He didn’t give the rightmost captive a breath. He hooked his foot on the statue’s petrified calf, using the stone limb as a brace, chest smashed to the broad back, hips driving. The ass still burned from the life he’d poured into it; his cock slid deep and thick, wet sounds slapping between their bodies.
“Take it,” he growled into the marble ear, teeth scraping the frozen ridge. “Feel me. All of me.”
A voice answered him—low, broken, alive. The man in the wall moaned, a breathy, shocked sound that turned into a needy, helpless whimper when the captor ground higher and jammed himself to the root.
He stretched for the control while hammering into him, fingers groping along the panel. “Let’s tighten you up,” he panted. “Hold me—hard.” His thumb found the glow and dragged the slider down.
Halfway.
The change snapped like a trap. Stone crawled over the captive’s ribs and throat, but the ass stayed flesh—hot, slick, clenching. The balls below stayed alive too, bouncing against the wall with each thrust. The man moaned louder, muffled by the marble creeping up his jaw. “Ah—ah—oh god—don’t—”
“Shut up and take it,” the captor hissed, slamming him through that shrinking band of heat. The mix of give and bite made his eyes roll, made his breath saw. He watched the slider and timed his thrusts to it, spearing through the living ring as if fucking a wound he controlled.
He pushed the switch the rest of the way down.
Silence. The moan cut off mid-note. In the same beat the heat vanished; the ass turned to stone around him, locking him in a vise. He hissed through his teeth, forehead thudding to the frozen neck. “Fuck—yeah. Tighter.”
He could barely move. The thrusts shrank to brutal, stuttering punches. Marble rasped his shaft, every grain a spark up his spine. He hooked his foot higher on the statue’s leg, hauling himself for more leverage, driving by sheer grind. “You’re mine,” he said against the unhearing ear. “Mine.”
A few more short strokes. The tightest grip he’d ever felt. Edges sawed him open—edge, edge, edge—
It broke.
He came in a hard, savage flood, hips jammed flush, throat cracking on a groan. “F—fuck—” His cock swelled to a painful hardness and then harder still, veins fixing, skin paling, density changing. The organ turned to iron, then to something worse—stone—locked inside the statue’s stone.
The change ran up his root like ice water. His balls glazed over; the next pulse of cum crawled out of him in a thick, shining rope that stopped mid-spurt, clinging like lacquer. Marble spread across his lower belly, over the deep carve of his abs. His breath hitched. “No—no, not me—”
It climbed.
His chest webbed with gray veining. The hand braced on the wall petrified from palm to elbow; tendons froze in elegant relief. His jaw numbed; the groan he tried to push out became a strange, solid thing in his throat.
“Up,” he rasped, desperation tearing through the haze. “Up—”
He reached for the switch with his free hand, one finger diving for the glow. The fingertip kissed green. Marble sprinted faster.
His forearm locked mid-reach. Biceps, shoulder, collarbone calcified with a rushing hush. Half his face seized in a snarl; the other half still sweated, eye wild and wet....