Lou was caught in a Skaven ambush, and things were looking bad. He had signed up with the caravan because he'd thought it'd be an easy paycheck. Now rats screamed from all directions and it took all he could muster to stay alive. The battle overwhelmed and encompassed his senses. He hadn't a chance when one Skaven on the sidelines threw a sickly green orb at his feet. His first instinct was to kick it. Bad instinct. The moment the glass orb shattered, his vision started to fail, and soon the rest of his senses.

Lou awoke with a start. He could barely see his hands in front of him, and a musty kind of smell filled his nose. Wherever he was, he was being jostled around. The feeling of the shifting walls around him were that of burlap, and as the memories of what had happened before returned, uneasiness set upon him. The Skaven had captured him, surely. Knocked him out and tossed him into some rotting sack. He was surprised to find no bindings on his limbs, and immediately set about trying to find the hole for the bag. As his hands finally found purchase and reached out, he heard a booming voice.
"Ah, slave-meat has awoken. Fun-fun!" Suddenly, his arms were pinned together and he was lifted out of his prison by a giant Skaven! No, he realized. The Skaven was not giant, he was shrunken! Lou struggled to find words, and before he could get some out the Skaven talked:
"Do not worry, we're almost to camp." And shoved him back into his belt pouch. It wasn't long before an excessively bouncy ride came to an end and the half-panting Skaven pulled him out again. He found himself in a small tent, most likely the Skavens quarters. It was sparsely furnished with a cot and a candlelit table, which had a strange looking tube resting on it. The Skaven sat on the bed and looked right at Lou.
"I bet slave-meat tastes good." The Skaven said, cackling as he held Lou over his gaping maw, drool coating the cragged teeth. His beastial tongue whipped around and licked at Lou, who looked down in terror at the long throat that awaited him.
"Haha, no meat though." The Skaven brought Lou in front of him and continued, "But I have an idea of what slave-meat can do!" Using his free hand, the Skaven pulled the knot that held his loincloth together and let it fall off. He dropped Lou down on the cot between his legs. Lou looked up and gasped. Even half-flaccid the rats manhood dwarfed him.

"Get to work-work!" The Skaven commanded as he roughly moved forward, pushing over Lou with his sack. The sweat from the Skavens running now dripped freely onto Lou, soaking him as the rats heavy musk invaded his nose and clouded his thoughts. He was now pinned under the slowly growing rod of rat and in front of the twitching balls. He quickly decided the only thing he could do was try to please the Skaven, and started to rub up and down the Skavens pulsating shaft, in a kind of full body massage. It didn't take long for the manhood to get fully erect, soon twitching violently every few moments, causing Lou to have to hold on and bob up and down. The sight was apparently quite funny to the rat, and as he cackled, it caused the action to repeat. Lou soon lost his grip and fell off, landing in between the Skavens legs again.

"Why'd man let go? I think he likes it." The rat said, lifting his heavy cock up and over Lou, hovering ominously for a moment before coming down with a meaty thud. The breath knocked out of his lungs, Lou could hardly react to the Skaven doing it again, and again, and again, until pre leaked from his tip. It practically rained down on Lou, covering him in a white sheen. He had thought the sweat from the Skavens sack had been musky, but this was just overpowering. Through blurred vision, Lou saw the rat look away for a second, then stare back at him.

"I have an idea. Good-good!" He lifted the soaked man up and grabbed that tube from his table. Before he could understand what was happening he was shoved into the tube, suddenly surrounded by soft... gel? The image of the Skavens eye staring at him from the tubes entrance was quickly replaced by the head of his manhood, and the realization of what this tube was hit Lou, then the Skavens cock did. He was slammed into the back of the makeshift fleshlight, watching as the dick disappeared and was shoved back in. Pre oozed constantly from the rapidly moving cock, giving Lou another coat everytime it bashed into him. The fleshlight shifted, and became angled downwards, making all the fluids pool at the bottom, surrounding and almost submerging Lou. The Skavens pace quickened abruptly, and even through the muted walls Lou could hear the loud slapping of the Skavens balls against the fleshlight. Then, the Skaven stopped, hilted as deep as he could, cockhead almost squishing Lou against the back wall, and released his load. Wave after wave of cum gushed from the rat, washing over and completely covering Lou. All he could smell, see, and taste was the rat.

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