The Fuck Hole

The village square was bustling with life and excitement. The knights and his lordship had returned from their hunting expedition with enough meat and grain to supply the small village for the winter. Duke Estrad was the reigning noble over the small farmland, his father's father before him had begun the tradition of the annual hunt. The village of Kryshtofoll was located deep in the valley, the land was made fertile from the nearby river. The rich soil provided them with fresh fruit and a bountiful harvest in the Sun season. However, the winter was a different story. The ground, frozen and hard gave them nothing once it was blanketed by snow. The trees stripped bare provided nothing but kindling for firewood to warm their homes, but offered nothing to fill their bellies. The hunt granted them a chance to leave the snug enclave of the valley and take the gruelling journey down to the flat lands where they could hunt larger animals.

The Duke chose the most strapping and capable men in the village to accompany him. The Duke himself was a tall well built man with thick defined muscles, his noble status did not stop him from performing physical tasks alongside his tenants in the village. He was by no means an ugly man, with a strong jaw and intense dark eyes but his serious disposition was apparent on his face.

The land around the valley was bordered by sharp unforgiving rocks, and steep cliffs that provided protection from invading forces but limited their access to the outside. Men had lost their lives on the trek down to the flat as well as on their ascent into the valley.

This year's hunt had been a successful journey with only two casualties. Upon their return the small group was greeted by the shouts and cries of the villagers who had long awaited their return. The hunt had come to an end. Now it was time to celebrate.

The Feast of Return was an equally traditional event that provided villagers a chance to sample a small portion of the meat brought back from the hunt. The rest would be salted, dried and distributed to the families in the village. Duke Estrad watched his villagers revelling, closing his eyes he savoured the joyous atmosphere provided by the happy villagers.

"GOOD SIR! WON'T YOU DRINK THIS BOTTLE WITH ME?" A voice boomed from the entrance of the tavern.

Duke Estrad eyed his second in command who was already slurring and shouting. The Duke was a man of moderation, drunkenness and debauchery were sins he did not indulge, yet his second was a different story. Sir Phillip was deep in his cups, having procured a bottle from an unknown location he was adamant that his lordship drink with him.

"I think you are doing well enough by yourself my friend." The Duke's measured tone contrasted the intoxicated jumbled words of the knight before him.

"Come nooow. We have taken down wild beasts, climbed the cliffs bare handed side by side and you would deny your knight the pleasure of a shared drink?" Sir Phillip crooned.

Truly, the knight was not as drunk as he appeared. He and the other members of the troop had hatched a sinister plot to force their Duke to enjoy himself for the first time. The Duke was a considerate man, solemn and reserved as well as remarkably dull. On their journey to the flat, the men had entertained each other telling tales of their debauched exploits by the glow of the campfire. Their Duke had remained silent, listening half heartedly and offering none of his own tales to amuse the men:

"I'm simply not that kind of man."

His words rang like the echo in a cave through Sir Phillips mind. The pompous Duke made his blood boil in his veins, the needs of men were not sinful. Plunging your cock into the wet slippery cunt of an eager whore was nothing to turn ones nose up at. Thus, Sir Phillip and the men had made a scheme to loosen the Duke up for the night.

"I've procured a lovely bottle for us to enjoy. Just one drink, not a drop more is all I ask." Sir Phillip flashed a toothy grin before pouring a full cup of the wine.

The wine was in a regular bottle of the table wine served at feasts in the village. However, this bottle had been mixed with an aged moon shine that one of the men had made secretly. The mixture was enough to inebriate even the heaviest of drinkers with its potency.

The Duke, not wanting to appear rude, finally relented. He lifted the cup and nearly balked at the heavy smell of alcohol that assaulted his senses. Sir Phillip poured himself a cup and lifted the cup to his lips.

"Cheers good Sir!" The Duke said before swallowing the liquor mixture.

Sir Phillip watched the Duke over the rim of his cup, pretending to take a sip for himself. Slyly he tossed the drink over his shoulder emptying the contents of the cup onto the floor.

"That's quite fine, I-I should...stop here." The Duke appeared green in the face swaying slightly.

"Nonsense! One is barely enough to put hair on your chest. Another!" Sir Phillip teased.

The alcohol made the Duke's head swim, his judgement already clouded he agreed to another. They continued the rotation two more times before the Duke was barely able to remain on his chair.

"ANOTHER!" The Duke now screamed.

Those in the tavern watched amused, as the previously straight laced man swayed and sloshed his cup everywhere. He was good and drunk.

"I think you've had quite enough." Sir Phillip said with a hearty chuckle.

He lifted the bottle out of the Duke's reach before the drunk nobleman could protest.

"S-sir Phillip *hic* I sheeem to find myself *hic* a bit in the cupsshhh." The Duke slurred with a happy grin on his face.

"Quite right, my lord. Should we change venues perhaps get some air?"

The wheels of the plan were now turning in full motion. Sir Phillip exchanged a look with another member of the expedition who was seated across the tavern. The silent cue to begin their scheme.

"AIR! Whaaat a shplendid i-*hic*-dea." The Duke wobbled to his feet and swayed before almost dropping to the floor.

"Woaaah there!" Sir Phillip quickly moved to support the stumbling Duke.

The Duke's head lolled to the side as he took a shaky step forward. The two men slowly left the tavern and walked along the empty streets. The noise of celebration died down as they made their way into the deepest corners of the village.

"S-sir Phillip," The Duke popped the 'p' audibly, "where on *hic* earth are we going?"

Sir Phillip didn't answer but instead started humming an old village song.

"I know this!" The Duke said excitedly. He began singing the words to the song loudly, his drunken voice carrying through the village.

"OHHHH MY DARLING, IVE BEEN ON THE SEASSSS DRINKING SEA WATERR AND ALE! LOVELY LASS WITH A FIRM ASS AND LUSCIOUS TITS! YOUR SAILOR HAS COME HOME TODAAYYYY!"

The Duke was definitely drunk beyond reason. The song which once revolted him, was being sung at the top of his lungs for all to hear. In the midst of his singing the Duke had lost track of where they were turning. Sir Phillip led the Duke down a narrow alley where three men await them in the darkness.

"Bloody hell Phil, he's stinking drunk." said Thomas, a cobbler who had accompanied them on the journey.

"Why yeshh I am!" The Duke announced happily.

The second man Lucas, was a blacksmith who said very little. But his look of disapproval spoke volumes. The plan had been to get the Duke a bit drunk, not so drunk he couldn't tell his ass from a hole in the ground.

"He may not be able to even do it now." Said the third man named Reed, who had been in the tavern overseeing the plan.

"It can't be helped now. Well we'll just have to see won't we." Sir Phillip adjusted his hold on the Duke.

"M'lord. How would you like to bond with your men some more?"

The Duke's glassy eyes lit with happiness. He nodded emphatically at the idea. The journey had left the Duke feeling disconnected from his men. He could not relate to their exploits of deflowering virgins, outdoor love making or any of the stories they told. He wanted to bond with them in a way that would make them view him as an equal. Not a lord to rule over them.

"This is a secret place you see. We men come here after the hunt to...unwind. Would you like to see it?" Sir Phillip goaded the Duke further.

The Duke pushed off the support Sir Phillip offered. Standing unsteadily on his feet.

"I wish to *hic* unwind too." The Duke said with all the seriousness he could muster.

Sir Phillip nodded to the other three men and they reluctantly stepped aside to present the alleys main attraction. The wall the men stood in front of was initially nothing special, until the Duke noticed the one oddity. There, situated a few feet off the ground was a glistening pink pussy pressed against a hole that had been carved into the wall.

The Duke was taken aback. "W-what?"

"Now don't be shy. Give it a go. The whore isn't going anywhere and believe me she's eagerly waiting to be used." Sir Phillip said with a wolffish grin.

"I-I can't..." The Duke couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The cunt that was pressed against the hole was a delicious looking one indeed. Thick with puffy engorged lips, glistening in the light of two torches. The lips were flushed pink like fresh fruit with a light dusting of wispy brown hair. The owner of the pussy wiggled expectantly as if saying "come here" to the men on the other side.

"Perhaps his lordship doesn't want the burden of going first." Thomas said.

Just the sight of the wet cunt was driving him wild. His cock was fully erect in his pants and he was more than ready to plunge into the warm hole before him. Without waiting for an answer he fished his prick out of his pants, fumbling momentarily with the cord. The Duke couldn't help but look at the veiny, long slab of cockmeat that Thomas had pulled from his trousers. It was a fairly intimidating cock that hung down, he worried it might not fit into the fairly small cunt in the wall. Thomas rubbed his red tip along the folds on the pussy, gathering wetness on his tip to ease the entry.

In one deep thrust he had lodged half of his long prick into the defenceless cunt. With a grunt Thomas began slowly grinding and working his cock in and out of the hole, placing his hands on the wall for leverage. His hips worked to feed more of his cock into the mouth of the hungry pussy engulfing it. The sounds of wet smacks echoed in the alley as Thomas sawed his cock into the willing whore's hole. The pussy grew visibly wetter, coating Thomas' prick in cunt cream as he pounded the hole with little thought for the owner.

"Ugh Ughhhhhh! Fuck, this hole is tighter than the last." He said moaning.

The Duke was too taken with the sight before him to even consider Thomas' words.

"You see my lord, that's what you have to do. If a willing slut presents their cunt, it's your duty to take it and use it." Sir Phillip said quietly to the Duke whose eyes were wide with amazement.

Thomas started pumping impossibly faster, burying his length in the slut's juicy hole. His breathing became even more shallow before he pressed his length fully into the cunt, his balls resting flush against the wall as he unloaded his seed into the hole. Thomas shuddered quietly as he emptied his sack, he slowly pulled out leaving his release to dribble a pearly trail down the opening of the cunt.

"Who's next?" Thomas asked, wiping sweat from his brow.

"I think his lordship requires an even better example of how we do things." Sir Phillip was enjoying himself now. His domination of the powerful nobleman was making his own cock swell more than watching the cunt before him get ravished.

Lucas stepped forward, he had been slowly palming himself while watching his fellow tradesman relieve himself in the hole. Lucas' cock was equally as impressive, a shorter shaft but with far more girth. The thick cock was smooth like the length of a canon with a mushroom head that was leaking silvery fluids. Having been filled by Thomas, the cunt did not resist the invasion of the fatter cock. Lucas wasted no time hammering his prick with deep deliberate thrusts into the cum-filled hole. Similar to the strikes of a hammer, the blacksmith's thrusts were like blows to crude iron. For the first time The Duke could hear the owner of the cunt quietly crying out from the other side of the wall. Each thrust felt like it shook the very foundation of the building.

The pussy was getting more swollen and red with the force of the thrusts being delivered. Lucas' cock was punishingly ravaging the hole, the previous seed deposited in the cunt was acting as much needed lubricant. Although Lucas' cock had effectively fucked Thomas' seed out of the hole, with most of it forming a frothy mixture at the base of his thick cock. He switched the pace, alternating between deep shallow thrusts and long quick ones that were surely battering the womb of the owner of the used pussy.

"I'm going to cum." Lucas snarled.

"Watch him my lord, see how he ensures that his manhood is buried in the whore's hole. That's how you must seat yourself fully in the hole to release your milk into the greedy cunt." Sir Phillip whispered viciously into the Dukes ear.

Lucas widened his stance, jutted his hips forward and began stabbing the cunt with more force than the Duke could possibly imagine. With a deep bellow he shoved into the hole as deep as possible, twitching and trembling as he fired seed into the quivering hole. Eventually he withdrew from the cunt, leaving a string of sperm that connected the tip of his cock to the slippery cum coated pussy.

"I guess I'll go next." Reed said with a lazy eye roll.

Unlike the other men, Reed had no interest in the used semen filled hole. He preferred to stick his cock into uncharted territory. Reed stuck his fingers into the cunt and slathered the cum mixture on his head of his cock before tapping twice on the lips of the cunt. The signal seemed to be understood because the cunt was lowered from the hole to reveal the crinkly brown asshole of the whore on the other side.

"B-but he can't-"

"Watch him." Sir Phillip hissed into the Duke's ear. "Every hole a whore has is to serve a cock."

Reed spat into his hand that he rubbed on the head of his cock. His prick was on the average side, still a fairly impressive one it was thinner than both the previous cocks. Reed wasted no time working his head into the small brown hole.

"See how he's plundering the ass of that filthy slut. That is how men must use whores, every hole is a fuckhole." Sir Phillip was almost panting.

His cock was weeping in his pants.

Reed immediately began bucking his cock into the asshole of the whore. Hammering away and stretching the hole to fit his cock. Reed barely lasted, the tightness of the asshole gripped his length milking him and coaxing his seed from him.

"Such a tight asshole." Reed was nearly delirious as he arched his back to hump his length harder into the battered hole.

Before long he was shooting his seed into the hole in the wall.

"Take it in your shithole." He grunted.

He shot cream into the unused hole and rested there for a beat, revelling in the tightness of the piping hot asshole he had just relieved himself in. He pulled away from the hole, his cock slipping out with an audible wet slurp. The whore put her cunt back up to the wall but the trail of seed trickling from her gaping used anus was visible at the top of the hole.

"Yes m'lord. All the holes are for cock, all the holes are for seed, and we must use them all as is our right." Sir Phillip was ravenous, he wanted to debase the pious Duke and turn him into a slave to his carnal desires.

"It's your turn Sire."

The Duke couldn't move. His mouth hung open, eyes glassy from the alcohol and his body tingled as if he had been plunged into a bath of ice.

"Shall I help you my lord?" The knight was near drunk himself with pure lust.

He urged the Duke forward pressing his chest to the nobleman's back. His erection could be felt by the Duke but Sir Phillip was past the point of caring. He would see his plan through one way or another. He urged the Duke closer taking another step, then another until the nobleman stood directly before the hole.

"Go on then. Fuck it, use the whore to drain your seed m'lord." Sir Phillip nearly growled at the Duke.

"Phillip, perhaps you should not-"

"Shut up! It's too late now!" Phillip was blinded by wanton lust.

He reached into the Duke's pants and gripped his erect cock. The Duke jumped when the other man's hand made contact with his painfully hard member. The Duke sucked a breath through his teeth when his throbbing meat was freed from his trousers and exposed to the cool night air. The Duke's prick was a thing of beauty. Long and thick with a glistening head that stood rigid and veiny.

"What are you waiting for m'lord? Plunge your cock into this willing whore's hole and fill her with your seed!" The knight was growing agitated by the Duke's lack of action.

"I-I I mustn't-" the Duke stuttered helplessly.

"Nonsense!" Sir Phillip positioned the Duke's length at the entrance of the cunt, angling the tip himself to spear the slut's opening.

The Duke looked around frantically, he could feel the delicious heat of the cunt and his tip slid along the wet folds revelling in the velvet softness of it. Sir Phillip, growled with arousal and anger, he held the Duke's hips and guided them in an erotic gesture. Grinding himself against the Duke's exposed ass he used his own hips to simulate the motion of fucking. As the knight humped the Duke's ass, the Duke's cock penetrated the cunt in one smooth motion.

The Duke cried out at the feeling of the wet pussy sucking him into it's molten slippery depths. The Duke was by no means a virgin, but he had long ago sworn to abstain from sexual activity after the death of his wife. It had been so long since he had enjoyed the tightness of a cunt. He could feel the clothed cock of Sir Phillip pressing into his ass as the knight helped him fuck the cunt. Surprisingly he found that he did not dislike it.

The Duke placed his trembling hands on the wall for support as he powered his hips with the help of Sir Phillip to begin a proper assault on the cunt he was buried in. His mind went blank with pleasure as he sought to stuff himself fully into the sloppy cunt. The other men's cum was making a wonderful squishy sensation inside the pussy that he had never felt before. He wanted to delve deeper into it. He put a foot on a nearby crate to allow him to penetrate deeper into the hole. His cock slid further into the gripping wetness and he felt Sir Phillip grinding his hips into a circle urging his own hips in the same pattern. The grinding motion allowed him to feel the soft ridges and bumps along the cum coated walls of the cunt massage his prick. The Duke was drooling in pleasure at the sensations engulfing his cock. The hard body behind him, humping his ass and the sticky cunt before him swallowing his cock was almost too much.

Behind him Sir Phillip was lost to the debauchery of the situation. His clothed cock was rubbing the cleft of the Duke's ass giving him pleasure as he humped against the nobleman. Getting to see the Dukes descent into depravity was equally as satisfying for the sex crazed knight.

"You pretend to be all holy but you're really a disgusting pervert. A pervert who would fuck a random pussy in an alley." The knight grunted into the ear of the nobleman.

The Duke was all but foaming at the mouth. It was true, he was a sexual deviant that was using the same cunt that had been fucked by two before him. And he was loving it, he enjoyed the slimey feeling of the other men's cum that was coating his cock and the fact that they were watching him ravage a strangers cunt in the middle of a filthy alley. He wanted nothing more than to explode inside the cunt and fill it with his seed.