Vomius stepped out of the town car, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of the luxurious hotel that loomed before him. He was young, ambitious, and had just been promoted to the position of head guard for one of the most notorious mobsters in the city: a krogan named Drukk. It was an exciting opportunity, but also a nerve-wracking one. Vomius had heard stories about Drukk's temper and his penchant for violence, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear as he approached the entrance.
As the night wore on, the hotel's pool area began to fill up with the city's most dangerous and powerful criminals. They arrived one by one, each carrying a bag filled with casino proceeds, their faces hard and unreadable as they made their way to the bar. Vomius watched from a distance, his eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of trouble.
And then, Drukk arrived.
He made his entrance completely naked, his massive form causing the entire room to fall silent. He was surrounded by a group of turian boys, each of them vying for the krogan's attention. They fawned over him, their hands eagerly servicing his flaccid cock and balls as Drukk lounged in the pool, a satisfied smile on his face.
Vomius couldn't help but stare. He had never seen anything like it before. The sight of the krogan boss being pleasured by the turian boys was both shocking and arousing, and Vomius found himself unable to look away.
Drukk's eyes met his, and Vomius felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't tell what the krogan was thinking, but he could sense the power that radiated off of him. Without warning, Vomius found himself being thrown into the pool, his body slamming against the edge as Drukk's powerful grip pinned him in place.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Drukk growled, his voice low and menacing. He reached out and ripped off Vomius' clothes, leaving him vulnerable and exposed in the pool.
Vomius screamed and tried to escape, but Drukk's hold was too strong. He couldn't move, couldn't break free. He could only stare in horror as the krogan's huge cock came into view, the tip already glistening with precum.
"Please, no," Vomius begged, his voice shaking. "I'm your new guard. I'm here to protect you."
Drukk laughed. "I don't need protection from you, little turian. I need pleasure, and you're going to give it to me."
And with that, Drukk began to rape Vomius, taking pleasure in the turian's struggles. The water around them turned red as Drukk's cock tore through Vomius' insides, causing the turian to scream in pain. The turian boys in the pool openly masturbated to the sounds of Vomius' screams, reminiscing about Drukk's past victims.
With one final thrust, Drukk broke Vomius' spine and pulled out his blood-covered cock, smiling at the lifeless corpse.
"Clean my penis," he ordered the boys, showing no remorse for what he had done.
Vomius' body floated in the pool, a reminder of the dangers of crossing the powerful krogan boss. The night continued, with Drukk showing no signs of stopping, and the turian boys eagerly awaiting their turn.
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