The whore's squeals rang through the field of mist.
"No--I don't do that--no," she whimpered.
"You do what I tell you to do," I snarled.
"It'll cost extra," she mumbled weakly, as I forced her facedown into the bed.
Another girl appeared in the fog.
"Am I not good enough?" Gina asked, her voice grating. "You think I am needy. But she's needy. She's a whore."
"You're a whore," I said turning toward Gina. "A status whore."
I pulled down the prostitute's panties, exposing her curved ass.
"You cunts are always looking for something, huh? Money. Popularity. Comfort. Fuck that. Fuck you."
I pointed my cock at her hole.
"Is that what fucking is to you?" Maria mused. "Anger and sex interwoven. Are you angry because you crave something you cannot get? Or is it the anger itself you crave?"
Wasn't it Gina before?
My thoughts were slowed, like light slicing through air, bending into the water. Too slow for me to question whether anything made sense or not. In the haze, I let everything slide.
"Fucking cures anger," I mumbled. "They are enemies. Opposing forces."
Maria smiled. "Opposing forces have a way of binding together. Cancelling each other out. You can't fuck anger, Viren. But anger--it can cancel love into nothing. Is that who you are?"
I looked down at her ass. Furious. Horned. She was going to get it.
I couldn't move. It was just me, my heart beating in my chest; my throat; my brain; my shell. The world was empty.
"What is it that you want, Viren?" Maria asked.
I looked down, but she had changed. I recognized that ass.
Philo.
He turned to me, his fat lips puckering, his eyes glimmering wide.
"Please, Viren. Please," he whispered.
"Please what?" I asked slowly.
His asshole glinted up at me through the soapy mist.
"Fuck me, Viren. Fuck my desperate ass like you fucked that whore," Philo whimpered.
I shattered the dream like the surface of a soft sea, gasping for air. Drops of sweat clung to my body, forming little dream shards, suspended for a moment in reality. I couldn't catch my breathe; it hung just out of reach.
My hand rested on Philo's heart. I softened as I felt it beat into my palm. He was still asleep, smiling against my pillow. He had shucked the blanket off; there was nothing covering him except his tight black speedo, and even that was beginning to slip off.
It was just too tight to hold both his buff ass and his hardening dick. The head slithered out of his waistband. The tip glittered with precum and he moaned in his sleep. I stroked it slowly, not thinking.
"Viren," he mumbled. "Have your way with me, Viren."
I smirked. My cock was so hard. I hadn't gotten off in days. I needed to rub one off before I felt any more confused. I pulled the dusty box out from under my bed, pushed the magazines of naked chicks out of the way, and found the lube. I massaged it into my cock, pulling up and down in slow, slurping, clicks.
I did a double take on Philo. His asshole glinted at me again--my lube ringing his hole! That bastard was just pretending to be asleep, only to prime his hole at the first opportunity. My head was swimming.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.
His eyes were half-open as he looked at me. "If you are allowed to pull out that monster in front of me, then I am allowed to finger my ass in front of you," he said quietly.
He brought his finger toward his ass but I knocked it away. "You don't make rules around here," I said.
"Please Viren. Look what you are doing to me! God, I feel so empty."
"Too bad," I said, smirking.
"I'm fucking myself," Philo said matter-of-factly.
"No you aint," I said, grabbing his arms. I held them above his head. I moved my body on top of his so that he couldn't move, my cock and balls digging into his ass cheeks, which flexed defensively. He couldn't buck free.
"Tell me you are my bitch," I said fiercely.
"I'm your bitch," he said, his ass stiffening.
"That's fucking right," I said, snarling. Then I did something stupid.
I pulled his ass cheeks apart and lined my cock against his hole.
This bitch was asking for it, begging for it. My throbbing cock was sore with desire.
Philo craned his neck to look at me. His fat lips were pursed in anticipation, his eyes wide. "Viren," he whimpered.
I snarled and slid the head of my cock inside.
"Viren! Oh my god, Viren," Philo squealed. His big eyes were round, quivering with light; his mouth hung open, his ass muscles shivered in endless waves. His hole constricted softly, then gaped gently, then hugged me tight again.
I pushed part of my shaft inside, and Philo moaned deep. I slipped in and out gently, relaxing his hole, digging into the coral-shaped core of his ass.
He moaned senselessly. "Oh Viren! Oh my god. Oh my fucking god! Viren! Fuck! Viren! Fuuck!!!"
I smiled and pushed my cock in to the root.
He was screaming; his ass was clenching open and closed on my cock; he flailed; then, in a weaving current, cum blasted out of his dick.
"Fuck," he moaned softly.
"You came already?" I asked, startled.
"I couldn't help it," he said between gasps. "You are too fucking hot, Viren," he said, his face red.
I smirked, pulling my cock out a few inches before sliding it back in balls deep.
"FUCK!" Philo screamed. "It's so sensitive. Oh my god, please..." he whimpered. His channel trembled as my cock dug inside, my balls slapping against his legs.
"Please what?" I whispered, my tongue beating on his ear.
"Mercy," he said softly.
I growled. "I'm in charge bitch."
Philo hummed his assent. His defeated ass opened weakly, powerless beneath my hard fucking cock.
I drilled it.
"Viren," he whispered.
I could feel his body surrender.
He couldn't resist my long cock plunging in and out of his boy pussy.
"Viren!" he screamed.
"That's right," I growled. "You're my cunt, Philo. My bitch that orgasms to the touch." I stroked his dick and it grew hard again in seconds.
"I love you," Philo whimpered. "I--I'm desperate to please you. The truth is--I get off on being your bitch, Viren."
"Fuck yeah," I said, humping his soft, tight cunt. I ran my hands down my bitch's back and pulled his ass wide open.
I groaned, focusing on the feelings. Philo's ass was tight, warm, and wet; it hugged my cock, soothing; nurturing; loving; accepting; swallowing. He worshipped me.
I realized with a smirk Philo offered something new: sex for sex's sake. No ulterior motive. No hidden manipulative bullshit. Simple.
FUCK.
God, his ass was so tight as it squeezed my rolling cock.
"Do you like how my cock feels in your ass?" I asked, smirking.
"Yeah," Philo whispered.
"You like being my cum whore? My eager cunt?"
His breathing was uneven. "I'll do anything for you," he whispered.
"Tell me what you are. What you need," I growled.
"I'm your bottom boy," Philo whispered. "You've deprived me of your cock for so long that I am desperate for your touch--for your cum. I dream that you fuck me every night. You are making my dreams come true Viren. Please, breed me. Please, love me."
"You are a hole that needs cock," I said, shoving mine deep into his ass. "You are a man so you need sex, and you are a faggot, so you need to be fucked. God, why did I work so hard for a girl's pussy when you beg to be one?"
Philo just lay beneath me, accepting it all. His ass constricted tight, and I could feel it swallowing the length of my cock. The entire surface of my hot, long rod--smothered with soft, wet pressure. It tingled and pulsed; yearning for motion, for Philo's forged resistance.
I moaned, and Philo gasped slowly.
I pumped in and out, stretching him bit by bit.
Philo whimpered, pushing his ass into the air to allow a deeper fuck. I caressed his warm globes, kneading them apart, opening his ass.
I hammered his hole. My cock struck inside, my body beat against his ass. My balls were slapping against him, scattering sweat onto his body. My chest muscles stiffened against his back, which softened as I crushed him. My cock delved deep, searching, straining, swelling.
Each thrust elicited a fuss; a flail; a flex.
"Take it bitch," I whispered, biting his neck.
He moaned and submitted. His body sunk into the bed, completely open to my fuck. I drilled it with cock. My tongue swirled into his ear. "Is this what you wanted, faggot?"
"Yes," he whispered after a moment. "Oh, god yes."
"Every time you come over from now on, you are not just my best friend. You are my personal faggot. And I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with you."
"Please--don't use that word," Philo whispered.
I laughed. "I'll do what I want."
My cock dove deep into his tender hole.
I smirked. "You like that?"
Philo moaned. I pounded his ass; my cock slamming in; dragging out; coursing in; squirming out: I felt the sweat course from my tan muscles; the air filled with water; the salty beads dripped onto his back; my mind went numb, like the edge of a dream...
I heard Philo's voice echo in my mind.
""Fuck me, Viren. Fuck my desperate ass like you fucked that whore."
I whirled, my thoughts wild; I stormed his ass with deep, hard, drumming, slams; holding him down; so that he couldn't do anything but take it, take it, take it...
Philo squealed. "Oh my god! Oh my god! It's too fucking much Viren! It's soo deep Viren! GOD! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!! I love you, Viren!! Oh fuck!! VIREN! VIREN!!!"
I felt the waves of his ass suckng on my cock again. My bitch was cumming for the second time. He shrieked until all he could do was exhale soft moans.
I spewed into his gulping ass, gasping.
"Viren?" Philo whispered.
FUCK!
I pulled away and curled.
"Viren?" he said softly again.
I closed my eyes. What the fuck had I done?
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