Notes

Wilhelm just wants to practice his sword skills. But somehow, it ends up becoming something entirely different.

Wilhelm is in the courtyard, sword in hand, the sun beating down on him. Sweat drips from his shirtless body, sliding down mounds of muscle and dripping to the grass underneath.
His pectorals, flexing with every swing, glisten in the sunlight, but Wilhelm, despite the sweat adorning his body, is, except for slight sounds of exertion, silent.
He hears someone behind him, casually walking toward him with the kind of nonchalance few could achieve.
He turns around, unconcerned, and his body only slightly tenses when he notices the person is Reinhard. Their relationship has been... strained, to say the very least, and he knows it's mostly his own fault, but he still can't find it within himself to want to repair it. But here he is anyway, even though he should have no business here, even though it's early in the morning and Wilhelm's pretty sure very few are awake.
"Reinhard," he greets wearily, slowly dropping the sword to his side, sweat continuing to trickle down his sculpted, muscular body. Wilhelm notices with a kind of innocence only those very young or very old possess that Reinhard is very obviously... observing his body. No, not ogling, definitely not that.
"Wilhelm," he replies slowly, and then takes another step towards Wilhelm's bare body. Before the old man can do anything, before he can even try to step back, his firm body is being pressed against Reinhard's forcibly.
"Ah-" Wilhelm gasps out as his hard pectorals presses against the fabric of Reinhard's shirt. "What- Reinhar-"
Reinhard does not reply, only slips a finger beneath the hem of Wilhelm's pants and pulls roughly downward. Wilhelm feels his face heat up, his embarrassment increasing tenfold when he realizes he no longer even has any undergarments on.
Reinhard tuts slightly when Wilhelm tries to cover his exposed penis and grabs both hands with overwhelming force. The muscled old man struggles beneath his grandson, but there is nothing he can actually do to stop Reinhard from doing whatever he wants to him.
"Honestly, Wilhelm," Reinhard says as if disappointed, "you try to cover it now? You flaunt around that sexy body of yours outdoors and then you have the guts to try to hide yourself NOW? I do believe," he says with glee, "you need to be punished."
A renewed burst of shame hits Wilhelm, and he buries his face in Reinhard's chest to cover his red face. He can feel the vibrations rumbling through Reinhard's chest, and he groans weakly as the pleasant sensation courses through his firm, muscled body.
And then, suddenly, Wilhelm is being carried over Reinhard's shoulder. Of course he protests, but Reinhard ardently covers the old man's mouth the entire way as he leaps across the city until he reaches a house and throws Wilhelm onto the bed on the second floor. Wilhelm only has a few seconds of freedom, however, before he's being covered by Reinhard's naked body, hands fondling sizeable pectorals and feeling up hard abs. Wilhelm writhes and cries out desperately, the pleasure both foreign and unwanted, but Reinhard does not stop.
Suddenly, there is a hand on his cock, stroking, toying, while the other teases a nipple without mercy, and suddenly Wilhelm is screaming, sobbing from the pleasure, come erupting from his leaking cock and his entire body feels the pleasurable aftershocks, reflected in the uncontrollable aftershocks he feels throughout his muscled body.
"Please, no," he manages to gasp out between convulsions as Reinhard continues to tease his grandfather's cock.
"Oh, Wilhelm," Reinhard sighs dramatically, "do you honestly think you have a say in this? Just take it like a good little slut," he hisses out as Wilhelm claws at the bedsheets, his hands seeking help they'll never find.
When Wilhelm's orgasm is finally over, when he almost feels like breathing a sigh of relief, he feels a finger prodding at his behind with insistence, and his cres renew as one pierces through the tight muscles and hits some spot in him that leaves him trembling with pleasure and desire.
But no, no, he doesn't want this. He doesn't want this, he would never-
Wilhelm roars again as come spurts from his cock in intervals, his back arching from the bed as come covers his muscled torso and pectorals with force.
When the torrent of pleasure ends, the old man collapses onto the bed with bone-deep exhaustion, barely conscious, barely aware of the come adorning his perfectly sculpted body.
But the pleasure in his ass doesn't end. In fact, it seems to intensify as Reinhard sticks two fingers into the old man's ass this time, and Wilhelm helplessly humps the bed with pleasure-filled vigor, cock rubbing against sheets and spreading pre-come all over them.
"Ahhh- ah, R-nghhh-" Wilhelm grits out as Reinhard places two more fingers into him, his hands tightening into fists as uncontrollable pleasure fills his body.
"Look at that," Reinhard coos almost gently as he mercilessly plunges the four fingers in and out of his grandfather's ass, Wilhelm uncontrollably thrusting up and down. "You're already taking four fingers. You really are meant to be a slut, aren't you." It isn't a question, not really.
Wilhelm can only sob and cry and scream, his responses involuntary, triggered by overwhelming pleasure that floods him with both shame and ecstasy. It is a sensation that both contradicts all of his ideals and makes him want more, want so much more.
By the time Reinhard actually enters Wilhelm, the old man has already come 6 times, but Reinhard shows no signs of stopping his assault on the poor old man even as Wilhelm's voice grows hoarse from overuse.
Hours pass (probably, not that Wilhelm could tell), and Wilhelm comes and comes and comes and comes, comes so much his entire body drips with come and his cock too is drenched in it. Reinhard obviously takes great pleasure in violating the old man, in making him scream in pleasure and covering him in sin, making him confront the fact that, in the end, he cannot conquer his body entirely.
Eventually, Reinhard stops. Wilhelm is left on the bed on his front, every single square inch of his muscled and firm and perfect body absolutely smeared and covered in thick come. He can't move, his bones have been reduced to sludge and jelly, he isn't even sure how he's still conscious.
But Reinhard, even then, still isn't done with the slutty old man. Wilhelm is only left alone for a few hours, and when Reinhard comes back, it is with a guest. Julius, a knight and member of the Royal Guard, who regards Wilhelm's trembling muscled body with the kind of lust that fills Wilhelm with apprehension and yet, at the same time, anticipation.
Julius and Reinhard work together to debauch Wilhelm and his sculpted body in every possibly way. Without the energy to move, they manipulate his body shamelessly, placing him in increasingly creative positions and forcing pleasure onto him without end. He is fucked against the window, his naked body pressed against the window, and Wilhelm is pretty sure nobody would even be able to tell what was happening exactly because the window too now is entirely covered in come.
Afterward, they make him kneel on all fours like a dog and Julius stuffs his ass while Reinhard devours the come on his chest. Wilhelm comes two more times like that, desperately trying to thrust away even while knowing there is no escape, that there won't ever be an escape from this overwhelming pleasure.
After that, they place his body on a table and practically devour him like a feast. By the time they are done, a new coat of come covers Wilhelm's body, and he can only lie on that table, staring up at the ceiling hazily through exhaustion and the aftereffects of his latest orgasm.
"You look good like this, old man," Reinhard crows proudly, preening over his grandfather's body. "Utterly debauched and fucked out, unable to move a single bone, ripe for the taking." Wilhelm doesn't even try to reply, his voice has long since gone out and now the only times he becomes vocal is when he's being fucked and violated, when he's involuntarily sobbing with unending pleasure.
"Indeed," Julius agrees quite amicably, "you look truly delicious like this."
They leave again, and this time they bring Subaru, Roswaal, and Ricardo. All five men look at Wilhelm with hunger, desire, lust burning in their eyes, as if the old man were nothing but an object to be used and used over and over again until death.
As Wilhelm lays there helplessly, his body spread out across the bed, his pectorals and abs covered in come and sweat, his muscled body barely moving despite his struggle to run away from the voracious appetites of the men around him, he wonders what would have happened if he'd just left his shirt on that morning.
"No point in thinking about hypotheticals, old man," Subaru jeers at Wilhelm as he pushes into the old man's ass, Wilhelm roaring once again as both Subaru's and Julius' cocks push into his ass as the old man's cock is devoured by Ricardo, Roswaal playing with his toned and sculpted chest and abs while Reinhard ruts against his firm and muscled back. "The point is, you're here, being fucked senseless like the little slut you are."
"Don't even think about escaping," Reinhard adds as he pinches a nipple and forces a choked groan out of the fucked-out old man, "now that we've had a taste of you, we're never letting you go."
"You'll live out the rest of your days as our fuck toy, an object that we use to release our desires," Julius adds. He thrusts out of Wilhelm, and the old man almost cries in relief until he feels the wet sensation of a tongue licking the come out of his ruined ass and he screams once again as he fills Ricardo's mouth with come.
Wilhelm thrusts helplessly, writhing and screaming and crying as his old, battered, muscled body is fucked and fondled and violated and debauched by five men simultaneously. He is held in the air and raped, utterly fucked into oblivion, and when the five men have other duties to attend to, they simply drop the exhausted old man onto the floor and leave the old muscled, sculpted body to languish in a pool of his own come, knowing he won't be moving for a few weeks at the very least.