Janton woke up in the hallway outside of his room, naked and sticky with cum. His throat was sore. His ass was sore.
The screen across from him said he was late for class. He had no idea how many of his classmates had used him during the night, but at some point his body must have given up and forced him to sleep.
No one even bothered to give him a pillow.
He entered his door code. "DENIED" flashed across the lock. He couldn't have forgotten it. He tried again. "DENIED."
1130 hours, his classmates would be at the calisthenics studio. The Bengarans would be merciless and their bodies needed to be fit enough to keep up. Janton walked to the studio and found his classmates finishing their workout, bodies glistening with sweat. Almost all of them were hard, the aphrodisiacs coursing through their blood even harder after the intense activity.
"Hey, look who decided to join us." Canys sneered from the treadmill. "Hope you had as much fun as we did. 108 loads might be a record." Canys gestured to the screen displaying the names of his 19 classmates with a number next to each. Every single one had cum in or on Janton last night and he didn't even remember most of them. Canys was at the top. "Once in your throat, four times on your face and five times in your tight ass," he bragged.
This was too much. Two weeks in and Janton was the only one aboard who hadn't cum once. He'd been used like a piece of meat. Janton was hungry. He was sore. He just wanted a shower and a nap.
"Enough!" He growled. "Which of you assholes changed my door code? This isn't funny anymore."
Arcanix, the tallest of the hunters stepped forward. "I changed it," he said, slowly. "Since you were busy sleeping, you missed some important news at our breakfast announcements. Let's get you up to speed." Arcanix snapped his fingers at four of the hunted. Janton noticed that they now wore collars around their necks and stared at the ground when Arcanix looked in their direction. They approached Janton and lifted him in the air and carried him into what had been the observation deck, three doors down the hall. They set him down on a table in the middle of the room, his ass pointed towards the door, and firmly held down his limbs. The one holding his left leg pulled a bottle of lube out from under the table and generously lubed up Janton's ass.
Janton struggled to get free. He knew what he signed on for, but this was too much. No one could be expected to endure so much.
"Maybe you've been too busy serving as camp whore to notice," Arcanix whispered, bending over to Janton's ear. "But has it occurred to you that there aren't any staff on this ship? And that the hunters never changed from day to day?"
"Has it occurred to you, that maybe we aren't all the same?"
Janton heard Arcanix untie his gym shorts and felt a rough hand probe his tender ass. Then, a large, bulbous head teasing the entrance.
"The first year that Earth sent holes to Bengara, thirty percent of them quit after the first month. At least ten of them tried to stow away on ships back home." Arcanix's breathing quickened as he pushed his cock through Janton's tortured sphincter. "Two of them died. That couldn't happen again."
"There are twenty of us on this ship, that's true. Seventeen of you are disposable fuck meat for the men of Bengara."
Arcanix grabbed Janton's shoulders and sent ten inches of rigid cock directly into his ass all at once.
"And three of us are here to make sure you useless pieces of shit are up for the challenge."
Janton felt himself drift in and out of consciousness as Arcanix fucked him with the energy of a bull in heat. He tried to listen as Arcanix explained that, for the next two weeks, the hunted would not have quarters. They would live together here in this observation deck. If they wanted a real bed for the night, or a shower, they would beg for it from their superiors.
Just as they would on Bengara.
After ten minutes, Janton begged for Arcanix to cum, he couldn't take any more. Arcanix called over the third hunted, Damarus, to shut Janton up. He held Janton's nostrils closed as he unleashed his veiny, eight inch cock and slid it into Janton's unwilling mouth. Janton struggled for air as the cock pumped in and out of his throat. Damarus called over two more hunted to pull Janton's nipples and rest their balls on his forehead.
"I decide if you make it to Bengara. I decide if you are fit to represent Earth," Arcanix growled as his breath grew ragged. "I decide if you live in paradise or if you take the next ship back to a dying hell."
Arcanix thrust harder than before into Janton, releasing his seed deep and holding Janton's shoulders so tight that he left bruises. Damarus finished in Janton's throat and then led him to his own quarters. He told him to shower quickly. The day had just begun.
