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It was supposed to be a test of loyalty.
Kazutora was determined to join Valhalla, but he had to prove his loyalty first.
He thought he'd have to beat up someone from Toman, but that wasn't the case.
He thought he'd have to prove it in front of everyone, but that assumption was also wrong.
Kazutora was alone with Hanma, and the man unsettled him. He never knew what he was thinking.
Hanma was sitting on a chair in the Valhalla hideout, and Kazutora was standing in front of him.
But he was basically the leader, or rather the acting leader. So Kazutora had to prove his loyalty to him.
Hanma smiled and unzipped his pants.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Kazutora asked.
Hanma just licked his lips. “Get on your knees,” he said.
“Fuck you,” Kazutora said. “I'm never doing anything so disgusting.”
“Then forget about joining,” Hanma said.
Kazutora thought for merely two seconds, and then he was on his knees. He was that determined to destroy Mikey, enough to destroy his own pride in the process.
“This better be quick,” Kazutora said and reached for Hanma's cock.
Hanma spread his legs to give Kazutora better access to his cock, and Kazutora moved, kneeling between his spread thighs.
Kazutora never gave anyone a blowjob, but it was pretty obvious what was expected of him. He opened his mouth and tried and failed to put Hanma's cock inside.
Hanma's cock wasn't even fully hard yet, but it reached the way to the back of Kazutora's mouth.
Sensing Kazutora's inexperience, Hanma grabbed his head and thrust his cock all the way inside Kazutora's throat.
Kazutora gagged and almost threw up.
It was so much worse than he could imagine. His jaw soon hurt, and the taste of Hanma's cock was unpleasant on his tongue.
Kazutora did his best to suck on it, hoping it would be over soon.
Hanma pulled his cock out of Kazutora's mouth.
“You suck at this,” he said. “Pull down your pants.”
Kazutora panicked. It was clear what Hanma was suggesting. It was one thing to give a blowjob, but to give his virginity to this maniac? He'd rather die.
“No,” Kazutora said.
“So you don't want to destroy Mikey? Fine. You can leave now.”
Kazutora weighed his options. He had already reduced himself to a common whore. Might as well go all the way.
In a swift motion, he pulled down his pants along with his underwear, revealing his pussy to Hanma.
Hanma just stared for a few moments. He didn't know Kazutora's secret, but he didn't seem unhappy about it.
It might be good to get a taste of a pussy for a change.
Something in Hanma's demeanour changed when he found out that Kazutora had a pussy. He seemed much more excited.
“Come on~” Hanma beckoned him. “Show me that you can be useful to me.”
With absolute disgust, Kazutora climbed on top of Hanma, sitting on his lap.
He looked at Hanma's huge cock. There's no way it will fit, he thought.
But he was determined to try anyway.
He lifted himself up until Hanma's cock was kissing the entrance to his pussy.
Kazutora closed his eyes and let Hanma take the initiative.
Hanma grabbed Kazutora's hips and in one swift motion, pulled him down. His big cock entered Kazutora's tight, virgin pussy.
He was too big to fit inside fully. Kazutora could only take about half of his cock.
Kazutora covered his mouth to prevent his shameful, hurt sounds.
It hurt so much. He was painfully dry.
“Move,” Hanma told him.
Kazutora had to prove that he was useful. Clumsily, he lifted himself up and sank back down on Hanma's cock, then repeated the movement.
Hanma looked down and saw a bit of blood where they were connected.
“First time?” he asked.
“Shut the fuck up,” Kazutora told him.
Kazutora kept moving, but it was slow and painful.
Hanma laughed. “I'll never finish this way. You're so bad at this.”
Hanma lifted Kazutora off him effortlessly.
He made him kneel on the floor, bracing his hands against the chair. Then he knelt behind him.
“Let me show you how it's done. Arch your back. Good, just like that.”
Hanma entered Kazutora again and started fucking him with slow, deep thrusts.
“Fuck,” Hanma groaned. ”Your pussy is great. So tight for me.”
Kazutora covered his mouth again. There was no way that this psycho was actually making him feel good.
But his pussy relaxed around the big cock, and it was actually kind of enjoyable. The slow drag of the big cock against his most sensitive spots felt heavenly.
Hanma reached between Kazutora's legs to play with his clit, and Kazutora could no longer suppress his shameful sounds.
It felt so damn good.
Kazutora moaned and let himself be fucked.
Hanma sped up his thrusts and kept playing with Kazutora's clit, and Kazutora felt his orgasm approaching.
There was no way he was going to cum from this, and yet, he felt the pleasure building until he came on Hanma's cock.
It was his most powerful orgasm ever. He almost blacked out from the force of it.
Hanma fucked him through his orgasm and felt his own peak approaching.
He was considerate enough to pull out; he wasn’t completely heartless. He came over Kazutora’s back, staining his t-shirt.
Kazutora stood back on shaky knees and started dressing again.
Hanma stopped him. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said. “Lie down, on your back.”
Hanma couldn’t get enough of Kazutora’s sweet sounds, and he wanted to see the expressions he made when he fucked him.
Kazutora nodded. He would rather die than admit it, but he was eager for more.
Hanma was considerate enough to take off his jacket, and he put it on the dirty floor, letting Kazutora lie down on it.
Then, Hanma knelt and spread Kazutora’s thighs, taking a good look at that perfect pussy. He leaned down and gave it an experimental lick. Kazutora let out the sweetest moan when Hanma’s tongue licked his clit.
Hanma thrust his fingers into that tight, wet hole. Even though he had already fucked Kazutora, he was still so tight.
He thrust three of his fingers inside that wet heat and stroked his own cock, getting ready to fuck Kazutora again.
Hanma moved and positioned his cock at Kazutora’s entrance. His cock slid inside with ease, and Kazutora was way past pretending he didn’t like it.
Hanma fucked Kazutora slowly, with deep, deliberate thrusts. He studied Kazutora’s blissed-out expression and fucked him faster.
Without warning, Kazutora came again, his pussy hugging Hanma’s cock so tightly. He came just from being fucked like that.
Hanma wasn’t done with him. He leaned down to kiss Kazutora, but the boy put a hand between them before their mouths could connect.
“There’s no way you’re getting my first kiss, too,” Kazutora groaned.
Hanma chuckled and pried away Kazutora’s hand, kissing him deeply. His tongue invaded Kazutora’s mouth forcefully, and Kazutora moaned into the kiss. It felt so good.
Hanma felt that he wasn’t going to last much longer. Before he could desecrate Kazutora’s insides with his hot cum, he pulled out and came all over his stomach.
He kissed Kazutora again, hungrily.
Hanma gathered his cum with his fingers and let Kazutora taste it. The boy sucked on his fingers hungrily, cleaning them up.
Hanma got up after that and hid his cock inside his pants again.
“I’d love to play with you more,” Hanma said, “but I have other plans. Just give me a call if you want more.”
“Oh, and you passed the test. Welcome to Valhalla.”
With that, Hanma left Kazutora alone.