Ravished by The Machine 17.2 with Scorn Large by BD and Drake Large by me

In the dimly lit dungeon, Drake Large stood naked, his imposing, muscular physique a stark contrast to the cold, metal chains that bound his wrists above his head. His breath quickened as the heavy, steel door screeched open, revealing the menacing figure of Scorn Large. Scorn’s towering silhouette loomed in the doorway, his powerful frame sheathed in black latex that accentuated every ripple and bulge. His eyes, dark and hungry, zeroed in on Drake’s exposed body.

“Another pathetic worm, ripe for the Ravishing…” Scorn purred, his deep, baritone voice sending shivers down Drake’s spine. He approached the bound man, his heavy boots clanking against the stone floor. Scorn’s gloved hand reached out, trailing a rough fingertip along Drake’s jawline before gripping his chin tightly.

“I am not here to ravish him, but those in need of ravishing,” Drake countered, his voice steady despite the fear that gripped his heart. Scorn’s laughter echoed through the chamber, a wicked, thigh-quivering sound that made Drake’s cock twitch involuntarily.

With a flick of his hand, Scorn revealed his weapon of choice – a monstrous, alien dildo, larger than either man’s forearm. The massive sex toy pulsed with an eerie lavender glow, its ridges and bumps promising unspeakable pleasure… and pain. Drake’s eyes widened as he beheld the device, a mix of fear and forbidden lust coursing through his veins.

Scorn stepped closer to Drake, his breath hot against the captive’s ear. “Let’s find out just how much of a ‘ravishing’ you can handle, shall we?”

He released Drake’s chin and grasped the base of the alien dildo, rubbing its bulbous end along the crease of Drake’s muscular ass. The man let out a shuddering moan, his rear hole clenching instinctively. Scorn chuckled darkly, his own massive cock throbbing beneath the tight confines of his latex pants.

“No, please… not the monster dildo,” Drake whimpered, but his words were feeble, his resolve crumbling under the weight of Scorn’s dominance. Without warning, Scorn rammed the titanic toy into Drake’s tight, virgin hole, stretching him to his limits. The bound man screamed, his back arching as pain and pleasure warred within him.

Scorn began to pump the dildo in and out, each thrust deeper than the last. Drake’s hole gaped obscenely around the massive toy, his muscles clamping down uselessly against the relentless penetration. Drool began to leak from the corner of his mouth as he panted and groaned, his brain short-circuiting from the overwhelming sensations.

“You’re taking it so well,” Scorn taunted, his own hips starting to thrust in time with the movements of the dildo. Drake could feel the bulge of Scorn’s cock grinding against his own, the latex between them offering a delicious friction. “Maybe I should give you a real treat…”

With a sharp tug, Scorn yanked down his latex pants, freeing his enormous, girthy cocktail. It sprang forth, slapping against his abdomen with a wet sound. Drake’s eyes widened at the sight, both terrified and elated at the prospect of being absolutely ravished.

“I… I don’t know if I can take it,” Drake admitted, his voice a shaky whisper. Scorn smirked, his eyes gleaming with dark promise.

“We’ll see about that,” he replied huskily, his hips surging forward to sheath his massive dick alongside the dildo in Drake’s stretched-out hole. The pain was blinding, the pleasure all-consuming. Drake felt like he was being split in two, his body

Scorn Large’s hips bucked wildly as he hammered into Drake, the pair’s sweat-slicked flesh slapping together obscenely. The alien dildo continued to throb and pulse inside the wrecked hole, pushing Drake towards the edge of ecstasy. He could feel his own massive cock bouncing against his abdomen, untouched but stone-hard.

Suddenly, Scorn’s movements grew erratic, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Fuck, I’m close,” he growled, his fingers digging into Drake’s hips hard enough to bruise. Drake could only whimper in response, his mind hazy with lust.

With a roar of release, Scorn tensed and began to pump his load deep into Drake’s ravaged hole. Drake cried out, his own orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. His cock pulsed and spat, ropes of cum painting his abdomen and chest with thick streaks of white.

Scorn slid his spent cock out of Drake’s quivering hole with a loud, wet squelch. Instantly, Drake’s wrecked rim gaped obscenely, gaping open to reveal a creamy mixture of cum and lube. He panted and shook, his body wracked with aftershocks of pleasure.

“I bets this little fuck hole can take even more than that,” Scorn crowed, sucking his massive dick, hard again already, ignoring ol Drake’s pleas of having enough.

Drake’s eyes rolled back as Scorn pushed his enormous dong back into Drake’s gaping, pliant asshole. His ass would never be the same…