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Two of them. Both immense and flawless.
Identical.
Unlike the previous, more experimental models, these Tyrants were as human as can be. A trait which Wesker deplored, somehow. He was quite fond of the more monstrous ones, as defective as they were.
The T-103 was made to blend into crowds according to Umbrella's demands. He had never really understood it. Sure, they looked human enough, but they were also quite conspicuous. Perhaps if they weren't eight feet tall and wide as a fridge, they might go by unnoticed. But why would they need to? They were used to wipe out survivors, not carry out infiltration missions.
He shrugged. It didn't matter what the whims of the higher ups were. For now, he had both of them all to himself. Since those were made to be human-like, they had been dressed as well. Long, military trenchcoats, thick enough to resist gunfire, thus preventing premature mutation of the subjects. They wouldn't be needing those right now though. With a racing pulse and febrile fingers, Wesker peeled the heavy garments off of both Tyrants, leaving them completely naked before his eyes.
He was awed by their muscular physique. Thick, humongous even. Their skin grey, devoid of any hair, any marks whatsoever, safe for their batch number tattooed on their left pectoral.
He slid his gloved hands, one on each Tyrant, over their immense chests, down to their flaccid cocks. He could already feel drool wetting his lips.
"Alright, the both of you, we are going to have a lot of fun together." he purred as he stroked them, "Let's see if you can tire me out. I never quite had time to finish with the prototype that came before you."
He always enjoyed measuring himself against Tyrants. He always came out on top no matter what. His body impervious, his energy regenerating so fast. He was much stronger than any of these creatures. He knew he could easily best them in combat. It was useless to test their skills in that field. What he wanted was to find a Tyrant with enough stamina to impress him. If said Tyrant existed, it would prove a perfect candidate for further research. He knew these monsters were built to kill. He wanted one who could outlast any other in survival situations. A pet who could pursue someone to the ends of the Earth without collapsing from exhaustion. One that could endure tremendous physical efforts.
His search, so far, had been fruitless. He was the best Tyrant out there.
But perhaps two of them would be enough to satisfy him.
He had his doubts, but it would still be fun to try it out. The advantage of this kind of research was the fact that, even if it resulted in failure, the experiment itself was always worthwhile.
Slowly, the two dicks in his hands grew swollen with blood. Theirs were not as monstrous in appearance as the previous Tyrants he had tried out, but they certainly were bigger. They still had those trademark raised veins running all over the surface as well as the drooping foreskin. It was familiar, yet new at the same time.
He couldn't wait to dig in.
The best thing about Tyrants, Wesker thought, is that they were so tall he didn't even need to get down on his knees to blow them. But, once again, like with the previous models, he could not fellate them, the limitations of his jaw were to blame.
Nevertheless, he slurped and licked all over their gigantic lengths. Their tips almost black, hot and hard. He drank their precome greedily, leaving no drops behind. He trailed his lips from tips to bases and squashed his face between their heavy ballsacks. Inhaling deeply of the rank, mutant musk, a smell that made his blood sing. Since his own infection, he found himself highly susceptible to such fragrances. It was a potent aphrodisiac for him. Not to mention the virus had cranked his sexual appetite to unreachable heights.
As such, he couldn't wait much longer. His erection was desperate to be freed and his ass was even more desperate to be filled.
He wanted both of them.
At the same time.
He would not settle for anything less.
He stripped in earnest, leaving only his sunglasses and gloves on. Two things he almost never took off. He grabbed some lube from his pocket and doused a generous amount on both hard-ons he was about to impale himself onto. He knew the monsters produced more than enough precome to keep the ride slippery all the way until the end, but a little bit of help at the beginning was always welcome.
He fingered his hole a bit, working more digits inside as quickly as he could take them. Until his entire fist fit right in with a certain ease. His body was perfectly trained and he was so turned on, his anus just swallowed up anything that was pressed against it.
Feeling sufficiently prepared, Wesker climbed the Tyrant in front of him like a mountain. He wrapped his arms around its strong neck. Bracing himself for what he hoped would be an amazing fuck.
"Hold my legs." he ordered, his voice rasp with eagerness.
The monster obeyed, lifting the man's muscular legs from under the knees and placing them over its bulky shoulders. Wesker had always worked out to maintain his flexibility, but he had found himself to be even more supple since his transformation. It was particularly convenient when having sex with creatures that had little to no regards for the limitations of human anatomy as they mated.
With a bit of manoeuvring, Wesker sank down on the Tyrant's member. It was far bigger than his fist. It split him right open and produced a noticeable bump in his stomach.
But this was nothing to him.
He had taken Tyrant dicks many times before.
He was no longer impressed by it.
"Come here you." he motioned for his second partner to approach.
Grabbing a hold of its member, he guided it to his entrance, rubbing it against his taut anus.
"Go on. You are strong, so just shove it in there."
The Tyrant pushed against him, but the hard flesh slipped up against his spine rather than going in.
Wesker sighed, growing impatient already. He shoved four of his fingers inside of him along with the dick that was already filling him up. He stretched his hole out as much as he could, playing with it, desperate to make it more pliable.
"Keep trying." he panted as he grabbed the monster once again and held its member at the right angle, "Push."
The Tyrant complied, putting more effort into penetrating the man before it.
With a bit of insistence, the second erection finally plowed its way inside along with its counterpart.
Wesker's entire body shook as the stretch caused him to come instantly. His dick bounced against his distended stomach, spilling seeds over his own skin and the creature before him.
He was used to being stuffed full, but these were the size of his own forearms. Both all the way inside of him. There was no more room and, after semen had stopped gushing out of him, piss followed. Both his bladder and prostate were crushed by the massive intrusions.
It took him a moment before regaining his composure.
Wasting no time, the two Tyrants moved inside of him, pulling out, then pushing right back in, balls deep. So hard, it was almost painful, and Wesker lost his breath from the vicious impact. White sparks flashed before his eyes. It felt amazing. Even more so than he had anticipated.
The pair soon picked their own pace, pistoning in and out of his stretched hole one after the other. Breaking his insides wide open, as deep as they could.
They were not as mindless as their previous iterations. They were smart and efficient, knowing how to combine their efforts to achieve maximum pleasure. Though they had never had sex before, deep within their brain, they knew how to do it. The rubbing of their dicks together, squeezed so hard inside of the human sandwiched between them, felt delightful. They certainly did not want to stop any time soon.
And so, their rhythm was steady. Powerful. Intense. Pulling out until just the tips remained inside, then plowing right back in until their balls slapped wetly against their plaything.
Wesker could only scream in utter bliss. He was pressed between the two monsters. His face squashed against meaty, sweaty grey pecs. He nuzzled them, drooling and licking, teasing the plump nipples between his teeth.
His ass had never been stretched so wide before. His hole completely destroyed by the two gigantic brutes. Their cadence unfaltering, like they were keen on splitting him in two.
Truth be told, he would not mind dying like this.
But not yet.
Not before he had been thoroughly fucked and abused until he no longer felt anything.
He dearly hoped the pair had a good sense of timing because he craved to feel both of them ejaculating inside of him at the same time. Just thinking about it sent him over the edge once again.
A long, dry orgasm coursed through his receptive nerves. His body contracted hard around the two erections and compelled the Tyrants to fuck him even harder. The wet slaps of their pelvises against Wesker's flesh came in almost continuity now. The rhythm was crazy, maintained without a single break, without ever slowing down.
Wesker cried out in ecstasy and pain. Coming over and over every time his poor, beaten up prostate was crushed. The skin of his ass reddened by the constant impacts. His hole completely loose, fucked inside-out and puffed up by the friction. It felt like it was burning up. His limp dick was constantly trickling now, be it precome or urine. His organs were smashed aside so fast he couldn't even breathe. His stomach bulged with every shove. When the two were all the way inside, together at the same time, his entire body trembled with bliss.
The Tyrants were so strong and brutal. He was lost in a daze. He couldn't tell how long they had been fucking him like this.
Minutes?
Hours?
He was down to having one constant orgasm now, but he was barely conscious anymore. His body convulsed in pleasure, but his mind was so far away.
At some point, his vision blurred and he completely lost track of everything as the Tyrants kept mashing his insides into a pulp.
They did not notice his lack of response. His sloppy, dripping hole still felt good and it was all that mattered to them. He was nothing more than a monster fucktoy. Their engorged, turgid cocks gliding against one another within. Precome oozed out with every shove and fell to the cold floor in large, wet globs.
When Wesker finally came to, they had not yet stopped.
How long had he been out?
He couldn't tell.
Did he lose consciousness or did he die?
He was not sure.
Somehow, he was hard again now and could already feel his balls working up to pump another desperate load out of him. His erection rubbed against the stomach of the mutant before him, coating its grey abs with plenty of come. His abused prostate granted him an even more impressive load than usual. Despite his tiredness, his dick spasmed powerfully. Thick strands of white shot up and even splattered the Tyrant's emotionless face.
Much to his surprise, the creature licked the liquid that trickled over its lips. Tasting it. Swallowing it.
"Fuck, you turn me on." Wesker panted in response. He loved how receptive to sex this model was.
The twins' pace had yet to slow down. They did not miss a single beat.
His whole abdomen was numb now. His insides had been pummelled into complete submission. He could hardly feel his stomach anymore. His hole had long capitulated, his rectum sagged like a discarded red sock, wet and limp over both hulking members abusing it. His toned ass sported deep dark bruises from the plowing. His legs were completely paralyzed from being held in this position for so long.
Wesker leaned back against the strong chest behind him, "You two are just too much." he whimpered in a small voice, praising the monsters for their great talent.
As they held him, he used both his hands to toy with his flabby prolapse. He ran his fingers around his overstretched anus, now almost purple from the incessant abuse. He squeezed his exposed intestine, feeling the giant hard-ons moving within. He was in such a state that, even when the Tyrants pulled out, they were still inside of him in a way. He had turned into a warm cocksleeve and he greatly enjoyed this feeling.
Just as he was getting accustomed to their brutal motions, their cadence increased tenfold. So strong and fast Wesker felt his pelvic bone crack and his insides rupture.
He would have screamed had he been able to breathe. The only sound that escaped his throat was a long, low hiss followed by a choke that had the distinctive coppery taste of blood. He knew he was in bad shape. His face was completely smothered by heaving monster pectorals, drenched in odorous sweat.
Both Tyrants came in unison, emptying their giant balls as far as they could inside of the helpless human squeezed between them.
Wesker gurgled as his stomach was filled up with seminal fluids until it was round and swollen.
Mere seconds later, the pain was nearly unbearable. Thick, pungent semen flooded all the way up his throat and out of his mouth and nose in a slimy, bubbling mess. White mixed with red. They had completely torn up his insides and busted many of his vital organs in their orgasmic frenzy. His distended anus also spilled forth plenty of seed and blood.
Like the previous models, these two were also ridiculously abundant. Wesker both hated and loved this. It felt disgusting and hurt horribly, but goddamn did it turn him on to be filled up beyond his capacity by hot Tyrant sperm.
One was already more than enough to make him retch everything.
Two was just absurd.
There was so much liquid being pumped into him so fast it gushed out of his mouth like he was a fountain.
It was grotesque and, if he could see himself, he would not have believed his eyes. His body could truly withstand the most vile of degradation. Even the most depraved of human beings would have averted their eyes from the spectacle.
After seemingly interminable minutes, the two Tyrants had nothing left to give and pulled out.
Wesker fell to the floor, splashing in the pink, slimy, lukewarm puddle. He was dizzy and the room was spinning around him. He was still emptying himself from both ends, choking and trembling.
His bones fused back together. His organs healed themselves. His prolapse folded back inside. He was almost as good as new, safe for the cavernous gaping of his ass.
"Again..." he barely managed to gurgle inbetween come-drenched hiccups.
He was still so turned on, he shoved his fist back inside of him. Punching his hole without mercy. Beating his ass lips swollen. The virus had completely messed up his libido. The taste of semen in his mouth turned him into an even bigger slut. Once started, he could hardly stop himself. Even pain got him off.
Much to his dismay, this model had the same issue as the previous ones. One orgasm and they were unresponsive. They just stood around, motionless, basking in the afterglow of newfound pleasure. He knew it was useless to try and get them hard again.
He needed a smarter Tyrant.
A more resilient Tyrant.
He had to keep on training. Not only to see just how far he could push his new body, but also in order to be able to control his insane lust. As good as it felt to fuck monsters twice his size, it was an incredible weakness to be rendered powerless like this.
He didn't know where he'd find a suitable partner to help him with this particular problem.
He just had to keep on searching.