Two burly travelers swathed in the colors of the Screeching Empire were heading straight towards him, standing a full head taller than the diminutive Swift. Lying on the ground with only his metal chastity belt to give him a shred of dignity, Swift whimpered for his master in a fit of fright. Alerted by the noise, the two travelers who were now clearly soldiers of the empire closed in quickly and dragged the poor boy to his feet.
The larger one spoke first "h..eh look what we got here, a little twink manlet," as he held Swift up by his shoulders. "What the fuck is he wearing though, a metal shit strainer?" the second remarked, glaring at his metal guardian. Shaking Swift to see if he was even alive was the large one, with the name of Whoreley emblazoned on his cloak under the crest of the Wonderous Teletubbies division. "May as well try and help the poor little lad, maybe we should feed him some gains", Whoreley, ever the humanitarian, muttered. Before poor Swift could even utter a word, he was roughly shoved down to the ground, pain shooting up through his knees. A quick game of rock paper scissors was played and the smaller soldier with only the name of 'Benji' and a crest of a really oddly deformed dog, was declared the winner. Saying only "I'm going to enjoy this," he grabbed both sides of poor Swift's head and interlocked their tongues.
After a few minutes of intense tongue boxing, Benji was quickly bored of Swift's inexperience, and decided to pleasure himself in other ways. This left the big man himself all to Swift, unslinging his manhood like a firehose wrapped around his waist he grunted from the effort. "Open wide sunshine," he snarled as he forced the lads mouth open, "accept my gift with love or I'll break your pretty teeth".
What followed was almost too much to describe properly, the poor sheltered and innocent lad was repeatedly used by the vile imperial brute. Mouth and throat stretched to the breaking point, filled with all manner of vile fluids, Swift lay weeping on the ground. Passing by only to spit upon their victim, Benji proclaimed, "here lies the saddest cunt I've ever seen". Whoreley wrapped up his mighty meathose and swung it around his waist again, drained of protein, he must continue on to Cuckistan to find sustenance. In his mind, Whoreley wondered if he had truly helped the poor anaemic looking boy, as his body could not possibly hold that much protein.
As he lay there crying, drenched in the milky bounty of Niagara Falls, Swift once again thanked his gods that the chastity belt was secure. Although attempting to shit through a mesh screen was difficult and often resulted in his legs being showered in filth like some dirty pajeet, it had saved his asshole from a brutal rupturing. Swift could do nothing but lay on the ground sobbing and gasping for air, unable to breathe through the sticky fluid drowning his lungs and coating his throat. The acrid taste of Whoreley's kind donation made him retch and heave, trying desperately to expel all of the protein for fear of becoming too swole. Trembling, Swift managed to get to his feet and remove the rags from his makeshift shelter, wiping himself down he attempted to remove all of the cum and dirt that was now encrusting him like a shell.
There would be no sleep for him tonight as the roads were just not safe for a small boy of twink-like stature, and Swift was determined to make it to Cuckistan. Slowly, he padded towards the city. Picking off dirty cumscabs and occasionally nibbling at one out of curiosity, he was able to pass the time. Upon coming into view of the city wall, Swift immediately dropped to his knees and wept with joy, stammering out the required five Allahu Akbars as prayer to his god. With all the courage he could muster, Swift walked up to the gate guard and prepared to request entry to the city.