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Drakengard 3 Branch W (Camp)
🕑 Added 2024-12-01 10:57:58 +0000 UTC“You have got to be shitting me.” Dito stood before Decadus, the larger man sweating bullets as his back was up against the stone wall. One of Dito’s hands was used to block Decadus from moving and the other was playing the pink materially peeking out of Decadus’ pants. “You know. I knew you were a freak but this is a little much.” Dito thumbed the pink underwear that he had spotted earlier, pulling a little at the soft silk. “You can’t tell him about this.” Decadus said, half with a moan, speaking about Zero “At least. Not yet.” The other disciple just smirked. “Alright. I should at least have my own fun first.” Before Decadus could react, Dito took his coat collar and brought him down. Falling to his hands and knees, Decadus found his head between Dito’s thighs. The taller man simply moaned as Dito reached into the back of his pants and started pulling out his underwear. Dito just rolled his eyes as the pink panties escaped the man’s pants and showed off the lace details that ran along the sides and leg holes. The kneeling man’s underwear cut deeper into his behind with each yank that only caused him to moan out as they rubbed up against his growing erection. The pink material quickly stretched up with Dito’s pull, getting up to the top of the short man’s head. Adjusting his grip, Dito took the material from the leg holes and began pulling. Each one caused a moan to come from Decadus with a wimper as the underwear stretched upwards. Decadus’s head fell from Dito’s thighs and to the ground as he lost strength. Dito just sighed and took the band of the panties once again. The stretched out material easily pulled over the larger man’s back and upon his head, the elastic snapping against his forehead. Decadus held onto his throbbing moist crotch as Dito moved behind him. “Who said you could lay down?” Dito asked. Decadus’s baggy pants had fallen to show his muscular behind with the tight pink material coming from between his cheeks. Dito began to slap the man’s bare behind and laughed to himself. “You enjoying this, you pervert?”The wedgied man simply moaned as he continued to be toyed with by Dito. “Well, are you?” Dito asked again, delivering a harder spank this time. “Yes! Please. More!” The sub moaned out as his ass deepened in color. The spanking had continued for several minutes, Dito finally stopping when Decadus’s behind was deep red and the pink panties were starting to be soaked in the man’s cum. Dito took a couple steps back and watched the man suffer and climax in his wedgie. The andenoline had started to wear off and he went to wipe the Decadus’ cum from his hand on his pants. Instead of his shorts, he patted his bare legs. He looked down and found his pants on the ground, his tightie whities printed with small dragons were exposed, and a pair of shoes behind him. “Come on now Dito. No use in Decadus having all the fun.” Before Dito could respond he felt a person grab onto the waistband of his underwear and start pulling them up. While Dito was busy giving lashings to Decadus’ behind; Cent had entered the scene. He had pulled down the sadist’s shorts to his ankles and simply watched while Dito was blinded by vision tunnel on the spanking he was administering. Now that the disciple had caught on, he made his move. Dito’s feet barely touched the ground with each yank upwards that Cent gave to the cartoon briefs. Cent led Dito’s hands through his leg holes as the material continued to stretch out up his body. The white material covered the man’s chest and back as with each bounce they rose higher and higher. The pantless disciple just groaned and held onto his bulge as the fabric compressed it and cut into his ass. Cent lifted Dito up as the leg holes stretched over his shoulders. He led him to some unlit temple torches and hooked the sides of the underwear to two different lamps, leaving Dito hanging in a shoulder wedgie. “Don’t worry Decadus, I’ll give you a hand.” Cent grimaced as he turned the man over and found him in a puddle of his own seed. The throbbing wet bulge of the wedgied disciple kept his entirety of his balls and member encased in the pink fabric as if Decadus had made sure he would feel every bit of pain from the wedgie. Cent used the scarf around his belt as a glove to pick up the front of the wet fabric. He dragged the man over to a different lamp post and snagged the front of the panties onto it to leave him hanging. Decadus moaned as the panties cut deeper into his crotch as his cum drizzled down his legs, his pants now on the ground. Every once and a while a new climax would fountain out cum through the fabric to show his overwhelming joy. “Damn? Are you really into that?” “Don’t knock it till you try it.” Cent jumped back as Octa appeared next to him. The older looking man just gave a smirk and ran around Cent. In a flash Octa had stripped Cent of nearly all of his clothing, the only thing left on him was his underwear. His face grew red now that he was left standing in just a white speedo that showed off his bulge. He covered it and turned his back to Octa, showing that his butt was already eating the spandex with the bottom of his cheeks sticking out. “How did you do that so fast!?” “You aren’t the first man to experience my advanced stripping techniques.” The perverted man said as he took the back of Cent’s underwear. “And your butt seems as excited as I am for what is about to happen.” Despite Cent’s protests Octa started yanking up on the already tight material. The younger man groaned as the white spandex pressed up against his hole. A dull moan escaped his lips as Octa stretched the material up his back. Under the expert hand of the sex addict, Cent’s speedo reached the back of his skull in a matter of yanks. The front of the speedo covered his stomach as Octa pulled the speedo over the top of Cent’s head. With a snap the atomic wedgie was completed as the back of the speedo was hooked under Cent’s chin. The man’s legs were limp as he fell, Octa’s grasp of the material coming out of his butt cheeks the only thing keeping from falling to the ground completely. Octa dragged Cent by his speedo to where the other wedgied disciples were hanging. With his leg holes stretching out as he was pulled along, Cent’s own erection popped out from his constricting underwear. The back of the spandex was hooked up next to Decadus, still in bliss from his atomic wedgie and hanging melvin. Octa ignored Dito’s demands to be released from his hanging shoulder wedgie, the man’s face still hidden by the cartoon briefs that stretched out to almost his entire height. Octa just skipped away to let the three enjoy their wedgies. “Oh Lord Zero.” He said in a sing-songy voice “I think the other disciples gave me a fun idea for our late night activities.”
