Ashfall: No Way Back
Dust settled behind their backs, legs burned from the crossing, crotchrag soaked from sweat and chafing, cocks rubbed inside leaving sticky trails. Rake strode ahead — ginger mohawk tousled, torso ripped in dust, nipple rings caught metal glints, jock sat low, cock swung heavy, blaster on thigh. The hum hit before the sight — low, vibrating, like the ground breathed.
Walls rose from the haze — scrap metal, rust, orange-red glints. The flow of people sucked the group in, bodies jostled close, shoulders scraped, smell of sweat mixed with hot iron. No one apologized — elbow into Kite's side, thigh against Ash's thigh, palm slid over Veer's ass. Steps stumbled into the crowd's rhythm, packs pressed backs heavier.
"Yo, bros, don't spread out," Rake threw without turning back. He didn't slow his step.
Kite snorted, shoved the shoulder of the guy ahead — that one growled but didn't stop. Overhead bridges of wreckage, platforms on poles, figures dangled, legs swung. Everything held on a promise — rust flaked, metal creaked under weight.
Next to them a deal slapped — hand clapped palm, pack of Dust switched hands, cock in the guy's crotchrag twitched from trade excitement. "Two handfuls for a week, bitch, move on." Voice rough, no pause, crowd closed up.
Veil Law hum — blue light over the post, symbols blinked. Veer squinted, shoulder tensed, but Rake walked past without slowing. Spit flew into dust at feet — no one twitched.
The group froze by a wall — noise crashed over, neon blinked, bodies everywhere. Packs pressed, shoulders ached. Rake eyed them all:
"Split up, bros, business and shit. Ashfall won't wait. We hit Bodyfall lucky, so have fun, earn if you can."
Kite jumped up, body slick. "Yo, I'm for Flesh Den! Bros, catch you," he said. He instantly melted into sweat and his shoulders dissolved in the crowd.
Mud nodded to Ash:
"Sell our share? Grab the pack."
Veer shifted:
"Center's thick with Veil Law posts. Don't flash."
Rake eyed Sand — ran an appraising look over the slave's body wordless. Sand got it, shoulders slumped.
"Meet at the beacon at midnight, you with me to drop goods," Rake threw, collar stung the slave's neck with light electricity and he hurried after his owner.
Bodyfall
City jerked — rhythm shifted, people turned toward center, steps hummed thicker. Commands cut through hum — short, sharp, signals beeped. Fences rose from nowhere — rusty sheets, channeled flows.
Guards stood loose, shoulders relaxed, cocks tented crotchrag against young bodies. New guys unloaded — identical, clean, tired eyes, fresh sandtrace in groins. Contrast cut — their skin pale against city grime, bodies straight against crowd's slumped shoulders. Guard control loose, cocks tented from sight of new available naive meat. Bodyfall!!
City threw a party to hook newbies with Rush, orgies, fun. Till morning nothing quiets, someone holds to noon then drops drained and sleeps in dust till picked up.
Newbies not getting how shit works here, Veil Law spread through city parts so they don't clump and blend into city life fast as possible. They lost sight of familiar and ran into new calculating guys wanting their fresh cocks, asses, mouths or bodies whole.
Guys just shoved from island into noisy city, 17-year-olds, hatched from pods just one year ago, lured to clubs, offered crash, Rush or sex, called to jobs, raids, or just join for who knows what.
Toe stood in flow, legs shook from fatigue, crotchrag stuck to thighs, cock rubbed rough cloth, he still couldn't get used to covering nakedness. His cock half-hard from chaos around and arousal messed his step. City pressed — bodies everywhere, close, sweat smell choked, neon stabbed eyes. He bumped shoulder into stranger's hot body — guy growled but passed without looking back.
Scale crashed and squeezed — bridges overhead creaked, platforms hummed from steps, figures dangled, cocks stained guys' jocks and men's crotchrag with leaking precum. Toe swallowed, throat dry, sweat ran down back, messed rhythm more. Where to go? Crowd carried but he drowned — small, extra, body burned from stranger stares.
He stepped to side street: around corner guy bent ass-up, another slammed in back — moans broke through hum, cum splashed ground. "Want to fuck him?" Toe turned away, cock hardened more, shame burned cheeks, legs buckled but he didn't know what he wanted or what allowed. Alone, city boils, he's nobody.
Toe stumbled somewhere just to move and not lock eyes on anyone, blue light stabbed eyes, familiar symbols blinked. Guy in Veil Law uniform eyed him, gaze hooked, palm on shoulder, pressure heavy. "Fresh? Show sandtrace."
Toe froze, body clenched, bared groin — scan beeped light ran. officer's palm lingered longer than needed, fingers pressed crotchrag cloth, squeezed groin, cock under twitched from pressure, Veil Law gaze gleamed lust — not check, just want to grope fresh young stuff.
Law officer snorted: "Free. Don't draw attention needlessly, kid. Sign the contract—no way back."
Palm pressure ramped, spit flew to dust at Toe's feet. Body jerked but he nodded, stepped back. Toe swallowed, sped step, bolted without looking.
Street Fucking Carnival
Night in Ashfall exploded — neon lashed eyes, colors burned retinas, music gnawed ears, crowd hum beat chest with vibration. Streets crawled with bodies, balconies cracked under weight of tangled guys, platforms creaked, cocks plunged holes on stairs, moans tore through noise. Rush smell choked — thick, chemical, mixed with sweat, cum, Dust; sweat poured rivers down torsos, ran veins, cum sprayed asphalt, gleamed under lamps. Bodies flashed — mohawks sweat-soaked, ringed nipples stuck out, crotchrag shifted aside, cocks in lockcages leaked, balls swung. Tension built, party whipped — crowd roared, Rush burned nostrils, heat flowed bodies, sex flooded street stream.
Slaves pumped full Rush — eyes glassy, climb cocks themselves, moan "fuck me, bitch!", lockcages drool ground precum, cocks jerk in cages but can't cum, wait third fifth cock in ass to unload somehow. Sturdy 27-year-old slave on all fours — two young guys fuck symmetrically, one thrusting cock through throat, the second into the pink wrecked hole stretched to the limit, cage swings sync with balls, he moans hoarse, strains back greedy, eyes cloudy, craves more, sweat lashes back, cum drips mouth corners. Around corner free guy grabs slave by lockcage, yanks to wall, crushes kiss, shoves Rush dose in mouth — "now suck with joy, scum", slave drops and gulps first thrust, cock fights bust from cage, next free guy swallows cum, thick sludge running down his chin.
Toe sat on some random steps, bit back — body burned, cock rock-hard in crotchrag. All around fucked and fucked, someone took ass, someone licked cum greedy from hole. Spit in mouth pass, piss on torso — marked-with-fluids guys, crowd hummed. Toe jerked through cloth, hand sticky, shame burned face but eyes stuck — small, aroused, alone.
Rake sliced crowd — ripped body gleamed and slipped easy past stranger hot bodies, mohawk stuck up, nipple rings caught light. He squatted by Toe, gaze slid face, hand in crotchrag. Shoulder rubbed Toe's — warm, heavy.
"Yo, bro. Lost?"
Toe froze, hand froze, cock throbbed. Rake pressed closer. Crowd flowed past, moans deafened but focus narrowed. Rake grabbed guy's neck, stroked, sounds and cum smell pushed back left in sight only this bold guy and his eyes.
"Don't get what's happening? Lost in all this?" breath hot on ear, hand squeezed harder.
Toe nodded, body answered itself and shifted closer, naive gaze flicked to Rake's crotch — jock low, cloth soaked sweat and precum.
Rake raised palm to nape, fingers rough stroked, pulled head short kiss:
"You're a good boy. All will be good, just find an owner to lean on. Got it?"
"Yeah..." Toe breathed out, voice shook, Rake's hand covered his cock.
Sudden Rake jammed nape down hard, Toe's nose buried in jock — musk smell hit, sweaty heavy mixed Rush, cloth salty on lips. Toe breathed deep, body shook.
"Open mouth, bitch," Rake growled, shifted jock aside. Cock burst out — thick, head gleams precum. Slammed sharp in mouth, stretched lips, throat clenched. Rhythm ragged rough — cock pounded balls-deep, drooled down Toe's chin and coated balls of guy fucking his face. Slap whipped cheek: "Deeper, pup, eat whole!"
Toe gulp, tears ran, tongue rubbed veins, spit bubbled. Rake spat in mouth over cock — thick salty sludge mixed precum. "Fuck, kid, your hole later, mouth already gold. Suck, bitch!"
Crowd around moaned louder, someone came nearby, Rush burned skin. Rake's cock pulsed, cum flooded — hot thick filled mouth, leaked lips. Toe coughed but swallowed. He stuck tongue with cum remnants.
Slap again — cheek flared. "Good, kid. Want that bad I fix your life? Help sign contract, find Owner — boom, life normal."
City roared, peak passed — Rake tucked cock in jock, nodded:
"Come."
Noise faded behind, bodies thinned. Rake strode sure, Toe trailed — mouth salty, cum settled throat, crotchrag soaked. Relief spread — not alone, direction.
"Contract. Protection, food, Rush. I lead, you follow. Got it?"
Toe nodded, step synced, body eased in rhythm. Rake eyed — pause short, wordless. Structure settled in guy simple clear.
New Slave, Old Slave
Veil Law zone jutted — cold light cut, walls clean empty. Inside quiet — metal hummed soft, air dry. Representative stood — gray uniform, gaze blank.
"Purpose."
Rake nodded at Toe:
"Lifetime Slavery, this fresh kid."
Sandtrace scan — palm on Toe's groin, light ran, beeped. Data blinked — free, fresh. Rake check — nod, clean.
"Loss of free movement. Permanent Chainband. Lockcage. Allowed impacts—pain, restraint, chem."
Pause. "Understand what happens next?"
Toe swallowed, throat clenched: "Yeah."
Contract lock: collar metal chilled neck, clicked, pulse hit. Lockcage clamped forever — tight, crushes cock, metal bit. Status flipped — beep, light died.
"Done, take your property."
Exit — noise returned, collar chafed neck, cage squeezed. Rake shoved shoulder — owned.
By midnight Rake reached beacon — sweat ran back, cock relaxed after head. Sand sat still, ribs showed, Bastion beside adjusted his lockcage, metal creaked under crotchrag, pressure stabbed balls.
"Bastion, bro, month no see, how?"
Bastion growled, shoulders tensed, sweat dropped temple:
"Need out city. Take to wastes, bro?"
Rake spat dust, nodded at Toe:
"Look, fresh meat. Contract, fuck off with us, or bros all stuck back-alley fucking, week to scrub Rush and cum."
Rake swept whole crew sure appraising gaze:
"Move, close one deal."
Slaves sold swapped round clock. Despite chaos and city-wide fucking grip.
Sand stood still — gaze down, body hunched, lockcage pressed hard. Buyer approached — stocky, gaze hooked: "Which pup you selling?"
Sandtrace scan — palm on groin, light blinked: wear medium, thrall. Buyer snorted:
"How much for that? Pull farm work?"
Rake nodded:
"Half-walk Rush plus Dust pack. Good deal."
Haggle short — pack switched, yesterday's cum burned Sand's back like brand. Rake eyed Sand:
"Route done. Back to buy out if price drops."
Sand nodded — empty, wordless. Handover — two short collar signals, buyer grabbed new slave's shoulder, dragged. Bastion stood by — gaze on Sand's neck, scar flared memory, body tensed silent.
Rake spat:
"Move."
Cold settled — deal closed.
Now sleep.
All three woke one room — morning, bodies heavy from sleep, Rake left them alone yesterday and up now, perky, mohawk tousled, jock low.
"All bros, grab goods and out, city sleeps week more, nothing left here. Don't pout, fuck you on road, get yours. Good two of you, haul plenty."
Rake nodded Bastion — loaded self wordless. Toe's hands shook slight, his first heavy pack and first trek unknown wastes, stepped close, took load. Bastion eyed — recognition slid, no pity.
Toe walked half-step back, collar chafed, cage squeezed on step, yesterday's cum in gut soothed. Rake ahead, Bastion side — shoulder to shoulder, silent.
Pause — no talk. Hierarchy glued crew: Rake leads, Bastion holds, Toe follows. Ready.
Steps echoed, wind blew dust in face. Toe looked back — lights blinked distance, hum muffled wind. Collar weighed more, cage pressed.
Bastion no look back — gaze forward, shoulders tensed. Rake checked blaster:
"Road calls."
Dust kicked under feet, city slid horizon. Quiet fell — crew marched void.
