Mature Content Warning: This chapter is one long pornographic scene. It is ridiculous. I suggest no one read it.

Author’s Note: Seriously, this chapter is ridiculous. Don’t read it if you value your dignity. It's sort of disgusting.

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Chapter 6: Money Shot!

The groan of steel and leather as they are pulled downward under a heavy load, were a counter-point to the moan emanating from a man whose limbs were strained and exhausted beyond their limits. Scott held on to the leather straps as though his life depended on them. In some ways, it did. When he began to weaken a leather lash whipped out to caress his left buttock with loving discipline.

“You must be strong, manwhore. Hold strong! Do not give in to weakness!” Madam Anika lashed her whip once more, this time stinging his right buttock.

Scott yelped in pain and his ass clenched involuntarily. Hold on, young manwhore, your training is almost done. Do not give in to the temptation of release.

How had Scott come to be hanging here, his hands gripping leather straps suspended from the ceiling? It was simple, really. He needed to improve his stamina while learning a valuable new skill.

During the last few days, Scott had developed his mind and body to a great degree. His training was nearly complete. He had but a few more skills left to develop. The skill he was attempting to learn at present had taken three grueling days. It was agony! He had failed so many times. However, he was finally reaching the ultimate climax of his current training regimen.

Sweat poured from his naked, glistening, body while he struggled to hold those straps, struggled to avoid the moment of release. He had to hold, had to suffer this hellish agony.

Finally, after days of effort and constant failure, Scott began to feel a strange sensation building within. A strength that he had never felt before began to burn from deep down inside of him.

“It’s happening manwhore! You are close, so close!” said Anika while watching his next moments keenly.

Magical energy began to coalesce around the naked man. A brief second passed and the energy began to flow to a single point.

“Now, release it now!” cried Madam Anika.

A gasping sound came from beneath Scott just before he released the straps and grasped his cock with both hands. The energy erupted outward, and a torrent of white hot ‘love’ exploded outward in a high-pressure stream.

A gagging sound, followed by cries of outrage and loud vaguely British sounding curses, filled the air. Scott looked down at the blond girl who had assisted him during his training. “Sorry, Tiffany.”

The cum-soaked girl gasped for air for a moment while trying to wipe away the titanic mass of masculine love from her face and breasts. “Q-quite alright love.”

*Ding!*

You have learned the unique class skill: Money Shot!

Money Shot! (Beginner) Level 1 (0.00%)

The money shot skill allows you to turn magical energy into a high-pressure fertility attack. The possibility of impregnating your opponent is high. The chance to stun or subdue female opponents is 10%.

“Excellent work, manwhore!” exclaimed Anika.

“Yes, why not give us a kiss love?” said Tiffany. She raised her hands up to Scott and he leaned away.

“That snowball action doesn’t have a chance in hell.”

The faux-Brit pouted at him cutely then stood up. She shook like a dog. Jizz flew everywhere. “I am so not cleaning this place up.”

“No, no. That is a task for the janitor. Go take a shower Tiffany.”

The blond girl smirked then ran her tongue out to caress her cum-stained lips. “Care to join me, Scott?”

“Ah...” He was a little concerned. It was his jizz, but he was afraid that the girl would never be clean again. The poor girl was tainted now.

“Go shower Tiffany. Leave the manwhore to me.”

Tiffany pouted at Anika then started to walk away, cum sliding from her body. After a few steps she turned back to wink at Scott. “See you in two weeks, love.”

A shudder ran through his body. They were all meeting in two weeks. He prayed to the god of perverts that she did not turn out to be a fat man in an overcoat. “Can’t wait!”

Tiffany blew a kiss at him then bit her lower lip. The bridge of her nose reddened slightly, and she turned away. She had a shower to take.

“She really likes you, you know.” said Anika.

“I’m not sure why. I am but a simple manwhore.” He bowed to his mistress then placed one fist into his open palm.

Anika laughed merrily then lashed her whip. Scott involuntarily clenched his anus.

The girl looked at him then a calculating gleam came to her eye. “So, want to practice your new skill?”

Scott smirked at her. “Wouldn’t that ruin your corset?”

Anika snorted at him. “A mere manwhore earn the caress of lips this sweet, I think not. No, I was thinking target shooting.”

“Sure, though I need to let my stamina rebuild a bit.”

“I suppose we should work on that as well. No manwhore of my guild will be a one-pump chump, so to speak.”

“Well, it took a lot of pumps. I was beginning to think that poor Tiffany would end up with lock-jaw.”

“Oh ho ho ho ho. Yes, she was quite determined to be your only training partner. The other girls had offered, but she is head girl for a reason.”

Scott snickered. “Head girl, huh.”

Madam Anika rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t exactly what I meant, you foolish creature.”

Scott laughed again. Anika joined in for a moment then cried out. “Noob sluts! Assemble!”

A half-dozen naked sluts ran into the room and immediately stood at parade rest. Each girl stood with legs parted shoulder width, and their elbows out. Their hands were placed against the small of their back. The girl and the far right cried out. The Noob sluts have assembled Mama Anika!”

“Good, good. You six sluts are going to perform a service for the guild.”

“Yes, mama!” cried the various guild noobs.

She instructed the new meat, so to speak, to line up across from Scott. The girls knelt down, leaned back, spread their legs, and displayed their breasts and vaginas.

“Now then, manwhore. Practice your skill until you have etched it into your body and soul, or they drown. Whichever comes first.” said Madam Anika.

Scott gripped his masculine hammer of justice and began to gently stroke. It was going to be a long, hard, training session.