollen flesh conforming around them. They came almost simultaneously, painting his chest with thick ropes of seed, and the milk mixed with it, dripping down his ribs.
Marcus hadn't stopped. His balls, heavier with every orgasm, swung forward and slapped against Elias's thighs. The man behind him kept kneading them, squeezing, rolling them in his palms.
"Fuck, they're bigger. Heavier. Gonna come again?"
Marcus roared and drove even deeper. His cock swelled inside Elias's ass, and another flood of hot seed poured in. Elias's belly stretched, rounder, tighter. His navel popped further outward, the skin around it shiny and strained.
The crowd was in a frenzy now. Men pressed close, stroking themselves frantically, aiming at Elias's face, his hair, his shoulders, his back. They came and came and came, dousing him in semen. His chest was coated with it, his face streaked, his hair plastered to his scalp. The milk and seed pooled beneath him, soaking the platform.
And still they kept coming. Marcus in his ass, pumping load after load into his swelling guts. Another in his mouth, his heavy sac slapping against Elias's chin. Two others at his hands, jacking off into his slick grip. Two more at his breasts, fucking the milk-swollen channel.
The man at his mouth was replaced again. A new one stepped up, gripping Elias's jaw with one hand and sliding his cock between the wet lips. He was thick, thicker than the last, and his balls hung low and heavy, swinging forward to slap against Elias's chin with every thrust. The sound was wet and solid.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"That's it," the man groaned. "Swallow it. Take it to the root."
Elias's throat worked around the shaft, the muscles flexing, pulling, milking. Saliva spilled over his lips and ran down his neck, mixing with the milk and cum already coating his chest. The man pushed deeper, his pelvis pressing against Elias's face, and held there. His balls, warm and tight, rested against Elias's chin.
At his hands, two new men had forced their cocks into his grip. One was enormous, veined and dark, the head swelling red and angry. The other was shorter but fat, the skin stretched so tight Elias could feel every ridge. He stroked them together, his palms slick with their precum, his fingers working the underside of each shaft.
"That's it. Work them. Work them together."
Elias obeyed. He twisted his wrists, pressed his thumbs into the swollen crowns, jacked them with practiced strokes. The fat one groaned and grabbed his wrist, shoving his cock harder against Elias's palm. The veined one bucked his hips, fucking Elias's fist.
"I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fucking come all over your hands."
Elias worked him faster. The veined one came first, his seed splattering hot across Elias's knuckles and dripping down his fingers. The fat one followed, his load thick and white, covering Elias's wrist. They pulled out, and two more stepped in immediately.
The men at his breasts had grown more frantic. Three of them now, pressing close. One had both hands wrapped around Elias's swollen tits, mashing them together so hard milk sprayed across the platform. The other two shoved their cocks into the slick channel side by side, their shafts sliding through the hot, wet flesh together, their balls swinging forward to slap against the bottom curve of Elias's breasts with every thrust.
"Mother of God," one of them breathed. "Look at these. They swallow us whole."
He grabbed the underside of Elias's left breast and lifted it, pressing his cock against the milk-damp skin. The flesh dimpled around the shaft, soft and heavy. He thrust, and the breast swayed, milk flicking from the nipple in a long white arc.
"You gonna drink that?" the other man asked. "You gonna drink her milk?"
The first man laughed and ducked his head, clamping his mouth around Elias's nipple. He sucked hard. Milk flooded his throat. He swallowed, gasped, sucked again, his cheeks hollowing with the effort.
"Fuck. Tastes like cream."
He pulled off and traded places with the second man, who took the nipple in his mouth and drank deep. The third man, the one holding Elias's tits, leaned in and took the other breast, sucking thick white streams straight from the dark areola.
Elias's body shivered. His breasts swelled another size, the pressure building, the nipples thick and hot. Milk poured from both in steady jets, even with the men drinking, spilling down his sides and pooling on the platform beneath him.
"He's making more," someone in the crowd shouted. "Look! He's making more!"
Marcus hadn't stopped. His cock slid deep, pulled back slick, drove in with a wet, meaty sound that echoed across the square. His balls, heavy as watermelons now, swung forward and slapped against Elias's thighs. A man knelt behind him, both hands wrapped around the massive testicles, squeezing and rolling them.
"Fuck, these are enormous. Bigger than my head."
Marcus groaned. His hips snapped forward, grinding deep. The man behind him squeezed harder, kneading the taut skin, feeling the seed churning inside.
"You gonna fill him again? You gonna drain those huge balls into his guts?"
Marcus didn't answer. He just fucked harder, faster, driving his cock in deep and pulling back until only the head remained. The crowd pressed closer, watching the stretch of Elias's ass, the way the massive shaft spread him open, the way his hole clung to the cock like a mouth.
"Look at that ass."
"He never loosens. He just keeps taking it."
"How many loads has he pumped in?"
"Lost count."
Marcus roared and came. A flood of hot seed poured into Elias's guts, so thick and fast that his belly visibly swelled. The skin stretched, turning shiny and tight. His navel popped further outward, a round knob of flesh jutting from the center of the massive sphere. The crowd gasped.
"Fuck, look at it grow."
"It's like he's got a built-in breeding tank."
Marcus kept thrusting through his orgasm, his balls pulsing as they emptied. When he softened, he didn't pull out. He just kept rocking, his cock still buried deep, already thickening again for the next load.
The man at Elias's mouth pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with spit. A new one stepped up, younger, eager, his balls hanging low and heavy. He shoved past Elias's lips without ceremony, burying himself to the root. His sac slapped against Elias's chin, wet and solid, then again as he pulled back and drove in.
"Fuck, yeah. Take it. Take it all."
Elias swallowed around him. His tongue worked the underside of the shaft, tracing the thick vein that pulsed against his lips. The man grabbed his curls with both fists and fucked his face hard, his balls bouncing off Elias's chin with every stroke.
At his hands, the two cocks were replaced again. These were thicker, longer. Elias's fingers stretched wide around them, stroking, twisting, jacking. One man shoved his cock against Elias's palm and ground, his hips jerking. The other bucked into Elias's fist in short, desperate thrusts.
"You gonna come already?"
"Yeah, fuck, it's the hands. Look at those fingers. He knows exactly what he's doing."
The first man came with a shout, seed splattering across Elias's knuckles. The second followed, his load spraying over Elias's wrist and forearm. They pulled out, and two more stepped in.
At his breasts, the two men were still fucking the channel, their cocks sliding side by side through the milk-swollen flesh. The third had a mouth clamped over each nipple in turn, drinking greedily. Elias's tits were so swollen now they hung past his ribs, heavy and full, the dark areolae stretched wide, the nipples thick as thumbs.
"Get off. My turn."
The man who'd been drinking pulled back, wiping his mouth. The one holding Elias's tits let go, and a new man stepped up, grabbing the swollen mounds with both hands. He squeezed them together around the two embedded cocks, pressing the flesh so tight the men groaned.
"Fuck, that's tight."
Squeeze again. Milk sprayed from the nipples in long white arcs, splattering across the platform, across the crowd. The men laughed and cheered.
"Look at that."
"He's got milk to spare."
The two men fucked the channel harder, their balls slapping against the underside of Elias's breasts. They came almost together, their seed painting his chest in thick ropes that mixed with the streaming milk. They pulled out, and two more stepped in immediately, grabbing the swollen flesh, shoving their cocks between the slick, soft mounds.
Behind him, Marcus hadn't pulled out. His cock was still buried deep, still thickening, still driving. His balls had grown again, heavy and low, swinging forward to slap against Elias's thighs. The man behind him was still holding them, both hands wrapped around the massive sac.
"Fuck. They're the size of my head now. Maybe bigger."
Marcus groaned and drove deeper. The man squeezed his balls, hard, and Marcus roared and came again. Another flood of seed poured into Elias's guts. His belly swelled, the skin stretching, the navel popping further. The sphere was so big now it pressed against his knees, and when Marcus thrust forward, the whole mass shook.
The crowd pressed closer. Men stroked themselves frantically, aiming at his face, his hair, his swollen tits, his enormous belly. They came and came and came, dousing him in semen. His chest was coated with it, his face streaked, his breasts glistening with a thick layer cum that mixed with the milk streaming from his nipples.
The man at his mouth came with a grunt, flooding his throat faster than he could swallow. Seed spilled past his lips and dripped down his chin, joining the mess already coating his chest. He pulled out, and another took his place, shoving his cock between Elias's lips and driving deep, his balls swinging forward to slap against Elias's chin.
At his hands, two more men were using him, their cocks sliding through his slick grips. At his breasts, two more had taken over, fucking the milk-swollen channel with hard, rhythmic thrusts, their balls slapping against his ribs. The rest of the crowd gathered close, jacking off, aiming at his face and belly.
Elias's breasts had grown so heavy they pressed against his ribs. Milk streamed from both nipples in steady white torrents, drenching his chest and pooling beneath him. His belly, swollen tight as a drum, shook with every thrust Marcus made. His navel jutted from the center like a cock, and the men in the crowd pointed and laughed.
"Look at that thing."
"Like a pregnant cow."
"He's gonna drop any minute."
"He'll never drop. He just keeps taking it."
Marcus's balls, swollen and massive, swung forward again, slapping against Elias's thighs. The man behind him squeezed them, rolled them, kneaded them.
"You gonna come again?"
"Fuck yes."
The man laughed and squeezed harder, and Marcus roared and came, another flood pouring into Elias's guts. His belly swelled, rounder and tighter, and his breasts swelled with it, the pressure building, milk spraying from his nipples in long, bitter arcs.
The men at his hands came again, covering his fingers. The men at his breasts came again, painting his chest. The man at his mouth came, flooding his throat. And still, they kept coming, kept taking turns, kept using him, kept filling him.
The crowd parted on one side, and a second man climbed onto the platform behind Elias. He was huge, wider than Marcus, with a cock thick as a forearm and balls that swung between his legs like two heavy fists.
"He's gonna take both," someone said. "Both at once."
"He can take it. Look at him."
The man spat into his palm, slicked his shaft, and pressed the head against Elias's already-stretched hole, right against the base of Marcus's buried cock. Elias's body opened for him. The tissue gave, stretched, adapted, and the second cock slid in alongside the first, the two massive shafts grinding against each other through the thin wall of flesh.
Elias shuddered. Pleasure rolled through him in waves, his whole body ringing with it.
"Fuck, he's tightening around us," the new man groaned. "Both of us. I can feel every vein on this other guy's dick."
Marcus grinned over Elias's shoulder. "Then fuck him. Stop talking."
They found a rhythm. Marcus pulled back as the other man drove in, then they swapped, one sinking deep while the other retreated, two huge cocks churning inside Elias's guts in opposite strokes. The friction was obscene, wet and filthy, and every thrust shook the enormous sphere of Elias's belly so hard it swung beneath him like a pendulum.
"Look at that belly move."
"Two in there. Fucking two."
Elias's hole was stretched around the combined girth of both shafts, the rim pulled thin and shiny, clinging to them on every backstroke. His navel jutted out, swollen and taut, and a strand of someone's cum dripped down the curve of it, following the shiny skin to where it met the platform.
The man with the wide hips grunted and slammed in deep. His balls, heavy and full, swung up and slapped against the underside of Elias's sack, against Marcus's swinging nuts, three sets of enormous balls colliding in a wet, meaty tangle.
"Fuck. Fuck, I'm in his guts."
"Deeper. Both of you. Split him open."
The two cocks in his ass worked faster. Marcus roared, hips snapping, and the other man matched him, driving in so hard the impact rippled up through Elias's body, making his heavy breasts swing and spray milk in flicking arcs across the velvet.
A fresh cock pushed between Elias's lips. Thick, uncut, the foreskin peeled back to show a fat glistening head. Elias took him to the root on the first thrust, and a second man crowded in beside him, kneeling, angling his own shaft toward the same stretched mouth.
"Move over. There's room."
"There's not room."
"Watch."
The first man pulled back until only his head sat on Elias's tongue. The second shoved in beside it, both heads pressing past Elias's lips, stretching his jaw until it ached with fullness, until his cheeks bulged around the double load of flesh. Both men groaned at the same time, their shafts sliding against each other inside the hot, sucking channel of his throat.
"Christ, he's taking two. Two down his throat."
"His mouth is better than any cunt I've ever had."
They fucked him in tandem, alternating thrusts, one sinking down his throat while the other withdrew to the lips. Their balls, both swollen and heavy, swung forward and smacked against Elias's chin and jaw, sometimes colliding with each other, the impacts wet and solid. Saliva poured from the stretched corners of his mouth, running in ropes down his chin, dripping from his jaw onto the cum-soaked platform.
Elias's tongue worked between them, sliding along both undersides, lapping at the veins, teasing the leaking slits whenever both heads pushed forward together. His throat muscles flexed around them, milking, pulling, and the men swore at the sensation.
"He's swallowing around us. He's fucking milking us."
At his hands, two men had wedged their cocks into his grip, one on each side. The left one was long and thick, dark-veined, the head flared wide and slick. The right was shorter but impossibly fat, the shaft ridged and pulsing. Elias stroked them in counterpoint, one hand pumping while the other squeezed, twisting his wrists, dragging his thumbs across their crowns, smearing their precum down the lengths.
"That's it. Jerk them. Both of them."
"I'm gonna blow all over his fingers."
"Do it. Paint his fucking hands."
They came within seconds of each other, two loads splattering across his knuckles and palms, hot and thick, running down his wrists and dripping from his elbows. Before the last drops had fallen, two new cocks replaced them, and Elias's slick hands closed around the fresh flesh and started stroking again without hesitation.
At his breasts, the men had organized. Two of them knelt at his chest, their cocks pressed together in the deep valley between his swollen tits, fucking the channel in hard synchronized strokes. Elias's breasts had grown so heavy they stood up on their own now, engorged and firm, pressing against the shafts, the dark areolae stretched wide as saucers, the nipples thick and dark and streaming.
"Look how hard they are. They're like balls of flesh."
"Squeeze tighter. Milk us with them."
The men grabbed the massive mounds and squeezed them around their cocks, the flesh dimpling under their fingers, milk squirting out between their knuckles in white jets. The channel between the breasts was a swamp of milk, sweat, and seed, squelching around their shafts with every thrust.
"Fuck, I can feel the milk rising through the tissue. It's hot."
"She's producing so much it's warm in there."
One of the men ducked his head without losing his stroke, lips sealing over the left nipple, and drank. The milk came fast, thick and sweet, flooding his mouth faster than he could gulp. He pulled off gasping, a white strand dripping from his chin, and the other man took his place, sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing.
"Share," someone said from the crowd. "There's plenty."
Both men drank, one on each nipple, while their cocks kept sliding through the squeezed channel, and Elias's breasts answered the attention by swelling further, growing heavier and fuller against their faces, the pressure in the tissue rising, the milk flowing harder in response to every pull.
"More," one of them mumbled against the nipple, mouth full. "She's making more while I drink. She's fucking refilling."
The rest of the crowd had closed into a tight ring, a wall of stroking men, dozens of hands pumping dozens of enormous cocks, all aimed inward at Elias. They came in volleys, one after another after another, hot ropes of seed arcing through the torchlight and splattering across his face, his hair, his shoulders, the taut dome of his belly. Some aimed low and hosed down the underside of his swollen tits. Some aimed at his cheeks and watched it slide down over the cocks fucking his mouth.
"Cover him. Every inch."
"He's already covered. Look at him."
"Then cover him again."
The cum landed and pooled and dripped. His belly, so tight and shiny, glistened with the loads that ran down its curve, the navel a slick point at the apex. His back was streaked white. His curls were plastered flat. The milk and seed mixed on his chest in a thick, swirling cream that the tit-fucking men used as lubricant, the squelching growing louder and filthier with every stroke.
The two men in his ass picked up speed. Marcus grabbed Elias's hips with both hands and hauled him back onto both cocks, timing his thrusts against the other man's so that Elias was never empty, one cock or the other always buried to the root, the two shafts grinding together inside him.
"I can feel his body changing around us," the wide-hipped man panted. "It's molding to us. Like he was made to fit us both."
"He was. Look at him."
"He's built for it."
"Fill him. Both of us. Flood him."
Marcus came first. His cock swelled, pulsing against the other shaft, and a torrent of seed poured into Elias's guts. The wide-hipped man groaned as the hot flood washed over his own buried cock, and the sensation dragged him over the edge. He slammed in deep and erupted alongside Marcus, both loads pouring into the same channel at the same time, competing for space.
Elias's belly swelled. It was visible, immediate, the round sphere pushing outward as the twin floods filled him, the skin stretching tighter, shinier, the navel jutting further from its center. The pressure made his body tremble, and the tremor ran up his spine and out through his nipples in a spray of milk that splashed both drinking men in the face.
"Fuck! He's squirting!"
"Drink it. Drink it down."
They lapped it from his nipples, from his skin, from the pooled mess on the platform, swallowing mouthfuls while their seed churned inside him. His belly was enormous now, bigger than before, the weight of it dragging him downward between his knees, resting against the velvet, shaking with every thrust.
"Look at the size of him."
"There's a person in there."
"There's a gallon in there, more like."
"Keep going. Fill him more."
The two men in his mouth picked that moment to finish. They pulled back together until both heads rested on his tongue, and came at the same time, two thick streams flooding his mouth, tangling, pouring over his tongue and down his throat faster than he could swallow. The overflow spilled past his stretched lips, running down both their shafts, splattering onto the platform. They groaned in unison, hips jerking, emptying themselves into him.
"Swallow it. Every drop."
Elias's throat worked, gulping around the twin loads, and he drank it all, the overflow and the rest, his cheeks bulging and deflating with each swallow.
They pulled out, and two more men were already there, cocks out, heads dripping. One of them grabbed Elias's jaw, dragged his thumb through the cum smeared across Elias's chin, and pushed the coated thumb into his mouth.
"Taste yourself first. Then take me."
Elias sucked the thumb clean, and the man shoved his cock in after it, driving deep, his heavy sac swinging up to smack Elias's chin. The second cock crowded in beside it, and Elias was stretched wide again, two fat shafts filling his mouth, both men gripping his curls and setting a punishing rhythm.
"Fuck, that's hot. He just cleaned my thumb and now he's got my whole dick."
"His throat doesn't care. It takes whatever's pushed into it."
"He's drooling around us. Look at that mess."
At his hands, the rhythm never broke. Cocks filled his palms, came in streaks across his fingers, and were replaced by harder, thicker ones before the mess could even cool. He stroked them all the same, twisting, squeezing, dragging his slick thumbs over their crowns, and every man who finished was groaning about how it felt like his grip was custom-made.
"How does he do that? Every cock, he adjusts in like ten seconds."
"Adapts. Look at his fingers. They stretch to fit."
"Freak of nature."
"Best kind of freak."
The two men at his breasts had been replaced by two more, and these didn't bother with the channel at first. They knelt, one on each side, and pressed their shafts against the outer curves of his swollen tits, humping against the heavy flesh, their hips slapping wetly against the sides, their balls bouncing off his ribs. Milk leaked around their cocks where they pressed into the soft tissue, and they ground harder, fucking the sides of his breasts until the friction and the wet heat dragged their loads out, painting the swollen curves in white that immediately ran down over his nipples.
"Look at that. Cum running right over his nipple."
"Mix it in. Push it into the skin."
The man squeezed the load into the dark areola with his thumb, smearing it, circling the thick nipple, and Elias's breast responded, tingling, a fresh jet of milk leaping up and washing the cum right back off.
"It rejects the cum. It wants to give milk instead."
"Greedy tits."
"Greedy everything. Look at him. Mouth full, hands full, ass full of two dicks."
"Four loads in his mouth alone. Seven in his ass since the second guy climbed on."
The twin shafts in Elias's ass had never stopped. Marcus and the wide-hipped man had thickened again, both half-hard turning fully rigid, both ready for more, and the man behind Marcus knelt between them now, reaching around, a calloused hand wrapped around each of their swinging balls.
"Both of you," the man said. "I can barely get my fingers around either sack. Marcus, yours are the size of honeydews now. This one's aren't far behind."
"Then milk us," Marcus said. "Squeeze."
The man squeezed. Both men groaned, both cocks swelled inside Elias, and both came together, a doubled torrent of seed flooding the channel, so much that it had nowhere to go. It backed up, pressure building, and Elias's belly swelled again in a slow, visible tide, the sphere expanding inch by inch, the skin drawn so tight the torchlight reflected off it.
"Look. Look at it growing."
"God, he's huge. He's bigger than before. Every time."
"His skin's so tight I can see the seed moving under it."
Elias's body drank it in. The fullness registered in him as nothing but heat and pressure and pleasure, a deep churning bliss that rolled through him and out through every nerve. His breasts surged in answer, swelling another visible size, the dark areolae creeping wider, and milk sprayed from both nipples in hard jets that reached the men drinking from him without them even leaning in.
"He's lactating harder. The pressure's pushing it out."
"Open your mouth. Let him hose you."
One man knelt with his mouth open two feet from Elias's chest, and the white stream arced into it, splashing his face and filling his mouth. He gulped it down, laughing, milk running from the corners of his lips.
"It's delicious. It just keeps coming."
The crowd's stroking hands sped up. Another volley of cum rained down, dozens of loads, splattering across Elias's face, his back, the vast curve of his belly, his streaming tits. A rope landed across his forehead and dripped slowly into his eye. Another slapped against his cheek and hung there, stretching, before it fell and joined the pool beneath him.
The two new men in his mouth built toward their finish, their thrusts turning erratic, their balls drawing up tight against their bodies. The first came with a shout, his load pouring down Elias's throat, and the second shoved in deep at the same moment, his seed joining it, both men grinding their pelvises against Elias's face as they emptied.
"Take it. Take both. Fucking take it."
Elias took it. His throat convulsed around them, milking every drop, and when they finally pulled out, two more heads were already pressing at his lips, and he opened for them, jaw stretching wide around the fresh girth.
At his hands, two new men gripped his wrists and fucked his palms. At his breasts, the two current men slid their cocks back into the milky valley and resumed their rhythm, balls swinging, flesh squelching. The crowd tightened its ring, dozens of cocks aimed inward, stroking, waiting, coming.
Behind him, Marcus and the wide-hipped man found their pace again, two enormous cocks pistoning in and out of the stretched, seed-flooded channel, grinding against each other, their combined balls slapping Elias's thighs and sack in a heavy, filthy percussion.
"He's still smiling," the wide-hipped man said, staring down at Elias's face, at the stretched lips and rolling eyes. "Look at his face. He's in heaven."
"Course he is. He was made for this."
"Then let's give him everything. Every load we've got."
"Line up. Everyone. He's not stopping, so neither do we."
Marcus grabbed Elias's hips and drove in deep, the other man matching him, both shafts swelling, and Elias's belly pulled tight against the platform, heavy and round and full of life, his breasts surging, milk streaming, his mouth and hands full, the crowd's seed raining down, and the two cocks inside him began to pulse.