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The Ravager of the World (Lord DreamCrusher x Evendur)

Lord DreamCrusher

Lord DreamCrusher

Primal yet Intelligent, Savage yet Sophisticated
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Feb 17, 2018
Location
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The morning light shined through the trees and caught the wisps of fog that lingered upon the ground as four hoofs trampled the moist foliage beneath them, small hints of steam rising as the water boiled away from contact with the hot metal horseshoes. It was spring, and so the air was crisp but not terribly cold. It wouldn't take long for the sunlight to warm things up, though the woods would block much of that from reaching the loamy earth. Ul-Ruk, a powerfully built centaur, moved through the wood with relative ease. But this was not his home or a part of his territory, no he had long since lost anything resembling that. He was a pariah, an outcast; exiled from his tribe because of his actions, because of his nature. "Pure Evil" they called him, and perhaps they were right. What they hadn't counted on was the prophesy foretold of his kind, of one that would seek to ravage the world...

Ul-Ruk's hand shifted to adjust the collar of his breastplate. The thick armor was tinted a verdant green in color due to the rare, nature-infused metal that created it. Living Steel they called it and it would knit itself together much like flesh would close and heal from a wound. It covered the thick, rippling musculature of his torso beneath it but much of his equine half still showed the truth of his strength all the same beneath the short, black coat. There were beings stronger in the world, of that he held no doubt, but he was still a proud specimen of his kind and he knew it. They were all too soft, too weak to take what they wanted. His exile had proven difficult at times but he was all the stronger for it since it had taught him how to live on his own. That didn't change the desires that burned in his chest though and he wanted, no needed more than just these passing days of wandering travel and scraping by a living.

Everything he carried upon his person had been found, stolen, or bought. While centauri weren't exactly welcome among the human settlements they weren't shunned either, just regarded with suspicion. His harpoon for example, claimed from a fallen ogre that had forced a local town to outfit him with appropriately-sized equipment. Meanwhile his magical pit that could store things and keep them weightless had been taken from some smale, scaly lizards who had attacked him for getting too close to their territory, that hadn't ended well for them. In general though, the remainder of his motley collection of food, drink, and items of convenience had come from shops scattered about the various towns. He hated the necessity of doing odd jobs for others just to earn a little coin and yet he had swallowed such pride and done them all the same; turning the coin into useful trinkets and making his life a little easier each time. His frustration was reaching crescendo however and he was more than ready to return to his old ways; the very things that had seen him kicked out of his home. Murder, rape, theft. Was it so wrong to take what he desired for himself? Others claimed it was but he just figured they were too cowardly to act out the things they tried not to let their minds linger upon.

In any case, he had heard from the last village that he was heading in the right direction to find some border towns in the wilds. This lingering peace was simply too much for him and he supposed that any opportunity to partake in some violence would be a good one...even if it had to be against bandits instead of the sad and pathetic commoners that hid within their homes when a blade was drawn in their presence. It was during these musings that his attention was drawn by movement not far off. A brief glimpse of milky white caught in his mind before he turned and zeroed in on the source. Someone else was out here in these woods, they were alone. His mind considered the distance traveled so far and a wicked smile grew upon his face. No one would hear screams from this far surely, no one would miss one lost wanderer in the forest. Sneaking was not his forte but in this instance he tried his best to creep closer and see what he could learn about this individual, this one he marked for prey.

Stealth to sneak closer to Cael: [1d20+1]=16+1=17

I know Cael has a good Perception and will almost assuredly spot him but still making the attempt because hey, Ul-Ruk doesn't know that AND Cael doesn't have his template yet so his stats would be lower.
 
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On the opposite end of the coin, the forest's other inhabitant this morning had a very different outlook on life. Cael, an equine Anumus, was part of a race of anthropomorphic animals that were regarded mostly with fascination at this point in their lives, as they were still fairly rare for most common folk to see. His body was halfway between stallion and mare, which Ul-Ruk would see as he approached, intent on what were surely wholesome things like sitting down for a cup of tea and chatting. Cael was an oracle by birth and trade, a magical sort who suffered from a curse in exchange for divine powers. His own were that of a healer, focused on helping people and making their lives better. His curse wasn't all that terrible for the most part. He'd heard stories in the big cities of Oracles who were badly burned, or who had very limited vision, or a wasting disease, and all other sorts of terrible things. The equine male's curse was simply that he would become violently ill if he didn't keep his word. This curse is what found him out in the forest alone on this spring morning. He'd been traveling since leaving Magnimar, and come across this small village where he'd stopped to rest, and provide care for people in exchange for food and lodging. He was a kind sort, and very personable as well, so it wasn't hard to make living arrangements in smaller towns that didn't cost him any coin.

His curse wasn't anything terribly bad in a physical sense, though, once people knew that he couldn't break his word, some had used it to get him into some rather unfortunate situations, or agree to help on quests that he'd much rather not take part in for one reason or another. The time he'd ended up covered in a rat swarm in a cave while his party fought the orc cleric that was poisoning the water supply? Bleh, it still gave him the shivers.

While he'd been caring for a man who had contracted filth fever, he'd been out of a particular mushroom that he needed for a cure. He wasn't a strong enough caster yet to be able to magically cure diseases, and having promised his wife that he'd do what he could to heal the man, he was out here looking for a large, red and purple mottled mushroom to finish making his antidote with. He was certain that some grew out here, but he was having no luck at all finding them. He wore a black, skintight bodysuit for armor, made of spider silk. It was not the armor that he'd wanted, but, his last set had been destroyed by a rust monster on a recent quest he'd been hired on for, and when he took his earnings to replace it, this was the only item the shop had that offered him enough flexibility. It just really showed off his round ass and hips, things that Cael tried to downplay as much as possible.

Currently that dark, large rear was pointed in the direction of the approaching centaur that the oracle failed to hear approaching, engrossed in his search for mushrooms, crawling around on the forest floor, honour bound to find this particular fungi. His long white hair was currently tied back in a ponytail that matched his actual ponytail, to keep it out of his face as he looked.

Survival [1d20+4]=1+4=5
Perception (Should have an additional -1, and forgot distance penalty, so, you succeed) [1d20+11]=8+11=19
 
Despite his size, Ul-Ruk was lucky that the individual was so distracted. That, plus the foliage and trees afforded him cover through which to approach. His brown eyes scanned up and down the figure's body, noting the skin-tight suit and how it perfectly displayed the curvaceous form of the individual. He wasn't much familiar with the Anumus, never having seen one before, so the equine appearance was certainly interesting to say the least. Once more the centaur looked around to try and ensure they were alone. He was no pushover in battle but he didn't want to be interrupted. Satisfied that they were as alone as he could possibly hope for, he continued to push inward and approach the object of his desire.

His mind raced with his desires. How did he want to abuse this individual first? The bulge between the individual's thighs caught his note and he smirked in the realization that this was not a female as he first suspected. That didn't bother him of course, it would change nothing about what was to come. After a moment or two in his brain he conjured a rough plan. Ul-Ruk would abuse the poor thing first, physically and mentally. When he was through with that he'd rape him and, only after that, would he decide if he'd kill them or drag them along for a while longer.

"It must be my lucky day." He said in a deep, commanding tone that effortlessly rolled from his tongue. Ul-Ruk reached forward and slapped that meaty ass hard, leaving his hand behind to grope and squeeze while his other hand reached forward and pulled back on the long, blonde ponytail that was a perfect leash in this instance. "Not very perceptive are you? All the better for me, I'm not much for sneaking normally." There was a pause in conversation as the centaur's right hand continued to squeeze forcefully against the soft but protective material of the male Anumus' suit. Oh how much fun he was planning on having with this piece of ass.

Grapple Check: [1d20+17]=7+17=24

I'm assuming that succeeds but Cael can wiggle free if that's actually a failure or such.
 
Cael continued looking around the forest, growing increasingly frustrated at his lack of success with finding the ingredient he was hoping to find. The equine knew that he wasn't a survivalist or a forager, but it shouldn't be hard to find something that brightly fricking coloured! He was about to start cursing when he heard a twig snap, and then start to hiss like it was being burned behind him. Though, before he could turn around, a powerful hand dented his round ass with a slap that was felt easily, even through his armor. "Oww! Fuck!" The oracle cried out as he was caught off guard by such a strong, and brazen move. "Eep!" He said as a hand grabbed his ponytail, and he was pulled further into the grasp of something large and rather amorous.

"H-Hi!" Cael squeaked out as he was taunted for his lack of awareness, a blush coming to his face as it was becoming increasingly clear what the voice behind him wanted with the smaller male. "W-What can I do for you, do you require healing? I've got plenty of spells left for the day if you need some aid. I was busy trying to find some mushrooms for someone back in the village, so, no, I didn't see you approach." He replied, squirming some against that grip, finding it oddly hard to break free. The handsy male's hands were so large, they aggressively cupped his ass cheek, and held it fairly well.

"So, uh, if you don't need any healing, I should probably get going then..." He replies as he tries further to escape from this potential suitor that he does not wish to experience.

Easily defeats his FCMD, and the poor Oracle is unable to roll high enough to beat your CMD to escape.
 
"Healing? No, I don't need healing." Ul-Ruk chuckled as the male squirmed futilely in his grip. His hold wasn't perhaps the most secure one logistically but he was very good at keeping others in place. "You on the other hand, you might want to save that healing for yourself." As he said this, the centaur pushed himself forward and pushed the effeminate equine against the tree he had been standing next to. His left hand still held onto that ponytail with a firm grip but now his right hand shifted off of that posterior and began searching for a way to remove that damnable body suit.

At first Ul-Ruk tried to pull on it, testing to see if he could just tear it open or off of the body, but it was surprisingly spongy and resilient which suggested it was not an ordinary material. Undeterred, his hand kept searching the body for any sort of lacing or otherwise that might provide what he was seeking. "Out here, all alone. Bent over with ass in the air. You're not going anywhere. Once I figure out how to remove this suit, I'm going to have so much fun with you. Tell me, do you like pain?"

Grapple check to maintain (includes the +5 bonus for Cael not breaking free): [1d20+22]=9+22=31

With that success, Ul-Ruk Pins Cael.
 
"U-Uhm, why would that be? if you don't mind me asking?" Cael asked nervously as he was shuffled forward against the thick tree that was in front of them, pressed up against the rough bark by this still unknown assailant, the other male's strong grip preventing him from turning around and seeing who exactly was grabbing and groping him. Eventually, the probing hand would find the quick release clasp, located between his slightly soft pecs, and once disengaged, the whole suit fell to the ground, leaving the increasingly worried and embarrassed equine in his smallclothes. Which consisted of a pink half-shirt and thong. His ass was too large for briefs usually, so he wore thongs for convenience, and no other reason...

"N-No Sir...I don't enjoy pain..." The oracle replied, feeling like a piece of meat being dangled for a predator. And he couldn't cast any of his spells while pinned down like that. He was worried, but was just trying to not freak out and endure this. How bad could it be, really? He'd had sex with other human males before.
 
When he found the quick release it came as a surprise, activating it without exactly knowing what to expect. When the suit just immediately fell away however it caused him to chuckle again, this male was either a complete glutton for punishment or the most pure and innocent type he'd ever seen. Regardless of the truth, he knew this would be all the sweeter as he saw those cheeks peer out around the thong that lay nestled between. "Because I'm going to hurt you." The response was simple yet sinister, the darkness practically spilled forth from his breath as he said the words aloud.

With the suit out of the way he debated briefly how best to proceed and decided that he wanted to toy with the male a little bit. Ul-Ruk reached back to his pack and fished around the interior, spending more time that he'd otherwise need while he was focusing on keeping his prey pinned. At last he pulled out the rough metal that he sought, a jingling of the short chain that bound them surely carrying to the equine's ears. He brought the manacles around and released his grip on that ponytail at last, needing both hands to properly lock the metal restraints around his prisoner's wrists. They clamped down with a satisfying click before the centaur inserted and twisted the key to lock them shut at last. It was here that he released his hold completely and gave the male a chance to turn and look at him properly. Surely he couldn't cast spells with his hands bound and there was no way this two legs would outrun his own four.

He stepped back and all but ignored his quarry while he placed a small, black cloth onto the ground. Flickering images of creatures and objects dance upon the surface as he spreads the cloth out and it widens, growing into a deep hole that contained a variety of items that the centaur didn't readily need at any given time. "You can try running but you won't escape me. Just need the right tool for the job." As he said this, Ul-Ruk reached knelt down and reached into the hole with one arm as he searched for the jagged chains he'd ripped off of a creature not too long ago.

He'd tried to dominate that individual into submission but failed, instead having to beat them down until at last ripping off a set of chains that was otherwise attached to their body. Ul-Ruk didn't know this had been a Kyton, specifically a Chain Devil, and that he shouldn't have been able to accomplish such a feat so he just wrote the meeting off as strange and kept the chains for later use. The pain they inflicted was great, as he knew from experience, and he planned on using them to make good on his promise to the male before him.


I'm not going to bother rolling grapple checks unless he wants to do something specific in this instance. His bonus to maintain is higher than Cael's CMD I believe. +22
 
"B-But, why would you want to do that?" Cael asked with a nervous chuckle as he found himself in increasing states of both distress and undress as his interactions with his assailant continued. His ears flicked as the manacles were produced from the other male's pack, and even though the Anumus squirmed, he was physically unable to escape his captor's grasp as his arms were locked behind him. As he was let go he turned around, and saw that his captor was a large, beefy centaur. It was almost amusing in a way, as they were both different interpretations of a creature that was part horse, part human. Sadly, Cael felt that he did not have time to reflect and chat about the zoological implications of their two bodies.

When the centaur mentioned he wouldn't be able to outrun him, the femboy believed him. He was fast, but, he couldn't outrun an actual horse, and his attacker's body was that of an actual horse! The larger male kneeling put them face to face briefly, as he reached into his bag and pulled out a pile of spiked chain that seemed to leak a dark energy, and radiated as so evil that Cael didn't need to cast a spell to tell that they were bad news, and that he did not want those anywhere near him. His ears lowered as he trembled before the other male. "N-No, that's alright, really, that's not necessary...Would you like me to suck your dick? I can do that if you want..." He offered, trying to sound eager instead of an inch away from pissing himself in fear.
 
"Why? Well because I'm pure evil of course. That's what I was told anyway...I'll leave that for you to decide." He grunted slightly as he griped the chains and pulled them from the pit. They were coarse, rough, and covered in sharp spikes and blades that bit through even his toughened skin. A slight bit of blood oozed from his fist but it was a minor concern, adding perhaps only a bonus to the otherwise terrifying sight of the chains themselves. Unbeknownst to him, this also would strengthen his command of the evil held within the object when the time came. Dark rituals often hungered for sacrifice and they cared not if the individual knew exactly what they were doing.

Ul-Ruk closed the pit and returned the cloth to his belt, standing up and stepping slowly closer to his prey. This was when the male tried to offer something else as an out from torture, the offer only making him laugh at the eagerness of the Anumus to be subjected to rape and defilement over pain. "Hahaha, so eager for sex are you?" As he stood, the centaur relaxed the retrator muscles that kept his cock tucked safely within his body. The massively thick shaft extended outward and dropped down to hang between his horse-half, so meaty and prominent with the black shaft that blended into bright pink near the tip, and he knew it would draw the eye to it immediately. "That will come later, don't worry. You can choke on my cock once I've decided you are ready for it. After all, you'll want to get me nice and ready before I ruin that asshole of yours. Going in dry would be a bad idea...for you."

With each step close that he took, Ul-Ruk's shaft bobbed and flopped around with the momentum. He was savoring the anticipation of what was to come but this was not enough to see him towards a proper erection, not yet in any case. Behind the obscene manhood was a heavy pair of dark, leathery balls that could easily cover the face of any individual of average size and they emanated a musky smell of natural pheromones and the lingering remnants of any grime or sweat that accumulated. After all, cleaning himself was not an easy task when there were so many places that his arms just could not reach. "First things first, you won't need this sissy undershirt any more." His left hand extended out and gripped the fabric firmly before pulling hard, trying to tear the fabric and rip the top off of the effeminate male to completely expose his torso.


Rolling for damage against his hand as he grabs the Kyton Chains: [1d4]=4

It actually bypasses his DR and cuts him a little bit. Will say for theme that his own blood actually helps him along in regards to the process of turning Cael into an Apostle Kyton.

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Strength Check to break Cael's undershirt: [1d20+6]=10+6=16

That should probably do it. Common fabric isn't terribly resilient.
 
"Oh my god..." Cael said, his jaw dropping as the centaur fully produced those chains, and they started making their user bleed, which only added to their devilish appearance. "P-Pure Evil?! Oh come on, no one's that bad, really." The Anumus said, trying to dismiss the terrible thoughts that the larger male was looking to visit upon his body. "I-If you want to set those chains down, I can heal your hand and then we could go have some fun together without all these metal things. I bet you'll feel a whole lot better once you've drained those heavy nuts of yours..." He offered, not wanting those infernal looking metal loops anywhere near him.

The oracle blushed as he was taunted about being eager for sex, to exchange the other male's quicker gratification as an alternative to being hit with those wicked looking chains. As the centaur shifted, Cael swore that he could hear the equine shaft of the larger male descending and pressing out. He also had an equine shaped member, though the femboy's was a bit larger and thicker than a human's whereas this other one was at least the size of his forearm, probably longer. It glistened with the moisture of Ul-Ruk's arousal, and the restrained male felt like a ballista was being pointed at him.

Cael winced as his shirt was removed, well, destroyed rather, and his soft pink nipples were put on display for the other inhabitant of the forest. "T-That's fine, it was kind of warm anyways..." He replied, despite his nipples getting stiff once exposed to the air.
 
The words were amusing but they didn't sway the centaur and that much was plain to see upon his face. Ul-Ruk's eyes remained slightly narrowed, akin to a predator sizing up prey, and his strong jawline remained set in place as he tore the pink shirt free and allowed his gaze to drink in the sight of the petite frame and the short, white coat the male possessed. Even now he tried to offer his body for pleasure while doing everything in his power to remain non-confrontational. "How pathetic you are. So frightened, so weak, so powerless." He extended the chains in his hands, being more careful now that he could see them so as to avoid getting cut further, and began to loop them around Cael's upper body.

First the centaur crossed the chain from underneath one armpit and over the chest around the opposite shoulder, then he repeated the process from the other direction. Once that was in place and biting into the Anumus' skin, he wrapped it around some more around the center of Cael's chest. The length was tight upon the boy's body but still loose enough to wiggle and shift slightly, all the better to grind and tear at the skin with every movement he made, and the ends were met behind his back only to be held in place by another lock that Ul-Ruk fished out from his backpack. As much as possible throughout this whole event, he kept his brown eyes locked onto Cael's bright blue ones. This was enjoyable to Ul-Ruk, causing pain to others, and he wanted to see all the micro expressions of pain and despair play upon his prisoner's face as the reality settled in. "The more you move, the more the spikes will pierce you; the more the blades with rip into your flesh. It would take you a long time to die from this, but it would be agony the entire time."

To prove his point, Ul-Ruk slapped the smaller equine across the face with a casual effort. Of course, the centaur was possed with mighty muscles so even a half-hearted attempt would no doubt sting across Cael's face. The more violently Cael twisted his body from the sting of the strike, the worse the chains would harm him. Ul-Ruk didn't need to manipulate the metal, he just needed to torment the mind to make his captive hurt himself.
 
Cael watched as the Centaur looked down at him with a predatory, hungry face as he was cornered against this tree. Ul-Ruk was hungry, hopefully just in a sexual way, while the Anumus did everything that he could to make himself a less enticing meal for the aroused centaur. His words were insulting, as well as it sounded a bit like he pitied or felt sorry for the femboy, though, that may have just been his imagination trying to escape what was happening here. The metal was uncomfortably warm as it was pressed to his flesh, he could feel an unholy heat from it. "No, please, don't do this!" He pleaded as the bloody chains encircled his body and were locked in place behind him. Almost immediately, as the equine shifted, the new shirt produced results. "Oww! Fuck!" He yelped in pain as a small cut was made on his ab, and a little blood started to leak out.

Then that meaty hand connected with his complaining face, and the oracle was practically knocked off his feet, one leg lifting before his muscles stiffened and caught him. "Oh gods, why?!" He cried out more loudly in pain as many more cuts appeared on his torso and arms of the poor Anumus. "I-It hurts! Please take them off!" He begged, looking up into those brown, uncaring eyes of his tormentor. He already looked to not be doing so hot after that slap and the bite of the metal surrounding his body. His light fur starting be turned crimson from the wounds. His body exploded in a holy light, his wounds and Ul-Ruk's both being healed by his ability. "Please, don't do this, I'll be good! Take them off, they feel so gross!" He complained, trying to stay still so as to not cut himself more.

Channel Energy for 17 HP healed to both, which will remove the chain damage and the nonlethal from that vicious slap.
 
The channeled energy washed over both of them and healed not only the bleeding wounds of the anumus but also the minor cut upon Ul-Ruk's hand. He looked at his palm as it closed up and shrugged, the magic was always useful but of course he was far from done in tormenting this poor creature he had stumbled upon. The cries of pain and the pleading from the smaller male only fueled his depravity, cock twitching beneath him as a shiver of delight flowed through it. But it was here that the centaur decided to step back again and just allow Cael to wallow in his predicament.

Satisfied that the chains would serve his purpose, Ul-Ruk pulled one of his waterskins from his belt and took a long couple of swigs from its contents. He carried two, enough to hold water for an entire day, but of course these were appropriately sized for his bulk and could each hold about a gallon apiece. This one in particular was half full of mead, poured from a keg he kept in his magical pit. The honeyed alcohol splashed against his tongue and warmed his chest, there really was nothing quite like a bit of inebriation even if it was so difficult for him to truly get drunk.

While the centaur drank from his skin he kept eye contact and watched the boy try to stand still and maintain his balance, each time he shifted there'd be a sharp point to remind him what would happen. There was no pity in his expression, no remorse. Ul-Ruk's face was hard as steel with only a faint curling of his lips to show his satisfaction. When he had drank his fill for the moment and placed the skin back upon his waist, he spoke again. "They aren't supposed to feel good. I want you to hurt, I want you to suffer. Causing you pain brings me pleasure."

Closing the gap once more he lifted his right front hoof off the ground and displayed it to the anumus, showing the exotic metal horseshoe that glowed a dull reddish-orange with heat, a distinctive pattern emblazoned upon the ring. The symbols were small and likely foreign to the anumus' eyes but to one versed in the Sylvan language they would read "Hokishiss Ubraku" which roughly translated to common as "Brutal Agony". Then, slowly, he brought it closer to Cael's exposed stomach and began to hold it in place as the heat started to sear, burning the image slowly into the body.

Looking up the Chain Devil chains, I was wrong. They are 2d4 instead of 1d4. Of course, it doesn't much matter since Ul-Ruk's been healed regardless thanks to the channel energy.

So, not sure how you want to deal with the lingering damage every round he moves, but I wouldn't add any strength to the chains personally. Probably just roll the 2d4 straight when it applies but that's up to you. In any case I'll roll my damage for future strikes as well moving forward since you seem interested in tracking it for the healing magic.

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1 fire damage to Cael from the Fever Iron. Plus, y'know, whatever check you desire to see if Cael can resist wiggling from the pain.
 
It wasn't too hard to stand still, at least at first. Cael wore a comfy pair of boots, and so, he was able to remain still for a little while, while the centaur just sat there and watched him, drinking. A few moments ago, the equine hadn't been thirsty, but, watching someone drink when you can't has a way of making you envious. His mouth started to dry with each glug that Ul-Ruk took from his waterskin. His tongue slipped out over his lips to try and combat the drying sensation that was making them feel like a desert even though it was fairly nice and temperate where they were in the forest.

Then his captor was very blunt and overt about his intentions, and why he was doing this. He was a sadist, he got off on seeing others in pain. The bound equine male was his plaything, and he wanted to see him bleed and scream. At first, Cael didn't understand what was happening with the reddish horseshoe, but when he was pressed against the tree and it started to sear his fur and flesh. He screamed with his newfound realization and pain. The poor femboy pissed himself from the intensity as he thrashed in the chains, as branding like that would take half a minute of contact as he could not make his body not squirm.

Several lacerations and holes were made in his body, turning his torso fur red from the blood that started to leak from those wounds. When Ul-Ruk finally pulled away, the oracle looked halfalive, slumping down to his butt on the forest floor. This left a bloody trail up the tree as he was now on the ground, and could see that mottled shaft of his tormentors even better at this point, it looked to be throbbing with his arousal over the pain that was being inflicted.

Cael took about 18 damage from the hoof and chain over those 3 rounds.

I actually think that you wouldn't need to brand him again. Since, it occurred before he got his new powers, so, that would just be the default state of his body when he got the powers.
 
When all was said and done, when his mark was burned into the Anumus' stomach and his limp body slid down to sit on the ground, Ul-Ruk was more than satisfied that his toy had been properly warmed up. Of course, the wetness around the male's thighs and legs was less of blood and more of urine as he'd lost control of his bladder from the sheer amount of fear and panic coursing through him but that only spurred the centaur on. There was practically nothing that Cael could do to stop this from continuing to a pleasurable end, pleasurable at least for Ul-Ruk.

"Broken, bleeding, dazed..." Pointing his hoof towards the once pink crotch of the thong, now dark in color as it was soaked clean through. "...disheveled." That was enough torture for the sake of torture, at least for now. He wanted to violate the femboy while he was still alive after all. Any potential death could be determined once his balls were emptied. "Where is your healing magic? Or was that all you can conjure?" The deep booming voice was thick with contempt. Truly he found this weakling a pathetic specimen that he could all too easily break. Not that he wasn't having fun of course, but there was no challenge here. "What was that you said before? You'll suck my dick?" He teased with a cruel smile. "Get to it now and don't forget the balls. You'll want to lather every inch with your spit, otherwise it's going to hurt a hell of a lot more when I plow your ass."

As he spoke his taunting words, pressuring Cael to be the one to initiate the first sexual contact, he flexed the muscles of his shaft and forced the end to rise rapidly in a display of just how powerful the dick truly was. The length straightened and the tip flew upward, slapping against the centaur's underbelly with an audible thud, and sending a small globule of precum flinging off in Cael's general direction. Ul-Ruk could feel his cock holding at roughly half mast, still drooping towards the ground to an extent but definitely pleased by the cries of pain he had witnessed. Another strand of thin, runny precum began to ooze out of the tube of his urethra and stretch downward as the viscous nature fought against the pull of gravity. "Well? I'm waiting. Clean them with your mouth, then we'll see how much your little mouth can really swallow. That is, unless you were lying to me earlier?"
 
Cael was a mess of several bodily fluids. Sweat, blood, and urine. He panted with pain as his captor degraded him for breaking so easily, for not being strong and tough like him. He swallowed to try and clear his throat to be able to speak. Breathing too hard was pain as well at this point, making his wounds shift or causing the chains to dig into him more. Not to mention the arch shaped brand around his belly button from the centaur's heated hoof. Closing his eyes to concentrate, another burst of healing magic eventually left the oracle, and his wounds closed mostly up, but not completely. His cheeks were blushing with what blood he had left in his body as the larger male finally talked about allowing his bound Anumus to suck dick and have this over with.

The smaller male struggled to his knees, crying out in more pain as he was cut up some more by the chains, crawling under the horse where that two foot long member bobbed with arousal and dripped with need. He had to make it all the way down to the balls, getting cut up more in the process, though, he seemed to be learning how to move with them, as it wasn't as bad that time. Those balls were each as large as his fist, and covered in a dark, musky flesh that was as invasive and dominating as it's owner. It flooded his nostrils and coated his tonfue as he made his first lick, Cael grimacing and shivering as the collected salty sweat ran down his tongue as he swallowed, before going back in for another.

He'd work over those heavy nuts, becoming a little musk drunk as the process took a while and the scent addled his brain. He started groaning softly, somewhat like a mare centaur would if she were to kneel and service Ul-Ruk's hindquarters.
 
Ul-Ruk too moaned as his prey began to work, well more groaning perhaps as the warm and wet tongue took small and exploratory licks over the sensitive flesh of his hefty sack. He knew he was gifted, that not only his cock but also his balls were large even by the impressive standards set by his species and from regular horses, and that was a major point of pride to him every time he could make it known.

At first he was relatively patient, knowing that the process of licking over the entirely of his balls alone would take time, however his patience was extremely limited in truth. Cael was working of his own accord and obeying his will, this was good, but the feminine moans his throat was emanating weren't enough for the centaur. "Come on you sissy slut, I told you to clean them with your mouth. If all you give are those tiny little licks then we'll be here all day. Work that tongue! Get those lips involved! Suck on them like they are the sweetest treat you've ever tasted!" For emphasis he stamped his right front hoof into the ground, the same hoof that had burned into the anumus' stomach. Of course, each of his hooves had matching shoes with the same markings and magical metal, but the subtle nod to this being the same one should hopefully add a little more enthusiasm from his little pet. "Don't forget you've got to service every inch of my cock as well..."

Intimidate (Influence Attitude): [1d20+15]=13+15=28

Just trying to spur him on and make him act more enthusiastically. I suppose Demoralize could work too, though that's up to you.
 
"Haanh! Yes Sir!" Cael said fearfully, his brain hearing the crunch and hiss of the powerful, searing hoof. The brand on his chest hurt again as he remembered the pain of the centaur's foot being held to it. He opened his mouth wide, and did his best to take the whole right testicle into his mouth, sucking and licking on it as expediently as he could, while also trying to not have those chains dig into him and hurt him anymore. His swallowing noises were loud as he sucked sweat and grime from those large, exposed balls. It wasn't like a centaur could wear underwear or pants to prevent them from getting dirty. After a few minutes, the freshly cleaned nut came out of his mouth with a wet pop. He then moved to repeat the procedure on the other one, his muzzle allowing him to more easily swallow and suck on them.

Once he was finished, he had to crawl again, and get to the cock. The musk lust he was feeling was helping him ignore the pain he was feeling as the chain cut him more, before he stared down that true horsecock, dripping with precum. Opening as wide as he could, he managed to fit that beefy thick cock and in his mouth. His noises got even more muted as he tried to work his mouth down past the crowned head of such a thick member.
 
The words worked, at least for the moment. Threats were his go-to but even he had to admit that they didn't always work, nor were they always great at securing lasting obedience. In any case he groaned again as a large majority of his left nut was enveloped in warm, wet mouth of his captive who worked to 'clean it'. Things progressed smoothly as the first testicle was coated in a sheen of saliva, then the second one was given the same treatment. Ul-Ruk's cock bobbed and twitched more and more as his arousal grew. By the time Cael was moving towards the tip he'd find the entirety rock-hard and throbbing with need.

"Mmm...much better." That was about all the praise the centaur was going to give but hells it was better than nothing. Once those lips pressed against his tip however, it was obvious that this was going to be no easy matter either. Ul-Ruk's cock was thick, a bitch-breaker to the extreme that would make damn near any size queen blush with desire and it didn't help that his tip was only loosely rounded with far more in common with a battering ram than otherwise. Still the enticement was there, a warm orifice waiting to service him, and so the centaur pushed forward with his throbbing cock in attempt to make the process a little easier. If the sissy couldn't manage to wrap his lips around that cockhead on his own then he'd get a little help.

"Too much for you to handle? Too bad. One way or another I'm stuffing this thing into your mouth, even if I've got to break your jaw to do it." And that most certainly was not a bluff, though he'd prefer not to have that happen at this point. There was no way Cael could truly suck on all that horsecock, he'd have to pull off and caress the sides to complete his work in the end, but Ul-Ruk wanted the warmth and the pleasure so he'd continue his small thrusting attempts until he got it.
 
The praise was nice, but, it was difficult for Cael to process as this point, as the taste of the other male's large, manly genitals was being imprinted on his mouth. Precum flowed messily into and out of his mouth, running down over his wounded torso as the equine tried to make good on his promise to orally service the centaur. He was having trouble with that though, due to the broad girth of the penis he was being presented with. He'd managed to wrap those soft lips around it, but getting them further down two feet of cock.

"Mmmh!" He grunted in protest to the thought of breaking his jaw. He'd have an easier time of it if his hands weren't bound behind his back with all this metal, as then he could stroke the large cock too, as opposed to just failing at fellatio. The centaurs needy thrusting was helping some, pressing that cock to the back of Cael's mouth, and as he adjusted his position a little, the pair started to work it into his throat, the Anumus crying out in pain as the chains bit into him more.
 
The length of Cael's muzzle, albeit short for an equine, was still a great boon to his efforts of servicing the stallion that was Ul-Ruk. Of course, Ul-Ruk knew that the smaller male would have trouble handling his manhood so it didn't surprise him when the difficulties reached a tipping point. Even with his small thrusts forward, the centaur's hammer-like tip could only be stuffed so far into the anumus' mouth. A good few inches slipped into the warm confines to provide him with much sought-after pleasure, but the coughing and gagging that came as his crown smacked against the back of of his lover's throat proved that getting it any further in was going to require a lot of struggle and effort. That that end, Ul-Ruk would rather spend his time in a more productive fashion.

The centaur ceased his thrusting and instead shifted back a step, working to pull himself free from Cael's mouth. "This position...you'll never get more than that into your mouth. You'd fall over before I could thrust into your throat and I'm not dumb enough to trust you with freeing your hands." He couldn't see underneath himself very well, at beast he could twist his neck and human torso around to peer somewhat from one side, but Ul-Ruk was still fairly perceptive all he same and had good spatial awareness. To that end, he shifted his lower half to the left and then to the right which saw his cock slap weakly against the side of Cael's face. The wet member wouldn't really cause any harm here but it was likely humiliating, that was the intention in any case. Meanwhile he searched around the area with a glance to try and find something that would offer some support. Ultimately if he wanted to fuck the boy in any capacity, mouth or ass, he'd need a log, stump, or rock to bend him over.

He found what he was seeking in the form of a fallen tree not far off. The trunk was still in good condition but the base seem cracked, likely snapped during a storm or had some kind of minor rot that had weakened it first. Whatever the case, it was mostly smooth with only a few small branches in the way and it would serve as a proper bench for his prey once he'd cleared it off. "Get up. Follow me." He snapped as he moved off towards the fallen tree. As he did so, Ul-Ruk pulled a handaxe from his waist which he proceeded to use to chop off the small limbs and deformities that were in the way. He sheathed the weapon upon his belt once more when he was finished and pointed to the trunk. "If you know what is good for you then you'll lay down. Face up or face down, I don't care." Of course any direct pressure on the chains would hurt the boy but he'd long since established that he enjoyed such notions.
 
Cael continued to try his best, but he would agree that this was not going to be extremely productive, given the limits of the position that he was in beneath the larger male. Those powerful haunches rocked his head back and forth as they tried to get him deeper, but they were failing as much as Cael had at noticing the centaur's approach in the first place. The cock came free with a wet pop, strands of saliva and precum briefly connecting them before the glistening strands broke. The Anumus coughed now that he could breathe properly again. While he was recovering, he was almost playfully bonked in the head by that massive manhood as his tormentor looked for a way to better violate the smaller male's throat.

The equine grunted and struggled to his feet, walking over slowly to not agitate the chains. As he walked in front of Ul-Ruk, the centaur would notice that the lock holding the chains together was gone, instead, the links had seemingly fused together themselves. Cael decided it was best to lay on his back, his cut and healed body being laid out as gently as he could, wincing in some minor pain as he opened his mouth again for the evil male.
 
Although he was not paying too much attention in this case Ul-Ruk's eyes caught the point where the chain ends were bound together behind the smaller male's back with one of his lock, except the lock wasn't there. He squinted, thinking maybe that the chains might have shifted around and concealed it, but as far as he could tell it was one complete chain with ends fused together. This confused him to say the least but, well, with his prey having followed the commands and even opened his mouth this time the centaur wasn't going to worry too much about what was going on with the metal for now. He could always examine them more later.

Pushing forward to close the distance he smiled at the eagerness on display and opted to taunt the male a little more. "See, even after I hurt you and branded you you still want my cock so badly that you'll obey my every word." As he spoke, Ul-Ruk sauntered forward and positioned himself carefully above Cael. He was aware that the same chains that bound his prisoner would also cut him just as easily, so he did his best to peer over his shoulder as he tried to line up his tip to that wide open mouth. It took a few attempts, his tip slipped off the cheek and chin to smear yet more of his sticky precum around, but eventually he managed to find his mark.

He groaned as the crown of his penis stretched those lips around him once more and in this type of position he had all the leverage in the world to utilize. The control had been taken away from his captive and given to him instead. He would dictate the pace, he would determine how much the effeminate male would swallow of his meaty shaft. "Unnnf, that's the stuff." Of course, the anumus could still only take so much abuse and Ul-Ruk knew it so he'd have to hold himself back a decent amount. Ultimately this was all about getting his dick wet more than anything, once he could shove maybe half his cock down the boy's throat then it would be time for the other end.

"Better learn quick how to pace your breathing." To inhale when the centaur pulled back and hold his breath when that dick plowed forward into the throat. "Or are you already an expert at sucking cock?" Not seeking an answer by any means, the centaur started to push inward to test the waters and see how much mouth and throat he currently had to work with and how much he'd have to stretch out to reach his goal.

Perception (to notice the chain melded together): [1d20+14]=9+14=23

Yep that'll do it. Didn't think he'd fail but still figured I'd roll.
 
"I just dont want to be hurt more..." Cael replied meekly as he lay back on the tree, his back getting cut up some more. As Ul-Ruk sauntered forward, there was the sound of metal thunking against wood, as the chains extended themselves to secure the femboy in place so he wouldn't slide up and down the log as the centaur tried to fuck his face. "W-What the hell is with these chains?!" The equine exclaimed as he was restrained all the way down to just above his crotch as the chains multiplied, cutting into more of his body and making him scream more in pain. "AAAAH!" He cried out as his situation got even worse.

More slimy precum was smeared on Cael's face as his tormentor had to blindly find the hole this time. Another flash of healing light occurred while Ul-Ruk was again enjoying that muzzle, and working his way into that throat, starting to stretch it out around his cock. The femboy was already breathing hard through his nostrils, two jets of air intermittently blasting out as he tried his best to deal with his defilement. After the healing burst subsided, the Anumus screamed again as the chains skipped over his crotch, and bound his legs to the tree trunk as well.
 
The shifting of the chains made him pause too, looking at them quizzically and wondering if he should be concerned for his own safety at this point. However the allure of sexual gratification was difficult for him to ignore and, so far, they'd honestly been working in ways that suited his will; almost as if they were trying to help him get what he wanted from the anumus. "Must be magical...took 'em from some fool." It was an honest answer even if it didn't convey the magnitude of how unusual that encounter was even for him. In any case it didn't halt his actions for long as he focused on shoving his dick into the awaiting orifice.

The going was still slow of course once he found his mark and pressed inward. Cael's mouth was blissfully tight around his shaft but of course also frustratingly so in the same regard, making every inch a hard-fought battle to push deeper. The hot breath upon the underside of his shaft felt moderately nice, however it was a great way for the centaur to judge the breathing of his prisoner as well. So long as he paid attention, it would give him the ability to judge the smaller male's limits to an extent. The chains slid further down and drew his attention, leaving near everything of Cael's body bound to the log but carefully ignoring the urine-soaked pink thong that covered the bulge of his groin. Lucky or intentional? Magic could do a lot of things, perhaps these were meant to torture others? The creature he took them from wore them as clothing and tossed them around like whips, it made sense he supposed. Guess he was doing the right things to activate them.

"Relax your fucking throat!" He barked suddenly as he turned his attention back to the resistance his manhood was meeting. "You gotta get halfway down my dick if you want to make it ready for your ass and I don't have all day. I'll fuck it dry if I have to. You'll be the one who suffers from it, I'll still get my rocks off either way." It would be less pleasurable for him no doubt but he could still do it. Hopefully he wouldn't have to, hopefully another intimidating response would remind the boy that he should be afraid of the centaur moreso than the chains. In any case Ul-Ruk capped off his frustration by bucking his hips forward and thrusting more forcefully, still holding himself back but slowly edging up how much force and pressure he applied to the smaller male. He wanted to claim that throat and he wanted to slide all that he could of his massive length inside. The longer this went on and the more his lust built, the more he wanted to cum. He could work himself over the edge with just the anumus' mouth for sure but that's not what he desired right now, he wanted that backdoor and he wanted to see if the bashful slut would cum from getting fucked.
 
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