Chapter 5
The soldiers and Gorou were roasting fowl at a campfire, celebrating their victory, knowing they'll be home again soon. They opened the special, celebratory bottles of sake, that ensured the good vibes and joyful banter. Gorou's chest was filled with pride not only for himself, but for his subordinates. They had improved their skills significantly, and they all fought really hard this time. Gorou felt grateful for today's victory.
"And this toast is for the pointy-eared general! Woot woot!" One of the - very drunk - soldiers exclaimed, and the rest followed with rejoice. Gorou felt bashful, but went along with it, wanting to celebrate the success of his soldiers. They really deserved it. As he moved in to clink cups, he tripped over a log and fell in the middle of the soldiers' circle.
"Whoops! Did I drink too much?!" Gorou asked himself as he tried to collect himself. He felt strong hands grip his upper arm and a jolt of fear surged through him. "Oh no...!" He looked up, and an all too familiar feeling washed through him, making his hair stand on edge. The soldiers had crowded him, all of them towering over him, blocking all ways out. The hands on his arms held him down rather than helped him up, and he felt restricted once again. "This can't be happening! Not again!" Gorou shut his eyes close, trying to will away the nightmare. They snapped open at a familiar voice very close to his ears.
"Aw, what's wrong? It's not like you could take any of us, right? You're just too small to have a fighting chance! So just be a good boy..." Fingers ran through the hair on the back of his head and gripped it tightly. It wasn't painful, but he felt wary of the fact that he couldn't move away. "You wouldn't be able to do anything, no matter what I did to your body, isn't that right? No matter how hard you try to resist, we will overpower you. But by all means, keep trying - it makes it that much more fun!" Another hand moved to carress his jaw, scratching under it like he was a pet. Gorou started squirming harder, the feeling of humiliation filling his head. This was not going to stop any time soon - he just had to wait it out. Let them have their way with him, then he can finally wake up from this hell.
"Oh? You think that's all? How naive! General Gorou, how can you be in such a high position, if you don't even know what's coming next?" A painful shiver went down Gorou's spine. Despite being in a dream, he had never been more awake and alert than now. He looked up at the soldier in terror, truly not having a clue what was coming next. "This can get even worse?!"
The soldier hooked a finger in Gorou's mouth, drool dripping down as he pressed down on some of his teeth. Gorou made sounds of protest, but it all came out as meaningless mumbling. He was too dumbfounded and shocked to do anything. What were they going to do to him? He felt another hand start slapping his face lightly and he turned away from it. Were they going to physically torture him? Was that enjoyable for these demons?!
"Now open wide." The blood in Gorou's veins froze as he felt something hot and wet push against his mouth. It slid in before he could even make sense of it, and he made the horrifying realization that it was the soldier's member, pushing further in. It was so big that it filled him entirely, and it just kept going. Gorou started to feel a mix between choking and gagging as the soldier moved without mercy. "It can't fit in!" Gorou screamed inside his head as no sound made it past his throat. He couldn't breathe. Panic instantly settled in and he started thrashing in the soldiers' hands that only gripped onto him tighter.
A far-detached part of Gorou's brain was assessing the situation even though his very life was in danger. How does he know what this sensation is supposed to feel like? Why does it all feel even more real than his real life? He never even touched another man's member, let alone had it in his mouth - so then why is it all so detailed? Why does he know its taste? Why can he feel it twitching at his throat? Why does he know that this girth can fill him up entirely? And most importantly, why does he physically feel his breath restricted, barely having enough oxygen to stay awake?
The soldier took his precious time exploring Gorou's mouth with their length. Slowly sliding in and out, every now and then leaving a gap for Gorou to gasp for air. Whenever Gorou thought it's over, however, he'd push back in, all the way to the throat, making Gorou gag over it. Gorou's face was covered in slobber, tears and snot.
His body was so overwhelmed with all this that he didn't even take notice of the other soldiers carressing the rest of his body. He could no longer tell how many hands were on him, which one was holding him down and which one was enjoying his body. It all melted into one unbearable and terrifying feeling of disgust and fear. He wanted to cry, but he didn't know if the tears on his face were from gagging or pain. He wanted to sob, but he couldn't hear his own voice, and even if he could, it would be stifled by the soldiers' voices, continuing to humiliate and berate him.
"What a good boy! Your mouth feels like it was made for this! Are you sure you should be a general, and not just for our personal use? You wouldn't mind, right? Everything for your soldiers' sake, hehe..."
It had finally settled in Gorou that he has no power over these men. They wouldn't listen to reason, and they wouldn't give up for anything. Gorou hated every moment of this, but it was not his choice. He felt his limbs giving up on fighting, all strength fleeing him, subdued to the soldiers' will. He felt the soldier in his mouth falling into a rhythm, and he stopped fighting it. He removed his own consciousness from the situation, feeling numb and detached from it all. If the other soldiers started touching him elsewhere, he couldn't tell. He had given up his body and shut off his brain from trying to make sense of any of it. He could only hope this would end - eventually.