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Darkness.
He couldn’t see anything which only heightened the sensations flowing through his body. A pressure that built and then vanished, like relentless waves crashing into a rocky shore. A good pressure, a pressure he was addicted to.
Every time it pushed back in, he could feel his entire body try to clamp down on it, begging to keep it in, only for it to pull back out. Leaving him feeling empty, wanting more. Needing more.
The sound of keyboard tapping, coughing and the buzzing of printers filled the air as he rubbed his tired face with his hands. Harry was meant to finish a report before clocking out, but he just couldn’t focus. Not while his mind was in a totally different place.
He pulled out his phone and looked at his wallpaper. His boyfriend looked back at him. He was stunning. Those gorgeous green eyes emphasized by mascara, short brown hair with relentless bed head. And plump lips covered in the perfect shade of pink glossy lipstick. Jackie wasn’t a “masculine” man, he said he always felt better when “pink and pretty”.
Harry felt something stir inside him as it always did when he looked at Jackie. A hunger.
He felt it the first time as well, when they had first met at a crowded bar. A friend of his had pulled him out of his apartment to go have a drink and socialize.
Harry knew that Jackie secretly wanted to be used. Harry read him like a cheap erotic fiction novel, easily.
Since then, Jackie had changed. He had started out as a simple, cute but unkempt boy, but Harry had successfully moulded him into a pretty, pink, obedient toy. And they both know Jackie couldn’t ever go back.
That was almost a year ago now, but the hunger still feels as strong as it did then. And just as irresistible too. He felt himself throb in his pants, as if confirming those lewd thoughts.
He opened his phone and selected an app he had installed just yesterday, revealing a new pink and white screen with 2 large sliders.
‘He was such a bad boy yesterday, so he deserves a little punishment. Hopefully that’ll teach him to finish his meal next time.’
With a smirk he placed his finger on the left slider labelled ‘speed’ and moved it to the top. Stowing his phone away and with his cock now half-mast in his pants he decided the report could wait and picked up his briefcase, before leaving the office.
Darkness.
He heard it. He heard all of it. Each lewd squelch as the slippery fake cock pushed in. Each pop and queef as it withdrew from his hole. His own moans and grunts as it bottomed out.
Lying with his back on the bench Jackie felt its pace quicken, taking his senses by surprise.
“So lewd, so fucking lewd. Hnnnggg, fuck me.” He mewled into the room, briefly thinking that someone could be watching, the thought of which only further increased his arousal.
He could barely form a coherent thought. He felt a familiar feeling building up again. Something he could only compare to bliss. That delicious state where he couldn’t think. He could only feel, hear and most importantly, obey.
The noises intensified like an orchestra of lewd instruments reaching a crescendo, each one slapping, squelching, and moaning in a hypnotizing rhythm.
A loud obscene squelch and he felt his legs tremble in pleasure against the ropes restraining him, digging into his skin.
The thick dildo slipped out of his hole again, followed by a lewd queef.
It thrust itself back into his deepest parts. He groaned before going slack and feeling his eyes cross beneath the blindfold. His dick twitching and oozing out globs of precum.
“Oh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”
His words were garbled, but his mouth couldn’t stop the filthy words from spilling out. He was too far gone.
Jackie uncontrollably continued his almost crazed babbling. “Yes! Fuck me, oh fuck. Yes!” The fake cock retreated with an audible pop, letting all the built-up air push out in a loud queef. He immediately felt his body panic, desperate and needing the dildo or anything back inside his gaping, empty fuckhole.
“Please, please, put it back in. Deeper, harder. Please." He begged.
It pushed back in with force and continued slamming against his prostate. Each slam was followed with a string of precum drizzling down on his stomach, milking him, draining him.
Jackie began shake and felt his eyes well up from the overwhelming pleasure. As tears ran down his red cheeks. Normally he’d be more worried about mascara and pretty eyeliner being ruined. But the sensations were getting to him, almost being enough to drive him completely mad.
But he needed more, he craved more.
That is the problem with the bliss. Once it set in it always demanded more. He needed to get fucked harder. He needed his dick drained harder. He needed to become a messier slut. That’s what the bliss is. His absolute need to become a fucktoy. To be used. To have every single thought pounded out of him.
Suddenly, Jackie felt a familiar weight nudge against his face. It dragged across his check, and he felt it lap against his lip. It was soft but firm, and warm.
The machine abruptly stopped, leaving Jackie feeling achingly empty before it all clicked. He’d recognise the smell of his favourite cock from anywhere. Its thick musk was nearly enough to drive him over the edge.
“Look at you, you fucking slut.” Harry’s tone was degrading and confident as if stating it as a fact. Immediately, Jackie felt a surge of pleasure go through his brain. It pushed out any other thoughts, as if he was becoming dumber by the second. He only had space in his brain for cock.
“Just fucking look at you. Mascara running, glazed with precum. Your used up asshole gaping like a used sleeve. You’re just a fucktoy." The words were followed with hard slaps from the stiff warm shaft.
Jackie couldn’t help but grin from the weight of Harry’s cock on his face. “Yes master, I’m just a fucktoy. Please. Please use me.” He moaned hoarsely.
Harry’s hand firmly clasped around his neck and tugged. He followed the wordless command obediently, hanging his head upside down from ledge of the bench, ready for his master to use.
A finger traced along his soft full lips. His lipstick was still on. Pink and glossy, carefully applied. It came from a luxury, expensive brand. His master could only have the best.
“I want you to see who owns you as I fuck your mouth.” Harry lifted the blindfold from Jackie’s eyes revealing his master. The room they were in was dimly lit by dark, red lighting.
His eyes struggled to focus before he saw it, It’s long shaft and pristine tip. That fat cock had never looked so good. He could feel the bliss urging him on, creating an absolute need for that cock in his mouth. He needed it, and the chance to drain it completely. He was craved it so badly he felt his mouth watering uncontrollably. Drool. He began drooling for cock.
“Fuck, you’re drooling. I’ve never seen you so cock hungry before. That fucking machine has really done a number on you. Might be the best thing I own, other than you. I like you much better like this than how you behaved last night.”
‘Why is he talking? Just fuck my mouth already! Cock... stuff it in my filthy mouth. Choke my throat. Cock...’ Jackie thought to himself.
“Next time I get you something nice, you’re going to finish it, sauce and all.” Harry commanded.
Jackie then remembered why he was strapped down in the first place. He’d refused to eat from his new bowl. Even with Harry using his special sauce to persuade him. He was bratty, and now he’s being punished. Though it certainly didn’t feel like it.
“So now, you’re going to eat your fucking sauce like a good toy, and I’m gonna make it nice and fresh for you.”
Jackie’s mind was barely able to find the words with that thick cock dangling before his eyes like a delicious, hypnotizing pendulum. “This toy is very sorry, master. I’ve been a bad toy. Please let me make it up to you.” he pleaded with his hoarse voice hitching.
Harry gripped his shaft and pushed the tip into Jackie’s mouth. “We’ll fucking see how well you can make it up to me.”
Jackie did not resist for even a moment and hungrily welcomed the delicious treat into his mouth. Harry slid it in teasingly slow. Jackie could feel each ridge, bump and vein on his tongue and lips. A texture he adored. It tasted salty and addictive.
It pushed deeper and deeper until it reached his throat.
Like a good toy, Jackie had practiced his gag reflex away, but Harry’s cock was always a stretch. He did his best not to choke as Harry slid further in filling Jackie’s throat with a satisfied grunt.
“Your mouth pussy is tight. Good toy.” Harry slapped Jackie's cheek hard, spit and drool forming strands between his hand and the wet skin. “Good Toy.” With a grin Harry began to rock back and forth, sliding his throbbing cock in and out of Jackie’s now declared mouth pussy.
The sloppy sounds of gagging and choking filled the room. Harry couldn’t help but moan loudly as Jackie’s throat did its best to clamp down on that juicy dick. As if he were in a hypnotic trance, Jackie watched Harry’s heavy balls, eagerly awaiting their contents. In and out, slowly, in and out.
“Fuck, you deserve this you know that? You’re only good for getting fucking used and played with like a fleshlight. You’re made for taking dick.” There was anger in the words. Harry wasn’t just fucking Jackie’s mouth. But also unloading all his pent-up frustration.
“Now I am going to use you. And when I cum, you’re gonna swallow every drop like a good fucksleeve.”
Harry grabbed Jackie’s throat with two hands and sped up, grunting with rage. His balls slapping against Jackie’s face, the drool and spit webbing between them with each thrust, creating a new lewd display with glistening slobber.
Jackie relished the sensation. His throat should hurt from being abused, but it didn’t. The stretch felt so good. As he let himself be used the bliss closed in around him even stronger than before.
Suddenly, a loud beep rang out as Jackie felt something prod at his rear once more.
His eyes went wide as the thick dildo smoothly slid into his still gaping, leaking asspussy. He was now being thoroughly used from both sides.
From the from, his mouth was being pounded by Harry, Jackie’s brain flooding with the taste of cock. And from the back, relentlessly matching pace, was the thick dildo pumping Jackie’s prostate with lightning strikes of pleasure.
In that moment the bliss took over and Jackie felt only half conscious from the pleasure, all his senses being overloaded. Being used like this almost made him feel better than anything else in the world. The feeling of a craving, an urge, that he buried so deep and hid so carefully being fulfilled so raw and unashamedly was nothing short of pure euphoria. Harry was right, Jackie is nothing more than a filthy fucktoy made to take cock. He was made to be used.
Jackie was feeling an intense pressure building. He is gonna cum hard if this continued. But he could feel something else too. Harry was twitching down his throat, a tell-tale sign.
‘Yes. Fuck, fuck yes! He’s gonna cum soon. Cum… Cum...’ the dick-filled thoughts raced through his ravaged mind.
The machine sped up; ramming Jackie’s ass as hard as it could. Harry began to pant heavily above him.
“I’m gonna fucking cum, eat it you filthy slut!” Harry growled; his eyes locked with Jackie’s.
Grunting loudly Harry slammed his cock deep into Jackie’s throat. Jackie could feel Harry’s draining balls clench as they pressed against his nose, shooting ropes of thick hot cum directly in his belly
While still cumming Harry reached forwards and smacked Jackie’s dick. This sent Jackie over the edge, spurting hot ropes of cum all over himself as his dick violently wobbled back and forth like a plaything.
With his eyes wide, he screamed on Harry’s cock. His brain was being fried like it never had before. Thoughts raced through Jackie’s head, a mile a minute. Some of them were vulgar words. Slut, toy, ass pussy, cum. Some of them are obscene images of what this depraved display must look like.
Jackie’s mind was blank, he was fucked stupid.
They both took a moment to gather themselves as their bodies flooded with endorphins.
Harry panted loudly, slowly pulling his dick out of Jackie’s throat, letting it flop out onto his used toy’s face. The long strings of saliva now reaching the floor.
Jackie took in a big breath, coughing and heaving. He was exhausted, but it was completely worth it. He could taste Harry’s cum on his breath and felt it hot in his belly, it would have made him hard again had he not just came his soul out.
Harry crouched down, to Jackie’s eyelevel, and kissed him.
They both know that Jackie wasn’t a toy, and their love was more than just physical. It was a bond they’ve never had with anyone else. And in these moments of vulnerability, they felt closer than they could have ever hoped to dream of.
Harry gently undid Jackie’s bindings and cleaned him up in the bathroom where he checked for any rope burn or injuries. After checking in with each other and taking a moment to discuss the scene and their feelings. Harry took Jackie to their bed, doting on each other and giving extra reassurance whenever it was needed. They had done heavy scenes before and knew to never skimp out on aftercare.
“Pizza and a movie?” Harry asked, snuggling closer to Jackie.
“Totally, but first, naps.” They both chuckled as Jackie drifter to sleep in Harry’s arms.