Luxuria

Fandom: Persona 5

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Gangbang, brainwashing, mind break, threesome, dubcon, anal sex

Summary: Taking Iwai down into the depths of Mementos quickly goes wrong when they're cornered by a Shadow. The Shadow casts Brainwash and orders the three to indulge in their innermost desires

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Their footsteps echoed hollowly through the empty corridor. Keeping one hand on the butt of his gun, Joker did his best to keep his expression in its usual calm, distant state. It was proving to be more difficult than usual, though he supposed that no one could fault him for that. Even he could admit that they weren’t being smart Phantom Thieves right now. Fuck, Makoto was going to murder him if she ever found out about this. In fact, he was pretty damn certain that his entire team would take turns beating him 12 different shades of purple if this little secret ever got out. It was a fucking understatement that this probably wasn’t the best idea but it was something they were doing anyway.

Blowing out a slow breath through his nose, Joker glanced at Skull out of the corner of his eye. He might be having a hard time hiding his nervousness but Skull might as well be screaming it. Bouncing around like a pinball just struck by the bolt, his head was on a constant swivel, gaze darting everywhere as though he expected a shadow to burst out at any moment...which, they could but this kind of behavior wasn’t exactly going to bring any comfort to their “guest”. He was tempted to remind Skull of that but there was really no way of doing it without said guest hearing them.

“This is...something…” With that vague statement, Iwai came to a stop directly in front of Joker. They were at the start of a crossroad - no visible anything at the end of either. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his overcoat, the butt of a long dead cigarette clutched between his full lips, he turned his head left and right a couple times before turning to look down at Joker. Iwai’s scruffy, handsome face was impassive but there was a noticeable glaze over his usually sharp gaze. Despite reassuring them that there was nothing much that could faze him anymore, it seemed as though this hardened ex-Yakuza had been wrong. Joker, definitely not noticing the weird atmosphere, darted around them, spinning around in a very conspicuous circle. Iwai didn’t so much as glance at him. All of his attention was hyper-focused on Joker, who was having a difficult time not balking.

“So, you guys just…” Iwai said slowly, gesturing limply at their surroundings, “come down here when you can and...fight?”

“It’s a lot more complicated than that.” Skull piped up before Joker had a chance to speak. He darted back over to join them, flashing a vibrant, though nervous, jittery grin, “We’re getting stronger but we’re also helping people! We’re helping them accept their inner selves and become better people!”

“What Skull means is-“

“Skull?” Iwai interrupted him, cocking an eyebrow.

“Code names, dude.” Skull slapped Iwai on the back, “Keeps us safe down here! Never know what might get carried over into the collected consciousness or whatever.”

“Right.” Iwai said after a moment’s pause. Most of the haze had lifted from his gaze. Lightly rolling his shoulders, he looked back to Joker, asking the obvious, “What does that make you?”

“Joker but you can keep calling me ‘Kid’ or ‘Junior’ if you want.”

Iwai snorted, a ghost of a smile touching the corners of his lips, “Think I’ll do that. This is already weird enough as it is.”

Turning back to the crossroads, he sighed, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. Cocking his head to the side, he waited for Skull and Joker to join him, standing on either side, before carefully stating, “This is where you get all that weird shit you pawn off onto me.”

“Well, here and peoples’ palaces.” Skull piped up.

“Palaces?”

“I’ll explain that later.” Joker interjected, shutting Skull down before he could even begin. Mementos was obviously already enough for Iwai to take him. Last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm him even more.

“So...what exactly do you do down here?”

“Fighting shadows mostly.” Joker explained.

“Shadows?”

“Yeah, they’re-!” Just as Skull was beginning to launch into what was probably going to be a really bad rehashing of something Morgana told them in the past, there was a familiar rustling from further down the left hallway. Both Skull and Joker tensed up, swinging around to face the dense darkness clinging to the windy path. Joker’s hand went unconsciously to the butt of his gun. Skull pulled out the long, metal pipe from his belt. Together, they took a tentative step out into the cross-section, tense and ready for whatever was coming. Iwai watched them cautiously, his gaze jumping between their readied stances and the darkness waiting beyond. It really was impressive how calm he was remaining in this kind of situation. Made him wonder what reaction he had when he came face to face with a shadow. This already had to be badly messing with his perception of the world. Joker clenched his jaw. Maybe...it hadn’t been that good of an idea to bring him down here.

“Here it comes, dude.” Skull said, jittering with excited nerves. He bounced from one foot to another, brandishing his pipe.

“Yeah.” Looking up at Iwai, Joker hesitated for a moment then sighed, knowing full well already where this was going to go, “Stay behind us.”

“Hell no.” Iwai growled irritably. He stepped forward, putting his significantly larger frame between them and the incoming shadow, “I’m the adult here. I don’t care what you’ve been doing up until now but-“

“You dunno how to fight these things, dude!” Skull snapped with an equal amount of annoyance. He lunged forward to try to get past Iwai but he threw a muscular arm out, catching him firmly around the waist. Lips curled into a snarl, Skull whipped his head up to glare hotly at the adult who was getting in his way of being the big hero, “We’ll handle it so don’t-!”

There was a vivid flash of nauseating colors, followed by a cacophony of random noises that sounded vaguely human but were just a little off. A rush of air roared across Joker’s ears. He could still hear Iwai and Skull arguing as they were dragged onto the Shadow’s battleground. Hovering gently a few feet off the ground was one solitary Nebiros - hardly anything to be concerned about. Still, wasn’t about to let his guard down. Not when he had a non-persona user in the group, especially one like Iwai. Joker sighed internally. He was really starting to think this was one of his dumber ideas. They should’ve gone to a higher level - why had he thought it was a good thing to bring him down this far? Shaking his head, Joker unsheathed his knife, twirling it nervously. Okay, new plan: take out this Shadow then get Iwai the fuck out of here. He had seen enough to understand all the stuff he would need to explain to him later.

“What the fuck is that?” Iwai asked, stepping up behind him. A large, warm hand rested on his shoulder, clamping down with just enough force to tell him he wasn’t going anywhere unless Iwai decided it was so. Skull was still being held forcibly behind him - Iwai’s other hand gripping tightly onto his forearm. Something must’ve been said between them because Skull was looking furious enough to scream but wasn’t struggling anymore. Maybe he thought that Joker would be able to talk Iwai down. Problem was - it was quickly becoming obvious that he had underestimated the ferocity of Iwai’s protective streak. Really, he should’ve known better than to get someone like him involved. Too late now, though - best thing to do was to get this over with quickly and get the hell out of here.

“A shadow.” Joker glanced up at him over his shoulder. All the haze was gone from Iwai’s piercing gaze. Mouth turned down in his usual bitter frown, he was glaring at the shadow in the same way he’d looked at those Yakuza who tried to shake him up. Joker blew out a sharp breath through his nose. Okay, yeah...this was bad. If he didn’t do something soon, Iwai was seriously going to try to take on the shadow with his bare fists. That might work for someone who actually knew they were doing...wasn’t too sure how it’d turn out for someone who definitely probably thought he was hallucinating right now.

“Guess I’ll ask what that is exactly later.” Iwai growled, stalking past him. Pressing one large hand to Joker’s chest, he lightly pushed him back. Blinking rapidly, Joker tried to make a grab for him but Iwai pulled his arm out of reach. The Nebiros stared at him blankly, surprisingly not having moved since they first appeared on the battlefield.

“Iwai-san, wait a second. You don’t know-.” Joker exclaimed hurriedly, the beginnings of panic sparking to life inside his chest. Maybe Iwai could be okay but the more likely scenario was that he was about to be torn to shreds. With Iwai no longer holding onto him, Skull was able to rush forward to grab hold of the back of Iwai’s coat. He didn’t seem to notice - all of his attention was intently focused on the shadow, who stared back at him with an impassive expression of complete disinterest. As Iwai moved in even closer, it slowly lowered itself so the tips of its toes were almost brushing the unevenly colored floor.

“Seriously, dude!” Skull yelped, his gaze rapidly flickering back and forth between the shadow and Iwai, “That is not a good idea. Let us handle it!”

Turning his head slightly to glance down at Skull and Joker, Iwai said sharply, “Be quiet. I told you: I’m the adult here and it’s my job to protect-“

An unnatural groan came from the Nebiros, interrupting their roundabout argument. It pointed a long finger at the three of them. A split moment too late, Joker realized that it was attacking. He opened his mouth to summon his Persona but before he could get out even a syllable, an invisible force slammed into him, sending him flying backwards. All the air was knocked out of his lungs. His back collided with the nauseatingly colored floor with a loud, dull thump that reverberated through his entire body. Despite the harsh impact, there was no pain. In fact...he couldn’t feel much of anything at all. He knew the ground was there - he had just become intimately acquainted with it - but he...he felt like he was floating. Heavy fog drenched his mind, slowing his process, synapses until just making a coherent thought was like trudging through chest high sludge. Blinking blearily, Joker clumsily rolled over onto his side. Skull was splayed out on his back, spread eagle, staring upwards with an expression that Joker felt must be similar to his own: dazed and vacant. Iwai was beside him, sitting upright but swaying. The haze was back in that usually sharp gaze, though it was far more pronounced now.

“Wha happun?” Skull slurred.

“Dunno.” Joker responded sluggishly. The kaleidoscope world was spinning, lurching lazily around him. He...he knew what this sensation was...Brainwash. The Nebiros, still floating where it’d been before, had cast an attack that inflicted Brainwash. Joker slowly blinked. Did...did he need to do something about that? It was so hard to think...his brain felt like mush. What was he even doing right now? Iwai, Skull and him had come down here to...Joker pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. What...what was it they were going to do? It was something important...something he had wanted to do for a really long time…

“Them.” A sweet, silky voice whispered from somewhere deep inside his foggy mind. ‘You want them. You’ve always wanted them. You came down here, brought them down here to finally indulge in a desire you haven’t dared even think of back in the world of the conscious. They want the same thing. They have ached for it, longed for it and now, they too are going to take it.” A delicate rush of tingling slowly slithered down Joker’s spine, setting his nerve endings alight. His legs quaked, spreading open further without any real input from him, “You want that. You want them to take it. So show them. Show them how much you want it. Indulge. Satiate yourself. Devour as much as you want and never stop.”

Powerful, blistering heat drenched his body, pouring over him like rushing currents from a waterfall. Boiling blood roared in his ears, creating a cacophony that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts over. Panting harshly, his chest heaving from exertion, Joker went to tear at his clothes, desperate from some relief from that fever but found that his Phantom Thief's disguise was gone. His fingertips bumped against his bare skin. He didn’t pause to linger on the obvious question of where his clothes were. From somewhere deep inside his body came a throbbing, gnawing itch that was quickly overwhelming all of his senses. With every wheezing breath, it grew stronger in its intensity until there were tears blurring his vision. Whimpering pathetically, he flopped onto his back, spreading his legs open wide. It...it itched...it itched so much-! He...he needed something-! Something big and hot and-! And-!

A large hand slammed down onto the ground beside his head. Blunt nails dug deep into his sweaty skin as another hand clamped onto his hip, holding him place as something big, hot and hard pressed against his twitching hole. Joker’s eyes widened in surprise. Mouth twisted into a feral grimace, his grey eyes blazing with an unrestrained lust, Iwai glared down at him hungrily. He was stripped as well, allowing his muscular, scarred body to be on full display. Giggling drunkenly, Joker reached out to press his hands to Iwai’s gorgeous chest. His fingers danced along the curves of his pecs and abs, tracing the minute details. Explosion of tingles raced down his arms. His erect cock, standing straight up from a mess of unruly pubic hair, twitched with crazed excitement. More...more, more! He wanted to touch him even more-!

“K-Kid…” Iwai gasped out, “You’re so fucking cute...I can’t...I’ve...I’ve wanted this for so long. Gonna…” His full lips curled into a roguish smirk, “Gonna make both of you bastards mine.”

Lifting his head, Iwai sharply demanded, “Skull, fucker! Get over here!” Pushing his thumb into Joker’s mouth, smirking even wider when he moaned and hungrily clamped his lips around the digit, sucking hungrily on it, Iwai panted, “You’ll have to wait your turn but you can use this right here. You want that too, don’t you, kid?”

Whimpering loudly, Joker furiously nodded. He looked over to Skull, who was kneeling a couple feet away from them, watching with a wide-eyed, slack-jawed look. He was flushed a brilliant shade of scarlet. A line of drool dribbled along the slope of his throat. His gaze was completely fogged over, brimming with a raging excitement. If that wasn’t enough to scream how much he wanted it, the twitching, pulsing erection between his thighs would’ve given it away. Joker awkwardly gulped down a mouthful of drool. A throb of wild want clutched and clawed at his mind, sailing down to his crotch in a ferocious gale. W-Want...he wanted it-! He wanted that big thing inside of him-! He wanted both-! He wanted both of them to fuck him-! Cocks-! He wanted their cocks-! That...that was what this longing was feverishly calling out for! This was what he had always wanted-!

Iwai’s thumb slipped out of his mouth, coated in a thick layer of saliva. He leaned back, grinning with obvious delight. Gasping raggedly, Joker hooked a finger around the corner of his lips, tugging it to the side. He pushed his tongue out, gurgling eagerly, “Cmere-! Skhull-! Whanna-! Whanna-!”

A blur of movement was his only warning of what was incoming. Skull surged forward, knotting his trembling fingers into Joker’s sweat soaked hair. He led the head of his cock to his sloppy mouth, roughly shoving between his stretched lips. Smooth, salty skin smoothed across his tongue, spreading an addictive taste that he could feel himself getting instantly hooked on. Sucking in a ragged breath through his nose, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement, Joker tightly clamped his lips around the thick shaft. He swirled his tongue around the bulbous head, gathering up a heavy load of precum that he swallowed down hungrily. Gritting his teeth together, the color in his cheeks darkening deeper, Skull didn’t wait for him to make his way down his length. He shoved forward, forcibly pushing in every inch until Joker’s nose was buried in wiry pubic hair. The head of his cock pushed past the back of his mouth, bludgeoning its way down into his throat.

“Mmmnngh!!” Joker wailed, a violent shudder wracking his already trembling body. G...good...it felt so good-! It felt so incredibly good-! Skull’s cock tasted amazing-! The sensation on his hot, veiny flesh rubbing against his tongue was irresistible. More...More, more, more-! He wanted even more-! Just having it inside wasn’t enough-! He...he wanted Skull to fuck him! To use his mouth as though he was nothing more than a toilet, meant to take in his milk-!

“Fuck…” Iwai rasped, leaning in to bring his mouth close to his ear. Dipping down further, he dragged his tongue along the slope of his throat, leaving a path of vibrant tingling. His husky voice reverberated up from his shoulder, “You look so damn good taking Skull’s cock, kid. That ain’t enough for you is it, though? No, you won’t be satisfied unless you’ve got a big, fat cock in every hole. Isn’t that right, whore?”

Joker moaned loudly in agreement, clutching at Iwai’s muscular arm. More...more, more! This wasn’t enough-! Just one wasn’t enough-! He wanted to be fucked hard from both ends-! To be touched, stroked all over-! He wanted cocks-! Cocks-! Curling his arm around Skull’s leg for balance, Joker rolled and bucked his hips, grinding the tip of Iwai’s cock against his sloppy, twitching hole. Inside-! Inside-! He didn’t want to be teased anymore-! He wanted that big thing buried deep in his ass-! He wanted it-! He had always wanted it-! Stroking his fingers across the back of Skull’s thigh, thriving in the way the muscles jumped underneath his touch, Joker firmly tongued one of the prominent veins scraping against the interior of his cheek, hoping to entice him to move already. His mouth, his ass was here to pleasure them-! They should just go ahead and use him already-!

Choking out a snarling groan, Skull lurched forward, smashing one hand down onto the ground. He began to roughly pump his hips, keeping most of his cock firmly trapped in the tight squeeze of Joker’s throat. Laughing sweetly into his ear, Iwai clamped down hard onto his hips, holding his butt in place as he rammed his hips forward, driving his intensely fat length into his hole. A ripple of tension raced through Joker’s body. He screamed shrilly, the sound muffled by the churn of Skull’s cock smashing in and out of his mouth. His eyes crossed, rolling back into his head. His toes curled into tight rings. Foamy drool poured down his cheek, pooling around his head. White flickered wildly across his vision, unfortunately blurring the glorious few of his two beautiful masters losing themselves in his body.

The two moved in an uneven, jagged rhythm, pounding into him with enough force to send him jolting back and forth. Sweaty hair clung to his forehead and the back of his neck. A shaft of blistering heat pierced through him, accumulating as a gnawing pulse in the base of his belly. Loud, lewd squelches; Iwai and Skull’s grunting groans, and his own muffled wails filled up the infinite space, seeming to echo off invisible sounds, amplifying the sound until it bounced around wildly inside his electrified mind. Precum streamed down his throat, plummeting down into his belly to warm him through. Skull’s cock twitched and pulsed against his tongue. He...he was so hot, so wet-! Lightly palming at Skull’s backside, teasingly allowing his fingers to slip through the plush cheek to ghost across his hole, Joker sucked and licked and rubbed, using everything he had to make him feel as good as possible. Going off the gorgeous sounds he was making, he was definitely succeeding.

Iwai wasn’t about to be ignored. Mouthing along his throat and chest, he nipped at his Adam’s apple, his collarbones, his pecs - everywhere he could reach was subject to his teeth. Where he couldn’t mark with his mouth, he squeezed, pinched and rubbed with his hands. Every time his calloused palm brushed across his swollen nipples, danced along his ribs or scraped down his belly, a fresh rush of pleasure coursed through his already overstimulated nerves. With each thrust of his strong hips, he smashed his cock in deep, grinding the head against the spasming interior walls of his ass. This sensation...being stirred up, messed up - his ass used and practically turned inside out by the fury of his movements while suffocating on a fat, delicious cock...it was heaven! The only thing that could make it better was these two filling up his belly was cum-!

“J-! Joker-! Joker-!” Skull gasped raggedly, “Good-! Feels so good-! Your...your mouth pussy is so good-! Can’t-! Gonna-! Gonna cum-! Gonna-!”

Joker squealed excitedly, pushing his head up to sink even further down Skull’s cock. He slipped a hand between his quaking thighs to lovingly squeeze and roll his meaty balls in his palm. Crying out sharply, Skull slammed his hips forward. He pressed a hand to the back of Joker’s head, smooshing him hard to his pubic bone. His already engorged cock swelled up even bigger, forcing the hinges of his jaw to stretch to nearly their breaking point. Skull’s blunt nails dug into his scalp. A flood of scalding heat flooded out of the swollen slit. With Skull’s cock buried so deep inside his mouth, there was no chance for him to taste it, to swallow it down - to really experience the sensation of being cum in. A little disappointing but knowing that this was only the beginning sweetened the deal considerably. Joker lazily sucked and rubbed Skull’s cock, milking out every last drop of his orgasm. Harsh, short pants rained down on the top of his head. Next time, he would need to make sure that he was in a position where he could see Skull’s face when he came.

“Heh, minute man over here.” Iwai teased, reaching out to lightly brush the tips of his fingers against Joker’s drool drenched lips, “Couldn’t hold back, huh?”

“It...it feels so good…! I’m not used to this kind of thing-!” Skull mumbled, sounding like he was trying to be irritated but failing miserably.

“Yeah, and now,” Iwai gave Skull’s arm a slight tug, “it’s your turn to make him feel good. Get that ass over here and make it useful.”

There was a pause from Skull as he visibly worked through what Iwai was telling him to do then the lightbulb dinged over his head. A huge, stupid grin spread across his brightly flushed face. Exhaling excitedly, he shuffled backwards. Joker whined in disappointment as his still rigid cock slid free from his mouth. A trail of cum drizzled across his tongue, finally giving him a taste of what Skull’s milk tasted like. Unsurprisingly, it was as sweet as nectar, spreading like a delicious film over his taste-buds. He sucked greedily on his tongue, gathering up every last minuscule particle of Skull’s cum. As he was distracted with the amazing flavor coating the inside of his mouth, Skull moved down, throwing one leg over Joker’s midsection to straddle his waist. Planting one hand beside Joker’s head, he reached around with the other to guide the head of his throbbing cock to his twitching entrance. Joker gasped loudly, his eyes widening. His hazy gaze flickered down to focus (as best he could) on Skull’s face. A throb of delight soared through his chest at the sight of his openly wanting expression.

“C...cute…” Joker breathed, resting his trembling hands on Skull’s thighs. Inside-! He wanted to be inside Skull’s tight, virgin hole-! He...he wanted to be his first-! Pulling a deep breath into his seizing lungs, he used what little leverage he had to grind more firmly against his entrance, “You’re so cute...Skull…!”

“He is...like a freaking puppy dog.” Iwai laughed, curling his muscular arms around Skull’s midsection, squeezing him back against his chest, “Come on, don’t keep him waiting.”

“Y-Yeah…” Skull wheezed, “I’m gonna make you cum with my ass, Joker.”

“Bring it.” Joker panted gleefully, “And I’ll-!!!”

Obviously not looking for any back talk from Joker, Skull slammed his hips down, taking in his entire length in one graceful swoop. Shrieking out through clenched teeth, Joker threw his head back. It banged against the nauseatingly colored floor but he didn’t feel an ounce of pain. Tight-! Tight-! So fucking tight-! Skull was so hot, so tight inside-! It felt like a wet glove had been tugged around his dick, perfectly molding into its shape! This...this sensation was unlike anything he’d experienced before-! He had messed about with pocket pussies a couple times but this-! This suction, this pressure, this fucking heat was...was-! A stupid smile spread across Joker’s face. This was fucking heaven-!

“Fuck-!” Iwai snarled, then barked out an excited laugh, “He got even tighter just now. Feels good inside our little puppy here, doesn’t it?”

“Feels-! Good-!” Joker squealed, scraping his blunt nails across Skull’s trembling thigh. That was all he could make his mouth work long enough to say. This...it beyond good - this...he wanted to fuck Skull until he screamed for mercy. He wanted to be buried inside this addictive heat forever - for the rest of fucking eternity-! Joker tried to move, to buck his hips up to drive his dick even further inside that brutal heat but in this position, and with Iwai holding him, it was impossible. Before he had time to complain, Iwai reared one hand back, bringing it sailing down onto the plumpest curve of Skull’s ass, pulling a startled yelp out of him. He had been so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he’d completely overlooked the fact that Skull wasn’t moving at all. He had been sitting there, eyes completely glazed open, tongue hanging out of his mouth, swaying lazily. Joker’s grin grew even wider. Had just having his dick inside him felt that good? Well, it was about to get even better-!

“Get moving.” Iwai cooed into Skull’s ear, teasingly nipping at the shell.

“Y-Yes-! Yes-! Yes-!” Skull chanted euphorically.

Bracing his hands on Joker’s heaving chest, he quickly found his rhythm, clumsily rising and dropping his hips as he bounced on top of him. Wearing a pleased grin, his handsome, scruffy face dyed a gorgeous color of scarlet, Iwai watched him from over Skull’s shoulder, matching the pace of his thrusts so that they were moving opposite of each other - ensuring that Joker was always either full of cock or wrapped snugly inside of Skull’s tight hole. Howling like a madman, frantically grabbing at Skull’s shoulders, Joker writhed and squirmed underneath them, trying to achieve both urging Iwai’s cock in deeper and shoving his own dick as far as it could go inside of Skull. Their moans mixed together into a lewd mess of mushy syllables. Not being able to see clearly through the tears was a little irritating but feeling them, hearing them made up for it. The pleasure, the ecstasy was even stronger than before, marching through his nerves like an army invading a defenseless village, sacking, plundering, destroying everything in its wake. In the base of his belly, pressing hard against the back of his throbbing cock was an immense bubble of surging, churning pressure. There was a needle hovering right at the surface of that bubble, waiting for just one more push for it to sink down.

Cumming...cumming, cumming, he was gonna cum but he-! He needed something-! That one last little push-! It...it wasn’t enough-! He...he needed more-! And...judging from what he could see of his beautiful boys, they felt the same. As good as this felt, they...they all needed more-! Joker whimpered, his hands flying down to frantically play with his tingling nipples. He...he wanted to cum-! He wanted Iwai to cum inside him-! He wanted Skull’s cum all over him-! But...he...he couldn’t-! More-! He needed more-! He needed-!

There was a loud crash of glass shattering. Blurs of dark colors filled the room, undulating and rolling like oil in water. In a blink of an eye, they were surrounded by a huge gathering of Shadows. Nebiros, Dionysus, Melchizedek, Belial, Moloch and more - some that Joker had never even seen while exploring the depths of Mementos. There were Shadows in the forms of men, beasts, animals and shapes that his pleasure addled mind couldn’t put names too. However, that bit wasn’t important. He couldn’t care less about what some of these Shadows were supposed to represent. What mattered to him were the dozens upon dozens, possibly even hundreds, of thick, fat cocks surrounding him. A fresh wave of drool pooled into his mouth, seeping out between his slack lips. That gnawing hunger that had been temporarily sated by the cocks of Iwai and Skull came roaring back in at full force. The only reason he didn’t throw himself at the Shadows feet and beg for them to fuck him stupid was that he was being held down by Skull’s weight.

Skull let out a deliciously loud cry, his head falling back against Iwai’s shoulder. A ripple of excitement tore through the shadows. Chattering, giggling, whispering and snarling amongst themselves, they rushed forward, creating an even tighter circle that pushed in on them from all directions. A powerful hand grabbed hold of Joker’s head, yanking it back. He didn’t get a chance to see which Shadow it was. His view was impeded by a heavy pair of balls as a tantalizing thick, veiny member was shoved deep into his mouth. It pushed far down his throat, going much, much further than Skull’s could. A keening gurgle came from above him. The Shadow started to viciously buck its hips, fucking him with a ferocity that quickly dragged him right to the verge of cumming. His hands were grabbed, led to and curled around even more blisteringly hot, twitching penises. Judging from the muffled wail Skull let out, he was getting the same treatment. A shudder of electric pleasure scorched its way up Joker’s spine as Skull’s already tight hole clamped down even harder around him, squeezing him so thoroughly that it was almost painful.

If there was any discomfort, he certainly couldn’t feel it. His mind was completely blank, destroyed and rebuilt by the endless pleasuring assaulting him. Every inch of him cried out in a rowdy ecstasy, driven further and further, higher and higher by the heat pressing in around him. Joker ardently sucked on the fat penis fucking his throat raw, squealing and moaning with every thrust of the Shadow’s broad hips. His hands clawed at the beast’s back, not to drive it away but to drag it in even closer. This-! This-! This was what he had wanted - no, needed! Cocks-! Cocks-! More and more and more-! He wanted his every hole filled to the breaking point-! He wanted his entire body to be used-! He wanted thick, hot, meaty cocks wrecking him-! Just two (regardless of how much he had wanted those specific two) wasn’t enough-! More-! More-! More-!

Another unnatural wail came from overhead, followed by an intensely warm gush of goo pouring down his throat. Just like with Skull’s - there was no way for him to taste it or even get the enjoyment of swallowing down mouthful after mouthful but this time, he could barely care. The poor Shadow wasn’t even given time to finish cumming before he was shoved out of the way. Hot, fragrant ropes of cum splattered across Joker’s face. Another cock - this one a little thinner with boasting more length - bulldozed its way down his throat. Sharp, high-pitched beeps that he supposed was the Shadow’s way of moaning filled up his head. Between his legs, Iwai was still bucking rapidly but his movements were becoming jagged, uneven. If he trained his ears, he could just make out the sound of his moans - breathier, reedier; as though he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. Was he getting fucked as well? Aah, he wanted to see-! He wanted to see both of them coming undone as they had their holes filled with dicks-!

This Shadow lasted even less time than the first, squealing and wailing like a child’s electronic toy as it pumped another fresh, magnificent load into Joker’s stomach. It was shoved out of the way just like the first. Just as a third was moving forward to take its place, Iwai choked out a whining grunt that could’ve been ‘Kid-!’ Or some random gibberish. He rammed in, completely burying his cock inside the tight, twitching walls of his ass. A loud, howling scream was just erupting from his swollen lips when the Shadow stuffed his mouth full of heavy cock, muffling the sound. A splattering of blistering heat poured into his intestines, flooding deep into his belly. A delirious shriek pierced through the golden fog hanging over his mind. Inside-! Inside-! Iwai came inside-! Good-! Good, good, good, good-! It felt so fucking good-! M...more-! More-! More-! He...he wanted even more-! He-!

Iwai’s cock was suddenly gone, yanked out by some force. Something coiled around his arm, pulling him over to the side. His vision blurred with a mess of wild colors. He was roughly yanked up onto his hands and knees. To his left was Iwai, dazed and already hungrily sucking off one of the Shadow’s dick. Underneath his muscular form was a Belial and behind him was a...something - an ogre or something that was easily three times the size of Iwai - both were brutally pounding into Iwai at the same time as he squealed, groaned and shivered, shoving his plump butt back against him. To his right was Skull, braced on just his knees, getting fucked hard from behind by a massive, towering Moloch while he moved back and forth between two Dionyous’s colorful cocks, dragging and running his tongue along the multi-colored cocks.

A shudder raced through Joker’s overstimulated body as two strong hands took hold of his ass cheeks, spreading him wide open. Panting harshly, sweat rolling into his eyes, he craned his head around to find another Moloch behind him. This one was even bigger than the one currently fucking Skull’s hole into a gaping cocksleeve. Black eyes stared down at him, blistering with cruel hunger. Viscous drool poured from the beast’s mouth. Protruding from its crotch was an immense, monstrous cock that was, perhaps, as long as Joker was tall. The girth was incredible - far, far wider than what his mouth could take. His ass, on the other hand. Joker giggled stupidly. Dropping down so that his butt was pushed high up into the air, he wiggled it enticingly. Surely, he didn’t need to entice this beast to fuck him. He could see how much it wanted-!!

Bellowing out a throaty roar, the Moloch grabbed hold of his hips and slammed him backwards, impaling him on his massive length. Brilliant, crushing heat pierced into his belly. His hole stretched impossibly wide. His organs were displaced to make room for that monstrously devastating length using him as a cocksleeve. Joker’s tongue flopped out of his mouth. His eyes rolled so far back into his head, only the whites were visible. With a lewd, sordid scream that would’ve made Makoto pass out from embarrassment, he (finally) came, dirtying the already soiled floor with a dense load of white. Another Shadow stepped forward to take advantage of his open mouth, smashing its cock inside with all the gentleness of a bullet train blowing through an empty station. Excruciating pleasure boiled inside the empty vessel his body had become, filling him to brink. Clinging to the shadow’s legs, he bounced back and forth, fucked brutally hard from both ends. The moans, wails and screams of Iwai and Skull floated around him, driving his own ecstasy up even further. He...he was cumming indefinitely, besieged and commanded by this pleasure - constantly at its mercy and begging for even more.

“Cocks-! Cocks-!” Skull whimpered, his mouth hanging open, tongue pushed out in invitation, “More-! Fuck me-! Fuck me-! Break me-!”

“Come on-!” Iwai panted, his gaze delirious but a sly grin still etched across his face, “That all you got?! Gimme more-! Come on-! Come on-!!”

Gazing up at the Shadow making a mess of his throat, Joker lovingly sucked on the spongy mass. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see more and more Shadows piling into the wide, seemingly endless room. A trill of excitement lazily sizzled its way through his mushy mind. Good - let them keep coming, for all eternity. This hunger, this desire was never going to fizzle out. He would never be sated, even if he lived as a Shadow’s cocksleeve for the rest of eternity. More...more, more, more-! He wanted it all; he wanted to become the Shadow’s whore-! He supposed he should consider himself lucky - Shadows were the reflections of mankind and there was nothing more endless than man’s lust.