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“What are you going to do to me?” Phoenix grits out, staring above at the gigantic man towering above him. He’d been captured by his nemesis—the Demon Prosecutor—and now he’s here, shrunken down to the size of a doll, trapped in a glass container. Phoenix has no idea what the villain’s plans are—just that it wouldn’t mean anything good for him.
The man in red above him chuckles, starting to circle the jar he’s in. Phoenix feels like he’s being hunted down, and really, he might as well be.
“Oh, darling,” The Demon Prosecutor purrs at him, making Phoenix shudder. Whether it’s from fear or something else, he’s not too sure. He leans down to be at eye level with Phoenix. “Isn’t that the million-dollar question?” An amused huff. “I suppose the boring answer would be to kill you—“ Phoenix jerks back on instinct. “—but you and I both know that isn’t how I would like to do things such as this.” The villain rises and continues to circle around the jar. “No—you’re far too precious for me to kill you.”
Phoenix’s heart rate has elevated, and he swallows everything he’s feeling down. “Then—then why? Why am I here, why am I this way?”
The Demon Prosecutor stops in his steps, peering down at him. “I simply wanted to entertain myself,” he says, and gray eyes wander over Phoenix’s body. He feels bare. “And—I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist once I got you to such a state.” Phoenix watches as his hands move to his crotch, starting to palm the growing bulge that Phoenix didn’t even notice before. Something spikes up within him.
“What are you—!?”
The man before him chuckles darkly, and then he’s unzipping his fly. In a blink of an eye, Phoenix watches in frozen terror as an angry-red cock that’s twice his size is pulled out. “You know, for someone so incredibly smart, you can be somewhat clueless from time to time.”
And then he’s biting his lip as he starts to stroke himself, head tilting back as pleasure starts to overtake him. “Yessss,” the Demon Prosecutor hisses out, stepping closer to the jar that Phoenix is currently trembling in. “Seeing you in such a—hngh—such a predicament drives me absolutely mad,” he growls out. He tilts his head down, looking directly at Phoenix. “I’m going to enjoy covering you from head to toe in my spend.”
Phoenix intakes a breath so sharp that the resulting gasp is almost comical. “No,” He starts to back up in the jar, only to hit his back on the glass. There’s truly no escape from this. “Please—“ he gulps, “Please don’t do this.”
But the Demon Prosecutor isn’t listening. No, he’s starting to actively stroke his cock now, staring directly at Phoenix.
“Oh, darling,” he gasps out. “I’ve thought about this numerous times—how you’d look, all covered in me, in my spend, in my cum.” He gives a disturbing smile. “There’s no chance in hell that I’m backing out—not when I have you directly where I want you.” He steps closer to the jar and directly positions his cock right over Phoenix’s tiny body, working his hand over his hard length. “Under me, waiting to be drenched.”
Phoenix’s eyes widen, unable to take his eyes off the enormous length above him. A drop of precum lands directly in front of him. He jumps. “Please, no—I’ll do—I’ll do anything—“
The Demon Prosecutor is fucking his cock into his fist now, head tilting back. “I can’t wait to see what I’ve been dreaming of after all this time. I’ll keep you inside here forever, my little souvenir, my decoration, my toy. I’ll—nghh, fuck—come on you over and over and over—you’ll never be dry again —oh, oh yes—I’ll surround you with it, make you addicted to it—to the smell of me, the feel of me, the taste of—hnghhh—the taste of me.” He’s breathing heavily now, panting and moaning as Phoenix yells his protests, but unable to look away. “I’m going to make you—oh, oh, oh— I’m going to make you swim in it, in my cum, I’ll make you drown—”
And then Phoenix is watching in horror as the gigantic cock above him starts to twitch and jerk and then he’s barely able to close his eyes in time as the first spurt hits him directly in the face, making him gasp, causing the next one to go into his mouth. He’s hit directly with the scent and taste of musk and Demon Prosecutor and he’s horrified to admit he gets a little dizzy with how much he likes it.
The villain is still coming above him, his cock erupting right before Phoenix’s eyes. He falls onto his knees, mouth wide open to welcome more and more cum into his mouth.
“Yes, yessss,” the Demon Prosecutor hisses above him, still working his cock in his hand and milking himself, rope after rope coming out of him and drenching Phoenix. “Take it—take every. Last. Drop—“
And he’s still going, and that’s when Phoenix starts to realize there’s something very wrong.
“Why—why aren’t you stopping—!?”
The Demon Prosecutor starts to laugh in between moans. “You’ll never be dry again, never be dry again—”
And Phoenix watches as the man’s balls keep drawing up and up, the cum starting to form a pool around his knees. He tries to get up but immediately slips onto his back, more cum hitting him square in the mouth.
There’s something affecting him that must be affecting me because—because—
Because he’s hard? Because he’s starting to enjoy this? Because he is starting to like the idea of getting a daily dose of the Demon Prosecutor’s cum every day? Because he gets to be a cumdump and that excites him? Because he gets to be the Demon Prosecutor’s cumdump, claimed by him and only him?
Feeling much too hot, Phoenix rips himself out of his clothes, hearing the villain before him moan even louder than before. His clothes are soaked anyways, there’s no point in keeping them on. His hard cock bounces out on his belly, and he scoops some of the molten cum around him and uses it to slick his dick, fucking into his fist.
“Fuck, fuck—
“I can’t—I can’t stop—”
And then Phoenix is coming all over himself and adding to the pool around him, gasping and catching more drops of cum in his mouth. More and more ropes of cum paint his body, and he rubs it into his skin, loving the idea that he is claimed by the very man he considers a nemesis.
“Oh, oh, darling— you look magnificent like this, nghh—“
Dizzy with pleasure and lust, Phoenix can’t help but agree.
“You know, I really think you have a knack for monologuing like that,” Phoenix says later, now back to his normal size. “You might’ve missed out on a potential career there.”
Miles lets out an amused huff beside him. They’re now back in bed, snuggling, now that Phoenix has returned to normal and that he’s all cleaned up. “I will admit and say that…I enjoyed it quite a bit.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Who knew you played the captured hero so well?”
Phoenix hums, shifting closer to his husband. “I wouldn’t mind being captured by you.”
Smiling gently, Miles shakes his head. “After all of that, you’re still going to be sickeningly sweet? You are a ridiculous man.”
Phoenix can’t help grinning. “But I’m your ridiculous man.”
“Yes,” Miles says after a moment, cuddling snugly next to Phoenix. “Yes, you are.”