Toji sat in the dim glow of his computer screen, his body a sticky, heaving mess of cooling milk, piss, shit and cum that clung to his skin like a second layer of shame-fueled ecstasy. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, the weight of his decisions pressing down on him like the swollen tits that throbbed with residual milk, nipples still raw and puckered from the bottles he'd just torn off. But even as doubt gnawed at the edges of his mind—the ghost of his old life as a killer flickering like a bad dream—he couldn't deny the siren call of his cravings, the way his hypersensitive pussy pulsed with unmet need, slick trickling down to pool on the chair beneath him. With a grunt, he pushed himself up, the tube in his ass shifting uncomfortably as he stood, reminding him of the commitment he'd made. Victor Lang, the sleazy arms dealer who'd won his virginity auction, was waiting, and Toji knew he couldn't back out now. Not when the thrill of debasement had him harder, wetter than ever.

Lifting the chair, Toji took it into the shower with him, hosing both himself and the object throroughly. Cheeks flushing, he shoved the nozzle between his fat asscheeks, facing the spray up to flush the tube, flooding his gaping hole with water. Knowing the pipe was self-cleaning was comforting, but he couldn’t just leave it after taking a dump. Toji scrubbed the seat with soap with harsh movements, but treated himself more tenderly, knowing rough handling would make him come undone. His light touch was more soothing compared to the forceful gropes he’d recently grown accustomed too, but his perpetually twitching pussy still dripped with interest. Toji hoped once Victor finally stuffed him with the cock his pussy wept for, for over 20 years, that he’d finally be able to walk around or sit down without shifting and squeezing his thighs together every goddamn minute.

After the shower, Toji wiped himself down haphazardly with a towel, the rough fabric scraping over his waxed skin and making his cunt clench with fresh sparks of pleasure. He resolutely ignored the sensation as he’d done all his life, eager to rest. He was completely spent. Before heading to bed, he shoved the windows open to clear the putrid scent from his small apartment. He didn’t bother cleaning the place up because come tomorrow he’d be out of this dilapidated rental and in Victor Lang’s bed. And, after that he’d take up residence in the Milk Maid. He wasn’t concerned about what awaited him there, anything was better than this dump. Heading to bed, Toji crashed hard, dreaming flickers of familiar faces and of unfamiliar touches.

After sleeping like a log, Toji woke at 6am like clockwork, groaning tiredly at his less than ideal 3 hours of sleep. He was unable to sink back into slumber because his aching breasts had swollen with milk. Opening his tacky mouth wide, Toji gingerly tugged out the stoppers and sucked in the spurts of milk, shoving both nipples in his mouth and sucking hard to empty the pouches quickly. Once the ache had subsided to a dull throb, he sighed in relief and inserted the rods back in place with familiar ease before slumping back to sleep. A few hours later, a better rested Toji dragged himself out of bed to wash up and ready himself for a day of servitude and fucking, where one of his longtime enemies would achieve the greatest victory over him and earn his most coveted prize: his virginity.

Toji rummaged through his closet for the skimpy maid outfit that had been delivered yesterday—a frilly black number that screamed subservience, complete with a short skirt that barely covered his ass and a top that would cradle his massive tits like an offering. Slipping into the outfit felt like stepping into a new skin, the fabric's silky lace brushing against his hyper-sensitive body in ways that sent shivers racing up his spine. The top half was essentially a halter that looped around his neck, the low-cut bodice pushing his swollen pecs together into a deep cleavage, the material stretched taut over his nipples, which poked through the thin layer like insistent beacons. The skirt half of the dress flared around his wide hips, the pleated hem riding high to expose the bottom curves of his bubble-butt and the faint outline of the tube lodged in his ass, every movement making the garment swish and rub against his thighs, heightening the constant throb in his pussy. A frilly white apron was tried at the front, so short it didn’t even reach the bottom of the dress. And of course, no underwear—this was the rule he'd set for himself, the air kissing his bare folds and making them weep with anticipation as he purposefully left his keys and headed to the front door to answer the sharp knock that rattled the weathered frame. He pulled on a trench coat to cover his outfit, but it only reached mid-thigh, exposing his stockings and high-heeled Mary-Janes, which was a scandalous sight when paired with the ruffled bonnet fixed to his head with an Alice-band.

Toji opened the door and was greeted by the vaguely familiar face of one of Victor’s lackeys, who seemed to have been promoted to chauffeur. Toji watched as the shorter male ran his eyes up and down his body with disbelief, clearly having had doubts that Toji, the untouchable top class assassin, had turned a new leaf, and become a high value prostitute. “The boss is gonna have a good time finally putting you in your place, bitch.” The man who had once cowered in his presence seemed embolden by his submissive appearance, and while Toji could remind him of the clear difference in their abilities, he didn’t bother. After all, Victor might be feeling generous and decide to let the sleazebag drive something that wasn’t his car, and then what would any of his posturing amount to? So he used his newfound skills to seduce the man instead.

“Yeah, I’m the boss’ bitch all weekend; but on our way back I wouldn’t mind letting you take a quick stop for some refreshments. And maybe we can see about organizing a discounted rate for more… intimate services.” Toji stepped outside with a wink, stopping just ahead of the gaping lackey and popping his hip, raising an expectant brow over his shoulder. Taking the hint, the driver landed a harsh spank to Toji’s bouched ass, smirking at Toji’s languid moan, before clamping onto the thick glutes with a covetous grip and leading him to the car. Toji’s ass was spanked again as he got inside the vehicle, and he laid back in the seat, torturously teasing the grunt with the sight of his tits bouncing from each tiny bump and spreading his thighs wide to expose the river of slick now staining the leather seats. Arousal built like a storm inside him, his cunt growing slipperier with every jostle, the maid outfit's frills whispering against his flesh as if mocking his desperation. By the time they reached their destination, his mind was a haze of filthy fantasies—Victor’s rough hands on him, the pain of being stretched for the first time—and he had to bite his lip to stifle a moan when the vibrations of the car made the tube in his ass shift, pressing against his inner walls in a way that left him trembling, his juices having completely saturated his thick thighs.

The lone penthouse elevator ride was a final stretch of agony, the mirrored walls reflecting Toji's transformed body back at him since he’d stripped off his coat—the maid outfit hugging his exaggerated curves, his scar-tugged smirk doing little to hide the flush of need on his face. His heart pounded as the doors slid open to Victor's opulent lair, the air thick with the scent of cigar smoke and polished leather, a stark contrast to the grime of his own world. Victor was there waiting, the 55-year-old greasy arms dealer lounging like a fat pig on a massive leather couch, a king on his throne, balding head gleaming under the dim lights and wrinkled face twisted into a sleazy grin as his eyes roved over Toji's revealing form. "Look at you, you pathetic fucking whore," Victor snarled, his voice a gravelly rasp laced with sadistic delight, pushing himself up with a grunt that made his excessive body hair bristle under his silk robe. Flushing from being ogled like a piece of meat, Toji’s cunt twitched with interest in response to the familiar voice using such an unfamiliar tone, heart fluttering at the other’s clear bedroom attire, a stark reminder that soon, he’d no longer be a 35 year old virgin. The pussy that he’d hid from the world and refused to touch from shame, would finally get the stuffing he’d secretly coveted for as long as he could remember. His smirk wobbled slightly when his legs subtly spread as Victor beckoned him, causing a perverse grin to stretch on the criminal’s face. "Dressed like a cheap slut, ready to spread those legs for the highest bidder. Thought you were some tough killer once? Now you're just a needy cunt begging to be broken."

Toji's breath hitched at the verbal assault, his body betraying him as his pussy clenched, a fresh wave of slick coating his folds. He dropped to his knees instinctively, the maid skirt riding up to expose his ass fully, and crawled forward on all fours, the frills brushing the floor as he murmured, "Yes, sir... I'm yours to use," his voice husky with a mix of submission and raw hunger. Gaze fixated on the bulge tenting Victor’s robe, Toji swallowed thickly, fighting the urge to shove his face in the man’s crotch until he received explicit permission. As if reading his mind, Victor's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Toji's short black hair and yanking him into his crotch, humping the younger man’s pretty face with his pungent bulge, leaving it damp with precum. Victor abruptly released Toji’s hair and slumped back into the couch with a huff, already sweating from extersion. Toji swore inaudibly with a soft moan as Victor reflexively manspread, bringing the man’s massive package in his cock-hungry line of sight. “A maid or a whore should know how to serve, and you’re both, so climb onto Daddy’s lap like a good girl.” The slimy words were punctuated by fat fingers patting a hairy thigh and the greedy swipe of a fat tongue, drawing a shudder from Toji at the thought of that speckled tongue on his aching tits.

“Yes, Daddy.” Toji grunted as he bent down to kiss Victor’s hairy toes, licking and kissing up the hairy legs with enthusiasm, unfathomably excited to be fucked open and eager to show his gratitude to the first man who would grant him such pleasure. Laving opened mouth kisses up Victor’s inner thighs made Toji heady with the aromatic musk exuding from the heated, gaudy gold thong. Mouth all but drooling for the cock that would finally split him open, Toji had to dig his blunt nails into the couch to stop himself from slurping the thick mass right into his gullet. He was told to sit on Daddy’s lap, and that’s what he was going to do. Heaving himself up, Toji straddled the wide lap and pressed flush against Victor, burying the man’s head between his generous tits. The constant brush of hair against his hypersensitive flesh was maddening, and Toji couldn’t resist wriggling his plush, curvy body against the soft mass of Victor’s own, moaning his pleasure like the desperate whore he is. “Master, I’d do anything to be your personal maid.” He bounced his core lightly over the tented underwear, hands rubbing indulgently over his buyer’s head and shoulders. “Inspect every inch of me, I swear, I’ll work your cock hard— I- I mean, work hard. I’d work so hard for you.” Expecting the harsh slap that landed on his bulging butt and the aching jostle of the tube inside it, Toji moaned unabashedly loud. “I’m so sorry, Master, I’m such a naughty maid!”

“I’ll spank the naughty right out of you until you’re Daddy’s good girl!” Victor snarled, slapping the plump ass brutally, taking out years of aggression as he suctioned Toji’s knockers so hard the rods shot painfully out of his nipples with a gush of milk. Toji keened in response, begging to be spanked into Daddy’s good girl as he humped Victor aggressively, chasing the friction he’d always denied his body. The sweaty hands that squeezed his curvy body gluttonously felt incredible, the sensation of being groped under and over his dress bringing a level of submissive pleasure Toji never thought he’d ever experience before yesterday. There was just something about being manhandled by a pervert hot out of their mind for him, touching him like they owned him, that made him floaty with ecstasy. Toji wanted to be groped, in public or in private, he wanted sweaty, thick fingers to grab his ass, his breasts, any part of him, with illicit intentions, and then he wanted to be fucked. He needed to be fucked so bad it was making him lose his goddamn mind.

Toji yelped when he was suddenly shoved to the floor, legs going over his head and knees colliding with the floor painfully as he lay sprawled, bent in half on the floor. Slumping to the side, dazed, Toji stared up at Victor with lust blown irises. "Strip, you worthless bitch," Victor commanded, his other hand shoving the robe open fully and yanking down his thong to reveal that thick, veined cock, already hard and throbbing with anticipation, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Toji obeyed, stumbling up as his fingers fumbled with the halter top until it fell away, his massive tits spilling free with a jiggle, milk still leaking from his pierced nipples in thin streams. Victor's eyes lit on them like a predator, and he slapped one hard, the impact sending shockwaves through Toji's body, making his cunt spasm and his ass clench around the tube. "Look at these fat udders—fucking disgusting," Victor spat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, squeezing until milk sprayed out, splattering his hand.

Toji gasped, the pain blending into a euphoric rush that made his pussy throb harder, his juices dripping onto the floor as he whimpered and tugged his dress down the rest of his body, "Please, master... more—squeeze my udders-!"

Victor yanked him onto the couch, face down, ass up to bare his stretched hole and glistening cunt. With a rough laugh, Victor yanked the tube out in one brutal pull, the sudden emptiness making Toji cry out as his ass clenched and spasmed, the ring fluttering open before shutting tight. "Time to fill that greedy hole properly," Victor growled, lining his cock up against Toji's virgin pussy, the head pressing against the tight, slick entrance.

Toji’s breath caught in his chest, heart pounding with anticipation, pussy aching with the tangible promise of being filled. “God, yes please! Please fuck me, Master!” It had taken everything in him not to shove the man down and sit on Victor’s fat cock the moment he saw it. He ached to feel those coarse pubes brush against his stretched folds and sensitive taint. He looked a picture of debauchery, the perfect slutty maid, body wrapped in nothing but mid-thigh stockings, ruffled garters, heels, ribbon-choker and his bonnet, all jostling as his gelatinous body rippled continuously from the crude handling.

The penetration was savage, Victor thrusting in with no mercy, his thick cock stretching Toji's cunt wide in one forceful stroke, the head slamming deep into his untouched walls, and tearing through his hymen, hitting spots that made stars explode behind his eyes. "Fuck, you're tight as a vice, you slut," Victor grunted, his hips pounding forward with a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, the friction of his veined shaft rubbing against Toji's hypersensitive inner walls sending electric jolts of pleasure-pain through his body. Toji screamed, his tits mashed against the leather couch, milk leaking in puddles as Victor's balls slapped wetly against his clit with every brutal pump, the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoing in the room. It was so much more intense than he’d ever dared to fantasize; his walls were itchy and hot, twitching violently until the soothing burn of Victor’s cock scraped across them with each thrust. What was almost equally as euphoric was the maddening way Victor’s pelvis played wack-a-mole with his vulva, causing shots of pleasure and a tingly throb to hum through the sensitive mound. "Take it, you filthy whore—feel that cock ruining your pussy," Victor taunted, his hands gripping Toji's wide hips, pulling him back onto his dick with savage force, the angle hitting his G-spot dead on, making his cunt clench and squirt around the intrusion. Toji's body arched, his ass cheeks jiggling with the impact, the stretching sensation overwhelming him, a mix of burning fullness and intoxicating bliss that had him moaning like a bitch in heat, "Oh fuck, it hurts so good—pound my cunt, Daddy!" Each slam on his secret button made Toji’s vagina feel like a toy that he never wanted to leave lonely again. Toji’s lust addled mind now had him convinced that he’d been stupid not to want sex before, to not want to have been fucked before. Toji’s pussy wasn’t the toy, he is the toy, and he never wanted to stop being played with.

“How’s it feel to be nothing but a cock-sleeve, cumdump whore, Toji?” The snarled words were punctuated by harsh slams of Victor’s pelvis against his aching folds as Victor's pace quickened, his cock throbbing inside Toji's gripping inner-muscles, the room filled with the wet squelches of his pussy being fucked raw, each thrust stretching him further, the head of Victor's dick hitting his cervix with punishing force.

Toji's mind fractured under the assault, the degradation of being brutally taken from behind fueling his addiction, his body trembling as orgasms ripped through him, his cunt spasming wildly around the invading shaft, slick gushing out in waves. "More, Master—please, don't stop— I am a cock-sleeve! Please— shoot your load down by cum-dumpster! I need it—! Fuck me like the worthless slut I am!” he begged, voice raw and desperate, the words spilling out between gasps as Victor's cock pulsed, ready to explode.

Toji’s body arched back into Victor's relentless thrusts as if begging for deeper violation, the older man's cock buried to the hilt in his newly breached cunt, stretching him in ways that made his vision blur and his throat raw from screaming. Victor's hips slammed forward with unyielding force, each brutal pump driving the thick, veined shaft against Toji's hypersensitive inner walls, the head of his dick grinding into the tender spot just below Toji's cervix, sending shockwaves of searing pleasure-pain radiating through his core. Toji's massive tits bounced wildly with every impact, milk squirting from his pierced nipples in erratic streams that splattered across the leather couch, the warm liquid mixing with the pungent scent of their exertion—salty sweat, tangy precum, and the musky aroma of Toji's dripping cunt—to fill the air like a fog of depraved bliss. He clawed at the cushions, his nails digging in deep enough to leave crescent marks, his ass cheeks jiggling from the force of Victor's balls slapping wetly against his swollen clit, the rhythm a punishing staccato that made his pussy clench and spasm around the invading cock, milking it with greedy, rhythmic contractions as if his body had been designed solely for this degradation.

Victor's grunts grew more animalistic, his pudgy fingers sinking into the soft flesh of Toji's wide hips, yanking him back onto his dick with savage pulls that forced every inch deeper, the fatty foreskin of his flabby cock dragging along Toji's walls, sometimes catching and tugging in a way that drew sharp, needy whines from Toji's throat. "That's it, you cock-hungry slut, take every fucking inch of Daddy's fat prick," Victor snarled, his voice a gravelly rasp laced with sadistic glee, his hot breath washing over Toji's neck as he leaned in, biting down on the scarred corner of his lip hard enough to draw a metallic tang of blood. Toji's response was a broken, ecstatic moan, his tongue lolling out in mindless desperation as he craned his head back, seeking the rough press of Victor's mouth, his thoughts a haze of filthy cravings—how Victor's wrinkled, hairy body felt like the ultimate domination, how the weight of his flab pressing down made Toji feel utterly possessed. The stretch was excruciating, Victor's girth splitting him open wider with each thrust, the slick heat of Toji's juices coating the shaft and making obscene squelching sounds that echoed off the penthouse walls, his cunt so overflowing that it trickled down his thighs in sticky rivulets, pooling on the couch beneath them. Emotionally, Toji was unraveling, the remnants of his violent past as a killer dissolving under the onslaught of this raw intimacy, replaced by an addictive hunger for more—for Victor's approval, for the validation that his body was sexy, that his tight pussy was squeezing just right, milking that cock like the perfect whore he was born to be.

As Victor's pace quickened, his cock throbbing with impending release, Toji's body betrayed every ounce of his desperation, his hands scrambling to pull Victor closer, fingers tangling in the man's excessive body hair, yanking him into a sloppy kiss that tasted of sweat and smoke. Their tongues battled messily, Toji sucking on Victor's like it was another cock, swirling around it with eager laps while whimpering pleas between thrusts: "Fuck, yes, Daddy—your fat dick feels so good, ruining my cunt, making me your bitch," his voice cracking with genuine need, the words spilling out as his tits flung more milk with each violent bounce, the warm spray landing on Victor's face and driving him wild. Victor responded by slapping Toji's ass hard, the crack of flesh on flesh echoing like a whip, leaving a red imprint that burned deliciously, and Toji screamed, his pussy clamping down harder, the tightness almost painful as it gripped Victor's shaft, drawing a guttural groan from the older man. Deep inside, Toji's addiction solidified like a chain around his soul; this wasn't just sex, it was his salvation, the debasement erasing his regrets, filling the void left by his gambling-fueled downfall with pure, unadulterated ecstasy. He arched his back further, pushing his hips up to meet Victor's thrusts, feeling every ridge and vein of that flabby cock sliding through his stretched walls, the head pounding against his G-spot with brutal precision, sending jolts of electric pleasure that made his vision white out and his body convulse in waves of orgasms, his cunt squirting around the intrusion in hot, messy bursts that soaked them both.

Victor's rhythm faltered as his climax built, his balls drawing up tight against Toji's ass, the hairy sac slapping wetly with each final, ferocious thrust, and Toji could feel the pulse of it, the way Victor's cock swelled even thicker inside him, stretching his walls to their limit. "Beg for it, you worthless fucktoy—beg for Daddy's cum to fill that greedy cunt," Victor demanded, his voice hoarse and commanding, and Toji obeyed without hesitation, his words tumbling out in a frantic, breathless stream: "Please, Master, cream my pussy until my stomach bloats, I need your hot cum flooding my womb, breeding me— please breed me!" The vulgarity of it all fueled Toji's own frenzy, his body trembling as Victor's cock hammered into him one last time, burying itself to the base before erupting in a torrent of thick, ropey cum that flooded Toji's womb, the warmth seeping into every crevice, marking him from the inside out. “Yes!! Knock me up, Daddy! Make me pregnant! I want to have your babies!” Toji's screams turned to ecstatic wails, his pussy milking every drop, the sensation of being filled so completely pushing him over the edge again, his cunt spasming wildly around the softening shaft, slick and cum mixing in a lewd overflow that dripped down to stain the couch.

Belly feeling warm and full, Toji melted with the knowledge that he was finally claimed. He reveled in the oozing sensation tickling his nether-lips, squirming as warm, sticky globs of semen spilled down his quivering belly, staining his body with an illicit concoction of melded juices and lost innocence. Toji felt utterly and completely bred. Yet even in the afterglow, his hunger didn't wane; he rolled his hips back, desperate to keep Victor inside, his mind racing with the emotional depth of it all—the way this act bound him to Victor, turning his body into a vessel of unquenchable desire, his addiction to this submission growing stronger with every heartbeat.

As Victor slumped forward, his spent body collapsing onto Toji's muscular frame, the weight of his flab pressing Toji into the cushions, Toji's incredible stamina kicked in, body still thrumming with need despite the thorough fucking he'd just endured. In a display of flexibility, he kicked his legs back and dug his heels into Victor's sweaty back, pulling him close, feeling the sticky mess of cum and milk between them, throwing his head back to whisper against Victor's ear, "Don't stop, Daddy—I'm still your horny bitch, ready for more," his voice laced with a raw, obsessive plea that betrayed his deepening cravings. Victor chuckled breathlessly, his hands sliding up to grope Toji's tits, squeezing out drops of milk, making the self-professed milk maid moan and his cunt twitch around Victor’s softening cock, already yearning for it to harden again, for the cycle of domination to continue. The room was a symphony of their aftermath—the wet squelches of Toji's overflowing pussy, the heavy pants of their breaths, the faint tang of sex hanging in the air—like a testament to Toji's transformation, his path of sexual servitude solidifying into an unbreakable truth.

As the older man's softening cock slipped free with a wet, squelching pop, Toji's cunt was momentarily left gaping, throbs spiking from the loss as a river of cum and slick oozing out to stain the leather couch beneath them. Panting like a bitch in heat, Toji didn't waste a second, twisting his narrow waist and wrapping his muscular arms around Victor's sweaty neck as he shoved the portly man back against the cushions forcefully, their bodies colliding in a mess of flab and curves. His hooded eyes, half-lidded with obsessive need, locked onto Victor's wrinkly, pudgy face—the deep lines etched around his mouth, the sheen of sweat glistening on his balding forehead, the excess hair matted against his skin—making Toji's heart pound with the thrill of pleasing this man who had just claimed him. Leaning in, Toji devoured Victor's mouth in a sloppy, filthy kiss, his tongue plunging deep like it was wrapping around a cock, tasting the salty mix of their shared fluids, his lips smearing cum and spit across Victor's as he squatted over the shorter man's large, hairy stomach, grinding his soaked cunt against the soft, yielding flesh. The friction was maddening, his hypersensitive folds sliding over the wiry hair and rolls of fat, each movement sending jolts of pleasure up his spine, his massive tits bouncing freely and leaking milk that dripped onto Victor's chest, marking him like a territorial claim.

Toji's hands roamed greedily, one clamping down on the sofa for leverage while the other guided Victor's thick, hairy knuckles toward his throbbing cunt, his voice a needy whine between sloppy slurps of tongue. "Fuck, Daddy, feel how wet I am for you—shove it in, make me your fist-fucking whore," he begged, his words muffled against Victor's lips as he positioned the man's hand, pressing those fat fingers against his slick entrance. With a guttural groan, Victor obliged, his knuckles breaching the tight ring of muscle with a brutal force that bulged Toji's vulva, the sheer girth of the fist filling him completely until it was lodged deep, nestled right against the entrance of his womb, the pressure making Toji's eyes roll back in ecstasy. He broke the kiss just enough to gasp, his breath hot and ragged, "Oh fuck, yeah—stretch me out, Daddy," before diving back in, sucking on Victor's tongue with loud slurps, twisting around it and feasting on the thick muscle with gluttonous indulgence, hips bucking wildly as he rode the girthy invasion. The sensation was overwhelming, the fist's knuckles rubbing against his G-spot with every grind, his cunt clenching and spasming around the intrusion, slick gushing out in waves that soaked Victor's arm, the wet sounds of flesh squelching echoing in the room. Toji's free hand dragged Victor's other one up his smooth, pliant body, forcing those meaty fingers to grope every inch—squeezing his massive tits until milk sprayed out, pinching his pierced nipples hard enough to draw a sharp yelp, and kneading his wide hips with possessive force—while he praised the man shamelessly, his voice a broken mantra of submission. "You're so fucking sexy, Daddy, with your ugly pig face and that fat cock that just wrecked my pussy—fuck me stupid. I need you to touch me so bad, make me your cock-hungry bitch, mount me on your dick."

Victor's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight at the sight of Toji reduced to this— the once arrogant killer now a mindless slut writhing on his fist— and he snarled into the kiss, "That's it, you needy cunt, take what I'm giving you," before thrusting his free hand between Toji’s spread thighs, his thick fingers probing the tight sphincter with no preamble. With a violent thrust, Victor shoved his other fist up Toji's asshole, the sudden stretch tearing a scream from Toji’s throat as the fat knuckles breached the spasming ring of muscles, forcing their way deep into his guts, the dual invasions making his body convulse in a mix of pain and bliss. Toji threw his head back, breaking the kiss entirely, his short black hair sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead as he wailed, "Yes, fuck me, Daddy—pound my holes, make me scream!" He rode both fists with desperate enthusiasm, bouncing frantically with rolling hips, thick thighs trembling with the strain of supporting the constant drop of his thickly muscled body and swollen jugs, feet struggling to stay flat despite his enthusiasm threatening to make them slip with the way he all but jumped on Victor’s fists, the rhythm building into a frantic grind that had his cunt and ass clenching rhythmically around the intrusions, the stretch so intense it felt like he was being split open all over again. Between gulps of air and moans, Toji confessed everything, his voice raw and unfiltered, "Finally, you’re finally fucking me, Victor—you don’t know how I—Holy fuck I've wanted this since the day we met—dreamed of you fucking me—your fat cock pounding my virgin cunt every night for weeks, after I escaped your safe house—Every goddamn night I woke up frustrated—I was so confused— so angry at myself ‘cause you made me so fucking horny, kept gasping awake from wet dreams of riding your ugly pig dick; was goin’ out of my mind cause every fucking time I’d wake up moments before you made me squirt, leaving my cunt aching and dripping slick." The words poured out like a dam breaking, his emotional depth laid bare—the shame of his past desires twisting into this addictive thrill, his body betraying years of denial as he humped harder, tits slapping together making milk spurt on Victor's face, driving him wild.

Victor was amazed, his smug grin widening as he watched the stone-cold killer unravel into a bitch in heat, gagging for more, and he couldn't resist taunting him further, his voice dripping with victory. "Look at you, the big bad assassin turned into a sloppy whore—just a slutty little thing who's always been at the mercy of that greedy cunt, even before you sold yourself," he growled, shaking his fists violently inside Toji, the motion ripping desperate squeals from the taller man’s throat as the knuckles ground against his inner walls, stretching and pounding with ruthless force. Toji's screams echoed off the penthouse walls, his body arching as he rode the fists harder, "Yes, Daddy, I'm a filthy pig that needs to be spit-roasted and stuffed—fuck me like the whore I am!" The vulgar confession hit Victor like a shot of Viagra, his cock violently springing to attention again, the thick, veined shaft throbbing against Toji's giving thigh, slick with their earlier mess. With a sleazy grin, Victor ripped both fists out of Toji in one brutal pull, the sudden emptiness making Toji let out a particularly shrill squeal of discomfort, his holes clenching and fluttering as they auto-tightened in response, the pain blending into a fresh wave of need that left him trembling. He barely had a second to catch his breath before Victor thrust sharply up, his fat cock slamming back into Toji's newly tightened cunt with the force of a battering ram, splitting him open like a virgin all over again, the head pounding deep into his womb and making stars explode behind his eyes.

The thrust was savage, Victor's hips driving upward with unrelenting force, his thick, flabby cock stretching Toji's auto-tightened walls to their limits, the veined shaft dragging along every sensitive inch as it buried itself to the hilt in one go. Toji's body jerked violently, his cunt clamping down like a vice around the intrusion, the overwhelming fullness making him feel like he was being impaled, his inner muscles spasming in protest and ecstasy as Victor's balls slapped wetly against his ass. "Oh fuck, Daddy—your cock's tearing me apart, it hurts so good," Toji wailed, his voice cracking as he ground down to meet the rhythm, his tits bouncing wildly and spraying milk across Victor's chest, the warm liquid mixing with their sweat and cum in a filthy slick. Victor's hands gripped Toji's hips bruisingly tight, yanking him down with each upward pump, the angle hitting his G-spot dead on, sending electric shocks of pleasure-pain radiating through his core. Toji's moans turned into animalistic screams, his head thrown back in abandon as he rode that pounding cock, his cunt squelching obscenely with every thrust, slick and cum oozing out to coat their thighs. Emotionally, Toji was drowning in the depth of his submission, the way Victor's domination erased his past regrets, binding him in a web of desire that made his addiction burn brighter, his body craving every degrading second as he begged for more, his voice a raw plea in the haze of their shared lust.

Toji keened sharply in protest when his pussy was suddenly empty, humping Victor’s gut, confused and needy. The addictive thrill pulsed through him like a drug injected straight into his veins, and Toji's body shuddered with aftershocks, his hypersensitive cunt still clenching and fluttering around the empty space Victor's cock had just vacated, the newly tightened hole throbbing with a raw, insistent ache that demanded more. He slumped forward against Victor's fuzzy, sweat-drenched chest, his massive tits squishing into the soft rolls of the older man's flab, milk leaking in slow, sticky rivulets that smeared across the wiry hair and soaked into the leather beneath them. The air in the penthouse was thick, a cloying mix of cum, sweat, and the metallic tang of blood from where Victor's teeth had grazed his lip, making Toji's head spin with a heady cocktail of pain and euphoria. His short black hair stuck to his forehead in damp clumps, and he could feel the scar at the corner of his mouth tugging with every ragged breath, but the discomfort only fueled his craving, turning the weight of his choices into a chain that bound him tighter to this moment. Victor's hands, those greedy, meaty paws, roamed over Toji's curved hips, squeezing the plush flesh with bruising force as if claiming ownership, and Toji arched his back involuntarily, his ass cheeks clenching around nothing, the recently stretched rim still tingling from the brutal pounding.

Victor's chuckle was a low, sadistic rumble that vibrated through Toji's body where they pressed together, his breath hot and sour against Toji's ear as he growled, "Look at you, you pathetic slag—still panting like a bitch in heat after I wrecked that tight little cunt. Thought you'd had enough, huh? But you're gagging for it, aren't you? That greedy hole's sucking at air like it's starved." The verbal lashing hit Toji like a whip, his pussy spasming in response, fresh slick dripping out to mix with the cooling cum on the couch, the wet sound of it echoing in the dim room. Toji whimpered, his dark blue eyes locking onto Victor's wrinkled face with a mix of desperation and adoration, the lines of age and excess making the man look like a beast fresh from some hellish lair. He ground his hips down harder, feeling the soft give of Victor's stomach against his swollen folds, the friction sending electric jolts up his spine that made his tits bounce, milk spraying in erratic arcs. "Yes, Daddy, please—I need it, need you to ruin me more," Toji begged, his voice a raw, broken plea, the words spilling out between gasps as he cupped his own breasts, pinching the pierced nipples to draw out more milk, the pain blooming into a searing bliss that left him moaning. Victor's cock, still half-hard and slick with their mess, twitched against Toji's thigh, and Toji reached down, wrapping his strong hand around the thick shaft, stroking it with desperate pulls that smeared cum and his own juices along the veined length, feeling every ridge pulse under his touch.

The older man's response was immediate and brutal, his hand shooting up to grip Toji's short hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat as he snarled, "Fucking whore, can't get enough of Daddy's fat dick, can you? Alright, you needy slut, I'll give you what you want— but you're gonna earn it." With a shove, Victor flipped Toji onto his back on the couch, his legs splayed wide to expose his throbbing cunt, the lips puffy and reddened from the earlier assault. Victor loomed over him, his excessive body hair matted with sweat and fluids, his balding head gleaming under the low lights as he lined up his cock again, the head pressing against Toji's entrance with a cruel tease. Toji's heart hammered in his chest, his body arching up in invitation, every inch of his hyper-sensitive skin alive with anticipation—the way the cool air kissed his exposed ass, the sticky pull of cum drying on his thighs, the phantom ache of the tube that had been yanked out earlier. Victor thrust in without warm-up, his thick, veined shaft forcing its way into Toji's vice-tight cunt with a savage wet schluck, stretching the walls to their limit all over again, the head slamming deep enough to hit his cervix and make him scream. "Take it, you filthy cumdump—feel that cock splitting you open," Victor taunted, bearing down on Toji in a mating press, blunt nails digging into the soiled fabric of Toji’s stockings, hips pistoning with relentless force, each thrust driving deeper, the angle grinding against Toji's G-spot with punishing precision that made stars burst behind his eyes.

Toji's moans escalated into animalistic wails, his massive tits jiggling wildly with every impact, milk squirting from his nipples in hot streams that splashed across Victor's chest and face, the warm liquid making the man's hair stick together in greasy clumps. Toji’s fingers left imprints in the couch, unable to do anything but flex and scratch from their pinned position. Toji had never felt so helpless and vulnerable, amplifying the sensations to an overwhelming degree— the burning stretch of his cunt around Victor's girth, the way the veined shaft dragged along his inner walls with every pull and slam, the heavy slap of Victor's balls against his ass cheeks that left red marks blooming on his skin. Emotionally, Toji was unraveling, the degradation stripping away the last remnants of his violent past, replaced by an all-consuming addiction to this submission, to the way Victor's dominance made him feel utterly owned. "Fuck me harder, Daddy—pound my pussy until I can't walk, make me your worthless slut forever," he cried, his voice cracking as he clawed at Victor's back, nails digging into the excess flesh, drawing beads of blood that mixed with the sweat. Victor's pace quickened, his breaths coming in guttural grunts, his cock throbbing inside Toji's gripping walls, the rhythm a brutal staccato that had Toji's body convulsing with orgasms, his cunt squirting around the intrusion in messy bursts that soaked them both. The room filled with the obscene symphony of their fucking—a wet squelch of flesh meeting flesh, the slap of skin, Toji's desperate moans echoing off the walls—as Victor leaned in, biting Toji's neck hard enough to leave marks, his voice a harsh whisper against the inflamed skin: "That's it, milk my cock with that tight whore hole, you fucking addict."

As the intensity built, Victor shifted, hooking Toji's heavy leg over his shoulder to drive even deeper, the new angle forcing his cock to grind against the few untouched spots inside Toji's cunt, the stretch feeling like it was splitting him in two. Toji's vision blurred, his body a live wire of sensation—the fullness in his pussy, the pain of Victor's teeth on his skin, the overwhelming pleasure that made his toes curl and his back arch. "Oh God, yes—ruin me, break me, please don't stop," he begged, his words tumbling out in a frantic stream, his addiction solidifying with every thrust, turning him into a vessel for Victor's sadistic needs. Victor's hands roamed to Toji's tits, squeezing the swollen mounds with brutal force, milk gushing out to coat his fingers as he pinched and twisted the pierced nipples, the pain blending into ecstasy that had Toji screaming. The older man's cock pulsed inside him, veins bulging as he neared his peak, his hips slamming forward with unyielding power, each stroke hitting deeper, harder, the friction igniting fires in Toji's core. Toji wrapped his legs around Victor, pulling him closer, his voice a raw chant of submission: "Cum in me again, Daddy—fill my cunt, make me yours."

Victor's climax hit like a storm, his cock swelling and throbbing as he buried it to the hilt, ropes of hot cum flooding Toji's womb in thick, pulsating bursts that made his insides clench and milk every drop. “Yes! Yes Daddy!! Knock me up—!” Toji's body followed suit, his orgasm ripping through him in waves, his cunt spasming wildly around the shaft, slick and cum overflowing in a filthy torrent that dripped down to pool on the couch. Even as Victor collapsed onto him, his flabby body a heavy, sweaty weight, Toji's hunger remained, his voice a breathless whisper as his powerful hips rolled without pause, unencumbered and titillated by the large mass bearing down on him: "More, Daddy—don't ever stop."

Victor's chuckle reverberated through the heavy air, his breath hot and ragged against Toji's ear, the sound laced with a sadistic edge that only stoked the fire in Toji's veins. He shifted his weight, his flabby body pressing Toji deeper into the cushions, the sticky cocktail of cum and milk squelching between their skin in a lewd, intimate glue that made every inch of contact feel electrifying. "Greedy little slut, aren't you?" Victor growled, his voice a gravelly whisper that carried the weight of his dominance, his hands roaming greedily over Toji's hypersensitive curves—fingers digging into the soft swell of his massive tits, thumbs circling the pierced nipples until fresh milk beaded and trickled, mingling with the cooling mess on their bodies. Toji arched into the touch, his cunt clenching around the emptiness left by Victor's softening cock, a desperate whine escaping his lips as he ground his hips upward, seeking friction, his body a live wire of need that refused to dim. Emotionally, the degradation wrapped around him like a vice, erasing the shadows of his past life as a killer and replacing them with this raw, addictive thrill—Victor's control wasn't just physical; it was a balm to his fractured soul, making him feel alive in ways his gambling-fueled existence never had.

With a grunt of effort, Victor heaved himself up just enough to capture Toji's mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging deep like an invasion, tasting the salt of sweat and the metallic tang of blood from earlier bites. Toji met him eagerly, sucking on that thick muscle with the same hunger he'd shown for Victor's cock, his hands scrambling to pull the older man closer, nails raking through the wiry hair on his back and leaving red trails in their wake. "Please, Daddy, fuck me again—I'm your toy, your dirty little maid," Toji begged between kisses, his voice breaking with genuine desperation, the words pouring out as his pussy throbbed, slick dripping onto Victor's thigh in a warm, insistent pulse. Victor's cock, still half-hard and slick with their shared fluids, twitched against Toji's entrance, and with a sadistic grin, he thrust forward roughly, the head breaching Toji's newly tightened walls in a searing stretch that drew a sharp gasp from both of them. The rhythm built slowly at first, Victor's hips rolling with deliberate force, each pump hitting deeper, the veined shaft dragging along Toji's inner spots and reigniting the fire that had barely cooled.

As Victor's pace quickened, his breaths turning to animalistic grunts, Toji's addiction solidified like molten iron, his body surrendering completely to the onslaught—every slap of flesh against flesh, every jolt of pain blending into ecstasy, amplifying the emotional chasm of his desires. He wrapped his legs around Victor's waist, heels digging into the soft flesh of his back, pulling him in as if to fuse them together, his tits bouncing wildly and spraying milk across their chests in rhythmic arcs. "Yes, Daddy, ruin me—make me yours forever," Toji moaned, his dark blue eyes locking onto Victor's with a mix of adoration and obsession, the degradation stripping away his last defenses and leaving only the intoxicating pull of submission, a path he now craved more than air.

The addictive thrill still pulsing through him even as the reality of his choices settled in like a weight on his chest, Toji's body thrummed with an insatiable hunger that refused to fade, his hypersensitive cunt clenching around the remnants of Victor's cum as if pleading for more. Victor, his pudgy frame heaving with exhaustion, lay sprawled beneath him like a sated beast, his wrinkled skin slick with sweat and bodily fluids, the excess hair matted across his chest and stomach in a tangled mess that reeked of their shared exertion. Toji's gaze flickered over the man's balding head and flabby arms, a sudden stab of insecurity piercing his haze of bliss—had he not been sexy enough to keep Victor going, with his massive tits and dripping folds on full display? The thought gnawed at him, a raw vulnerability that twisted in his gut, making his heart race with fear that all his transformations, the pain and debasement, might not be enough to hold this sadistic grip on his desires.

Desperation clawing at him, Toji shifted his muscular frame, his wide hips straddling Victor's lumpy body with a needy grind, his swollen pecs pressing against the man's soft gut as he leaned in close, the scent of their mingled musk overwhelming in the dim room. "Daddy, please," he whimpered, his voice a husky plea laced with insecurity, his dark blue eyes searching Victor's face for any sign of approval, "I can be better for you—I'm your good girl, the one who deserves your cock as a treat. Don't stop now; I need you to fuck me more, to make me feel like I'm yours." His hands roamed greedily over Victor's flabby chest, fingers digging into the yielding flesh, but Victor's exhaustion was evident in his labored breaths and the way his body refused to stir, his thick cock lying spent against his thigh. A sadistic grin split Victor's wrinkled lips, his eyes lighting up with perverse delight at Toji's begging, even as he remained pinned by his own weight; with a sudden, sharp movement, he raised a hand and slapped Toji across the face, the sting blooming hot across his cheek and making his pussy twitch in response. "Pathetic little whore," Victor snarled, his voice gravelly with effort, before his hand cracked down on Toji's tits with a brutal spank that sent milk leaking from the pierced nipples, "Go clean that greedy cunt out with the showerhead, then get back here and sit on my face like the desperate slut you are."

Dazed from the slaps but fueled by the degrading thrill that only deepened his addiction, Toji scrambled off Victor's body, his heels clicking on the floor as he stumbled toward the en-suite, his ass cheeks jiggling with every step, the residual cum trickling down his thighs in sticky trails. The bathroom's cool air hit his overheated skin like a shock, goosebumps rising as he turned on the shower, the water spraying forcefully from the head; he positioned it between his legs, the powerful jet flooding his swollen cunt and washing away the mingled fluids in a rush of sensation that made him gasp, his inner walls contracting around the invasive stream as it cleansed him crudely. Once done, he dried off hastily, the towel's rough texture scraping over his hyper-sensitive flesh and heightening his arousal, before hurrying back to Victor, his tits swinging heavily and his pussy already aching for the next act of submission.

Opening the bathroom door, Toji’s observant gaze flicked from the couch to a nearby bed where Victor’s lumpy body lay sprawled on the massive mattress, his portly frame rising and falling with heavy breaths, excessive hair matted across his chest and a sleazy grin twisting his wrinkled face. Toji's heart skipped, his eyes tracing the familiar contours—the bulging gut, the hairy thighs, the spent cock nestled in a nest of pubes—but before he could step closer, Victor's voice cracked like a whip. "Put that fucking dress back on, you worthless slut. You're my maid tonight, not some half-assed whore wandering in off the street."

The command hit Toji like a smarting slap to the ass, sinking him back into the role with a rush of submissive thrill. He nodded quickly, his fingers fumbling with his stopper rods, shoving them into his teats and quickly fishing the costume from the floor, wriggling back into the skimpy maid outfit, and huffing as the tight fabric hugging his curves like a lover's grasp— his nipples aching from the restriction, while the short skirt flared around his wide hips once more. The frills brushed his skin with a teasing whisper, heightening his arousal as he sashayed toward the bed, his heels clicking on the polished floor, each step a deliberate sway that made his bubble-butt jiggle. "This maid heard there's a big pipe needing a real good polish," he husked, his voice dropping to a sultry purr as he lunged with feline grace, straddling Victor's chest in reverse cowgirl position. His ass danced playfully over the man's face, the soft curves grinding lightly against Victor's nose and lips, while he sank down slowly, burying Victor's half-chub between his generous milk jugs, the warm flesh enveloping the shaft in a velvety trap. "Don't worry, boss, I'll be really thorough," Toji flirted, putting on a show as he rolled his hips in slow, teasing circles, his swollen cunt hovering just above Victor's mouth, the scent of his arousal mingling with the room's heavy air.

Victor's hands gripped Toji's thighs with bruising force, his fingers digging into the smooth skin as he growled degrading words that only deepened Toji's addiction, "You fucking pathetic maid, grinding that fat ass on my face like you're worth something—get that sloppy cunt down here and ride me proper." The verbal assault sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through Toji, his pussy trembling as he finally lowered himself, his folds dragging slowly from Victor's chin to forehead and back, the sensitive nub of his clit snagging on the man's big nose with each roll, making him jolt and moan. His head dipped between his own breasts, mouth finding Victor's cock with eager reverence, his tongue laving over the wrinkly foreskin and hot shaft, cleaning every trace of cum and smegma with diligent, tentative strokes, the salty taste exploding on his tongue as he hummed in contentment. All the while, Victor's tongue plunged greedily into Toji's folds, wriggling through the slick heat and slurping loudly at the tender flesh, the sensation overwhelming Toji—the wet suction, the rough texture of Victor's tongue against his inner walls, the way it made his thighs quake. Thanking him with fervent devotion, Toji opened his mouth wide, swallowing down Victor's balls and cock in one smooth motion, his cheeks hollowing as he massaged the sensitive masses with gentle rolls, swallowing sporadically to heighten the pleasure, his own pussy aching with unfulfilled need but overshadowed by the joy of servicing his master.

As Toji worked Victor back to full mast, his tongue drilling around the foreskin and lapping at the base, his hands massaged the man's hefty gut with indulgent rubs, intimately worshipping Victor’s weight and the coarse brush of his hair. The heady scent of Victor's body odor enveloped Toji, a pungent mix that made his head spin with intoxicating submission, his face nuzzling into the hairy pudge of Victor's thigh as he huffed it in, content in his subservience. Slowly, steadily, Victor's cock hardened fully against Toji's palate, the veins throbbing with renewed vigor, and Toji's pussy trembled in anticipation as he lifted himself off Victor's face, slick strands connecting them like a web of desire. He slipped his mouth off the man's crotch with a wet pop, kissing the swollen balls and tip of his dick with a wet press of his soft lips before craning his neck back and shifting his big ass to the side to stare down at Victor with pleading eyes, his voice a breathless whisper, "Daddy, can my pussy please have cock now?" The words hung in the air, laden with submissive need—the desperation of his addiction, the thrill of degradation, feeding into the way Victor's dominance made him feel truly alive.

Victor's laugh was a low, sadistic rumble, his hands yanking Toji back into position with possessive force, his cock aligning with the younger man's entrance as he snarled, "Beg harder, you needy bitch—prove that you deserve the privilege."

Toji's heart raced, the emotional undercurrent of their connection pulling him deeper into the abyss, his pussy clenching in rhythmic spasms as Victor thrust upward, stretching him anew with that familiar burning fullness. “Oh fuck yes, Daddy please—just like that. I need it! Stuff me full!” The room echoed with their shared moans, the slap of flesh, the wet squelch of bodies merging, as Toji rode him with wild abandon, moans spilling like a litany of praise at being claimed by Victor once again.

Victor's grip on Toji's hips tightened like iron manacles, his breath ragged and labored against the slick heat of Toji's neck, as if the younger man's relentless bouncing might shatter the older man's endurance entirely. "Enough, you insatiable slut," Victor snarled, his voice a gravelly whip that cut through the haze of their shared moans, yanking Toji down hard onto his cock until it was buried to the hilt, the thick shaft pulsing inside Toji's clenching walls with a fullness that made stars explode behind his eyes. Victor's hands slid up Toji's sweat-slicked sides, fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh of his massive tits, squeezing them roughly to stem the wild ride, milk spurting in erratic jets that splattered across Victor's hairy chest and dripped down in warm, sticky rivulets. "Think you're gonna ride me to my grave, huh? Not tonight, you greedy bitch—sit still and warm my cock like the pathetic cock-sleeve you are." Toji's body stilled at the command, his pussy throbbing around the intrusion, the stretch a burning ache that blended into intoxicating bliss, his breaths coming in sharp, needy gasps as he felt every vein and ridge of Victor's shaft pressing against his hypersensitive inner walls.

Toji shifted slightly, grinding his hips in a slow, deliberate circle that drew a low growl from Victor, but he didn't dare bounce again—not with that sadistic edge in the older man's voice promising retribution. Instead, he leaned forward, his swollen pecs brushing against Victor's face like an offering, and with a whimpering moan, he guided one pierced nipple to Victor's lips, the stopper-rod still lodged in place but trembling with the pressure building inside. "Yes, Daddy, I'll be good—just let me feed you," Toji purred, slipping into the role of the doting, pregnant wife with a husky lilt that made his voice tremble, his hands cradling Victor's balding head as if it were a precious thing. The moment Victor's mouth latched on, sucking hard around the rod, Toji couldn't hold back a keening cry, his body arching as he milked his own tits manually, thumbs pressing into the tender flesh until squirts of warm milk burst past the barrier, flooding Victor's mouth in creamy pulses that he swallowed with greedy gulps. Toji ground down harder, his pussy clenching rhythmically around Victor's cock as if trying to milk it too, the friction sending electric jolts through his core, his slick coating their joined bodies in a messy sheen. "Do you like the taste of my mummy-milk, Daddy? It's all for you—hot and fresh, just like I promised," he whispered, his words laced with a flirtatious edge, eyes half-lidded with lust as he confessed in a rush, "The second I saw you, my ovaries exploded with the need to pop out your babies; I almost dropped to my knees and sucked your cock right there, begging you to knock me up and make me your breeding whore."

Victor's response was a mix of sleazy triumph and raw dominance, his tongue swirling around Toji's nipple with punishing force, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to sting, drawing a sharp gasp from Toji that melted into a plea for more. "Pathetic fucking cow, leaking all over me like you're some knocked-up slut," Victor rasped, his words dripping with degradation as he pinched Toji's other nipple hard, twisting it until milk sprayed out in an arc, splattering across Toji's flushed cheek. Physically, he manhandled Toji with bruising grips, one hand sliding down to smack the curve of his ass, the impact making Toji's hole clench around the empty space left by the tube, his body writhing in a delicious agony that only fueled his addiction. Toji begged openly, his voice breaking into whines as he rocked his hips in tiny, teasing motions, the head of Victor's cock nudging against his G-spot with each subtle shift, "Please, Daddy, hurt me more—slap my tits, call me your worthless whore, I need it so bad." The emotional depth of their connection simmered beneath the surface, Toji's past as a killer dissolving into this web of submission, where every insult and touch bound him tighter to Victor, his cravings for degradation solidifying into an unbreakable truth that this was his purpose—to be used, to be filled, to crave the pain that made him feel alive.

As they snuggled deeper into the tangle of limbs and sweat-soaked sheets, Toji's body pressed flush against Victor's flabby form, the wiry hair on the older man's chest scratching against his hypersensitive skin in a way that heightened every sensation. He wrapped his legs around Victor's waist, holding him inside as if afraid to let go, their wriggling intimacy a slow, sensual grind that kept the embers of arousal burning low. Toji's confessions poured out between kisses, his lips trailing along Victor's neck, tasting the salt of his sweat and the faint bitterness of cigar smoke, "I've never felt this full, this owned—it's like you were made to ruin me, Daddy." Victor's hands roamed possessively, one thumb rubbing circles over Toji's clit while the other squeezed his ass, pulling him closer until their bodies were a seamless mess of curves and heat. The degradation continued in whispers, Victor's voice a constant stream of filth that made Toji's heart race, "You're nothing but a tight, dripping hole for me to fill, aren't you? My personal fucktoy, begging for my cum like a bitch in heat." Toji's responses were breathless pleas, his pussy spasming around Victor's cock as he ground down, the pressure building toward another edge, his addiction coiling tighter with every degrading word and touch, turning their encounter into a ritual of surrender that left him yearning for the next dawn of dominance.

Yet, even as the night wore on, Toji's mind drifted to the broader web of his new life, the Milk Maid bar waiting like a beacon of further debasement, where he'd parade his body for strangers just as eagerly as he did for Victor. The emotional undercurrent pulled at him, a mix of shame and ecstasy that made his confessions feel like catharsis, his body arching into Victor's touches with unbridled enthusiasm. Victor, sensing the shift, thrust up sharply, reminding Toji of his place, the sudden movement drawing a guttural moan from deep within, their shared rhythm a testament to the power dynamics that defined them both. Toji's tits bounced with the motion, milk leaking in slow drips that Victor lapped up greedily, his sleazy grin widening as he murmured, "That's it, my little milk whore—keep warming Daddy's cock, and maybe I'll fuck you senseless again." The words hung in the air, heavy with promise, as they lost themselves in the intimate tangle, the room filled with the wet sounds of their bodies and the raw vulnerability of Toji's surrender.

The addictive thrill still pulsing through him even as the reality of his choices settled in like a weight on his chest, Toji clung to Victor's flabby body through the remaining hours of the night, their sweat-slicked limbs entangled in the rumpled sheets of the massive bed. The older man's snoring vibrated against his ear, a rhythmic rumble that Toji found oddly comforting, but sleep evaded him, his hypersensitive body thrumming with aftershocks from the relentless fucking. His cunt ached with a dull, throbbing emptiness, the walls still spasming around the memory of Victor's thick cock, slick leaking out in slow, sticky dribbles that stained the bed beneath them. He shifted slightly, feeling the dried cum crusted on his inner thighs and the faint twinge of his stretched asshole, the tube long discarded but its absence leaving him craving more intrusion. Dawn crept in through the penthouse windows, casting a harsh light that illuminated the bruises blooming across his skin—purple marks on his hips from Victor's grips, bite welts on his neck, and the raw redness around his tits from all the squeezing and sucking. Yet, even in this haze of exhaustion, Toji's mind raced with a twisted exhilaration, the degradation not breaking him but forging him anew, his gambling-addicted soul swapping one vice for another far more intimate.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced the room, Victor stirred with a groggy grunt, his meaty hand clamping down on Toji's ass in a possessive squeeze that made the younger man gasp, his pussy clenching involuntarily. "Time to earn your keep, you worthless slut," Victor snarled, his voice gravelly from sleep, eyes glinting with sadistic intent as he shoved Toji off the bed. Toji landed on all fours with a thud, the impact jarring his oversensitive tits and making milk leak from his pierced nipples, the warm fluid trickling down his chest in thin streams. Before he could rise, Victor was on him, fastening a thick leather collar around his neck, the buckle clicking shut with a finality that sent a shiver down Toji's spine. Attached to it was a chain leash, which Victor yanked roughly, forcing Toji to crawl forward on hands and knees, his massive bubble-butt swaying with each humiliating movement, the air kissing his exposed cunt and making it weep anew. "That's it, crawl like the bitch you are," Victor taunted, his bare feet padding ahead as he led Toji through the penthouse, the chain tugging at his throat with every step. Toji's dark blue eyes burned with a mix of shame and arousal, his body remembering the men he'd once dominated and now eagerly debased himself for—Victor's associates, former rivals who would revel in his fall. His cock-hungry mind fixated on the degradation, the cool floor scraping against his palms and knees, the weight of his engorged tits swinging freely, nipples still throbbing from the rods.

Breakfast in the lavish dining room became a spectacle of total submission, with Victor seating himself at the head of the table, his family—two burly sons and a stern-faced wife—pretending not to stare as Toji was tugged under the table. "Open wide, you greedy cocksucker," Victor commanded, spreading his legs to reveal his morning wood, the thick, veined shaft already pulsing with anticipation. Toji obeyed instantly, his mouth watering as he engulfed Victor's cock in one swift motion, his lips stretching around the girth, tongue swirling over the salty head and lapping up the precum that beaded there. The family ate in awkward silence, the clink of silverware masking the wet slurps and gagging sounds emanating from under the table, but Toji could feel their eyes on him, the thrill of being watched amplifying his arousal. He bobbed his head with enthusiastic fervor, his throat constricting around the intrusion as Victor's hand gripped his short black hair, forcing him deeper until tears stung his eyes. "That's a good whore, choke on it," Victor growled, his hips thrusting upward to fuck Toji's face, the force making Toji's tits bounce and milk squirt onto the floor in messy arcs. Emotionally, Toji was unraveling, the act erasing his past arrogance, replacing it with an addictive need to please, his cunt dripping onto the rug as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, the taste of Victor's sweat and cum driving him wild.

Later that morning, as Victor conducted business in his opulent office, Toji was positioned as the ultimate distraction, straddling the man's lap in his skimpy maid outfit, the short skirt riding up to expose his bare, glistening folds. Clients filed in, their eyes widening at the sight of Toji grinding down on Victor's cock, the thick shaft stretching his cunt wide with each downward bounce, wet squelches echoing off the walls. "Ride it, you filthy maid—show them what a needy slut you are," Victor barked, his hands gripping Toji's wide hips, guiding the rhythm with brutal force. Toji's body moved on autopilot, his hypersensitive walls clenching around the intrusion, every ridge and vein of Victor's dick scraping against his G-spot with punishing precision, making his vision blur and his moans turn into desperate wails. Employees lingered in the doorway, some sneaking forward to latch onto his tits, their mouths sucking greedily at the milk-laden flesh, pulling the stopper-rods free to let streams of warm milk flow into their mouths or squirt directly into coffee cups as makeshift creamer. "Fuck, yeah, drink up," Toji gasped between thrusts, his ass cheeks slapping against Victor's thighs, the pain of the pounding blending into ecstasy as hands spanked his flesh—palms cracking against his tits, cunt, and face, leaving red welts that burned deliciously. The degradation solidified his addiction, his past as a killer fading into oblivion, replaced by the raw thrill of being used, his body a vessel for their satisfaction.

By afternoon, the parade continued in Victor's private lounge, where Toji was bent over a glass table, his legs spread wide as Victor took him from behind, the man's cock slamming into his auto-tightened cunt with relentless force. "Look at this pathetic whore—taking it like she was born for it," Victor taunted, his words drawing laughs from the gathered men, their hands roaming over Toji's body, spanking his jiggling ass and pinching his nipples until milk sprayed in all directions. Toji's screams were a mix of pain and pleasure, his inner walls stretching to accommodate the invasion, the head of Victor's dick pounding against his cervix with each thrust, making his stomach knot with intensity. He opened his mouth on command, sucking off anyone Victor pointed to, their cocks sliding past his lips one after another—salty, throbbing shafts that he deepthroated with sloppy enthusiasm, gagging and slurping as cum coated his tongue. The emotional depth hit him like a wave, the men he'd once shamed now exacting revenge through his willing body, their degradation fueling his cravings, making him beg for more with hoarse whispers. "Please, use me—fuck me harder," he pleaded, his voice breaking as hands slapped his face, the sting heightening his arousal, his cunt squirting around Victor's cock in messy bursts.

As night fell, Victor threw him to the wolves in a dimly lit back room, a line of men forming to take their turn, their eyes hungry as they eyed every inch of his exposed form. Toji was on all fours again, his collar chain secured to a hook in the wall, body trembling as the first man plunged into his cunt, the second into his ass, and a third forcing his cock down Toji's throat in a brutal spit-roast. "Take it all, you cock-hungry slut," they growled, their thrusts synchronized, stretching his holes to the limit, the wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh filling the air. Milk leaked from his tits as hands mauled them, the pain a constant throb that pushed him closer to the edge, his body convulsing with orgasms that left him a shaking mess. Cum filled him from every angle, dripping from his cunt and ass, coating his face and tongue, the relentless use breaking him down until all that remained was the addictive bliss of submission, his mind surrendering to the debasement that defined his new life.

Toji The Milk Maid: One Killer Submissive