Qin Shou swung the locker door open. Instantly, a suffocating, putrid wave of rancid foot sweat and stale testosterone blasted him in the face.
Buried within the mountain of filthy socks, Wu Haojun was a picture of absolute, breathtaking ruin. Thick drool hung from the corners of his mouth as his massive chest heaved with ragged, broken pants. It was a mercy that the heavy black leather blindfold covered his eyes; otherwise, Qin Shou would have seen the alpha’s deep, handsome eyes completely rolled back in mind-melting euphoria.
Below his neck, the coarse ropes bit ruthlessly into his massive, shredded pecs, binding the alpha’s proud chest into a shamelessly slutty, thrusting display. His slick skin was coated in a vile, humiliating glaze, a messy concoction of splattered cum, drool, sock lint, and grimy sweat.
His thick, masculine nipples were still locked in the jaws of the electrified clamps, violently twitching with every passing jolt. Yet, even while riding the devastating aftershocks of his orgasm, the swollen nubs refused to be flattened. Instead, they thrust outward, wildly engorged and furiously red, straining against the metal teeth. They were stubborn, unyielding, and desperately fighting back, just like their owner’s fiery temper.
But his posture told a completely different story. It was the ultimate picture of submissive degradation.
With his wrists hogtied brutally behind him, his back was arched sharply, thrusting his ass shamelessly forward. His powerful thighs and calves were bound tightly together, bent at the knees and splayed wide in a humiliating, frog-tied spread.
Forced into this helpless position, his violated, plug-stuffed hole was put on full, explicit display. Meanwhile, his massive, black-sock-sheathed erection remained pinned hard against his sculpted abs—almost as if his body was proudly showing off to his Master exactly how thoroughly he had been played with and broken.
"Mmmph! Mnnnnnnngh...!"
Sensing the sudden shift in airflow and realizing that Qin Shou was finally standing right in front of him, Wu Haojun began to thrash. Gagging around Liu Yang’s filthy sock, now completely saturated with his own pathetic drool, the fallen God of War let out a series of muffled, desperate groans of protest.
"Fuck..." Qin Shou muttered, his eyes raking over the impossibly sexy man before him.
Wu Haojun’s heavily muscled frame, practically steaming from the suffocating heat of the locker, was slick with a humiliating, glossy sheen of sweat and the musky stench of raw cum. As the alpha frantically squirmed, his massive cock, still encased in the missing pair of Liu Yang’s filthy black socks, twitched violently against his abs.
Thick, white strings of slutty semen, the last few spurts of his ruined orgasm, continued to seep through the dark fabric, swaying with his every movement. The entire air was thick with an indescribably heavy, intoxicating miasma of pure depravity.
Without a word, Qin Shou reached out and brutally yanked the sopping, drool-drenched gag out of Wu Haojun’s mouth.
"Motherfucker!! Qin Shou... you sick son of a bitch...!"
The very second the foul sock left his lips, Wu Haojun unleashed a venomous, furious string of curses.
Seeing the alpha’s body completely broken and displayed in such a shamelessly slutty state, yet his mouth still daring to be so defiant, Qin Shou didn’t feel the slightest ounce of anger. Instead, a dark, wicked surge of sadistic lust flared wildly in his gut, demanding immediate release. Inside his own pants, his cock gave an aggressive, heavy throb.
Without warning, Qin Shou raised his large hand and delivered a vicious, stinging slap right across Wu Haojun’s rock-hard, upward-thrusting cock.
"URGH-AH!!!"
Having just blasted his load moments ago, the alpha’s dick was in a state of excruciating oversensitivity. The sudden, brutal strike sent a blinding shockwave of agonizing stimulation straight through his nervous system, causing his jaw muscles to bulge violently.
An explosive surge of raw, masculine fury flooded Wu Haojun’s brain. In that fleeting second, he wanted nothing more than to break his restraints and smash a brutal elbow right into this sick bastard’s face, beating him to a bloody pulp.
Truth be told, with Wu Haojun’s combat skills, taking Qin Shou down in a fair fight would have been an absolute joke. But somehow, he always ended up trapped in this pathetic, humiliated state by the bastard’s hands, and every single time, the degradation only escalated.
"Heh... what a slutty little Captain," Qin Shou chuckled, his voice dripping with condescension.
"You just orgasmed your brains out right in front of your precious juniors, yet you still have the nerve to call me a bastard? I guess you really don’t appreciate all the hard work I put in for you."
Moving with deliberate, mocking tenderness, Qin Shou trailed a finger down the alpha’s glans. He caught a thick, viscous string of leftover cum, playfully stretching the sticky fluid between his fingers a few times, testing its slutty consistency.
With a wicked smirk, he slowly wiped the musky, white filth straight across Wu Haojun’s rugged, unyielding cheek.
It was a mesmerizing sight. With the heavy leather blindfold obscuring the top half of his face, leaving only the sharp bridge of his nose and his aggressively handsome, masculine jawline exposed, this tough, heavily muscled Captain looked absolutely, breathtakingly depraved.
The contrast was devastating, a fierce God of War, permanently marked and corrupted as nothing more than a used, submissive toy.
Qin Shou paused, admiring his masterpiece. But it seemed he still wasn't quite satisfied.
With a slow, deliberate stroke, he used his fingers to smear the sticky fluid evenly along Wu Haojun’s sharp, masculine jawline. He made sure the entire lower half of the alpha’s handsome face, right below his strong nose, was coated in a glistening layer of his own slutty, musky cum.
"Damn, you even blasted a huge puddle all over the metal door," Qin Shou sneered, his tone dripping with mock astonishment.
"Was having junior Liu Yang’s rancid sock wrapped around your cock really that good? You shot so hard... here, take a whiff. Smell just how slutty your own juices are~"
Qin Shou knew perfectly well that mocking him like this would only fuel the alpha’s explosive rage. But that was exactly what he wanted. There was something undeniably, intoxicatingly sexy about the contrast: a fierce, hot-tempered God of War reeking of such sheer, shameless depravity.
If it weren’t for the very real risk of having his fingers bitten completely off by the furious alpha, Qin Shou would have shoved two fingers right into Wu Haojun's mouth just to stir up more trouble.
"Hmm? Not gonna say anything?" Qin Shou smirked, leaning in.
"Well, if you’re gonna give me the silent treatment, I guess I’ll just leave~"
"Fuck you! Motherfucker, Qin Shou, if I ever agree to play this sick game with you again, I'm a fucking pig!"
Panic flared in Wu Haojun’s chest, completely betraying his tough exterior.
The memory of that terrifying, heart-stopping moment, when his junior had almost fully opened the locker, only to be repelled by the putrid stench of their sweaty feet, was still burning in his mind.
If it wasn't for that foul smell, his reputation would be completely ruined by now!
Didn't you promise you'd make sure it was safe?!
He was in absolutely no mood to play along with Qin Shou’s twisted teasing. All he could do was snarl, throwing out desperate, hollow threats in a futile attempt to regain some semblance of control.
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