Lily's moans echoed throughout the empty apartment. Boxes were still packed. Furniture had yet to arrive. All that was here was a bed, mattress and full-length mirror Candy had brought over. The slapping sounds got more vicious, louder too. There were muffled cries. Begging. Lily was roaring now.
It was 2pm in the afternoon and Charlie Hardy was having his ass stretched like never before. Lily's ass moved up and down as she mounted him, her dick sliding out and then further into Charlie's virgin asshole with each thrust. Drool soaked Charlie's gag; they had been Lily's underpants, stained with her pre-cum as she tried to hold back from raping the new boy in the apartment building when they had first arrived. But then Charlie bent his phat ass over one too many times, and here they were.
Looking in the full-length mirror, Charlie could see Lily as she grunted and hilted her cock in his ass, just to make him feel empty again as she pulled it out. She was stunning. She had dimples as she frowned, red freckles across her face that matched her red hair tied up into a bun. She was fit, with some abs and bulky arms, and her chest was the stuff of dreams; all she wore was a tank top that was barely holding her DDD breasts in as she pistoned down into his ass again. He felt her shadow over his own head, her 6"2' size dwarfing his 5"11'.
There was a knock at the door. Lily groaned in annoyance and ignored it, focusing solely on Charlie. His eyes were actively trying to roll back in their sockets. This whole affair had been too much for him. He'd signed the lease, and had been worried when the landlord had been eager for him to take the spot at such a low price. But he wasn't worried about that now: every cell in his body shook from each collision of Lily's hips to his butt, her cock finding a new inch to scratch as it bottomed out inside him. He felt his arms tremble, his face almost turning blue as Lily pulled tighter on the leash around his neck.
Lily slapped his ass. "Moan for me louder, bitch!!"
Charlie's moans got more frequent, more through his nose than through the gag, and Lily wrapped the leash around his neck once more, making the latex dig further into Charlie's skin as he choked. One hand reached up to his neck, to try and pry the leash free and Charlie collapsed, his other hand not capable of holding his and Lily's weight.
Lily tsked as Charlie's face smacked into the mattress, and she pulled tighter on his leash, forcing him to hold his head up higher. She bent over his back, face next to his and started to nibble on his ear.
"Do you know why everyone seemed so pleased to see you, you little bitch?" Charlie couldn't answer; he was having his brains humped out of him by Lily's cock still pistoning in and out of his ass, still making him leak precum.
Lily continued. "Because when you signed your little lease without reading it, you signed yourself over to us. Every..." THRUST. A little cry escaped Charlie's lips. "Single..." THRUST. "Woman..." THRUST. "Here..." THRUST. "Has needs. And so here we are, an all female apartment complex, with our first little boytoy. You like that, don't you slut?"
Charlie felt something slick inside him. It was unnatural, feeling wetness in a place it had never been before. Lily ripped out his gag as he cooed and moaned louder. "You're going to be used by everyone here. But you'll never forget me. I'm going to paint your insides white. And my cum is so addictive to little pets like you. It programs you. Once I cum, you'll always know how best to serve Mommy. You'll always come crawling back to me. Say you'll always love Mommy."
Lily's hand reached back to slap Charlie's ass. Charlie gasped. "Say it, bitch!"
"I'll always love you Mommy!!"
"Say you're just a little bitch."
"I'm just a little bitch for Mommy!"
"Oooh. Improv. Love that in a toy. Say hi to the cameras."
"Hi, camer--"
Charlie looked up. In the corner of the ceiling there was a camera, red light blinking. How had he not noticed it before? His mouth hung open. Lily cackled, her thrusts going slower, but deeper.
"Get ready slut. This is going to go all over the apartment WhatsApp. Ready to be a star? When I cum inside you, you're going to say thank you Mommy, alright you little slut?"
Charlie shook; he had already cum much earlier, but his balls were tightening up again, ready to go one more time. He felt dizzy, hazy, like a smoke machine had gone off in his brain.
All he could do was just what Mommy said he should do.
"Yes Mommy!"
Lily's hands gripped his sides, finally releasing the leash. His face flushed red, and he took in huge sucking gasps, and he felt her drive deep, deep inside him with her one final thrust. He could feel her in his stomach, her girth stretching him out.
And then she came. He came too, right alongside her, like a good little slut, but his tiny cock leaking out fluid was nothing compared to her. He felt himself almost buck as her cock twitched and almost lifted him.
Then came the flood.
He felt each twitch, felt each rope shoot down into his guts and splash his insides. His eyes almost went white as his insides turned that colour.
"Thank you Mommy!!" he screamed as she roared, making small and steady thrusts to make sure all her cum was going deep, deep inside him.
After a minute of heavy panting from the both of them, she pulled out. Her cock made a loud, lewd wet sound, and her 9inch cock slapped against her thigh as it left his no longer tight hole. Her cock was wet, covered with a thin white coating of cum.
She got off the bed and stood up, stretching, walking around to the front of Charlie as he sat there in a puddle of his own cum with Lily's cum leaking out of his ass, even though his face was down and his ass was up.
She gripped his hair and forced his face close to her cock. He remembered her comments from earlier, how taking a load inside you changes you, changes you from a man into a little slut. He almost felt the change happen inside him. His mouth started to water, throat twitching, as if excited by the prospect of having it lodged there and spewing cum. He instinctually knew what to do, and started to lick her length, cum now staining his upper lip. She laughed, pulling his hair more now. "That was a fucking lie, earlier. Taking my cum doesn't "teach" you anything, it just marks you as a slut. The way you're licking my cock right now, like you're an expert, that just means you're a natural-born cocksucker."
She gave him a playful slap across the face. He reeled slightly, and fell on his side on the bed. She looked down at him, sighing.
"It's a shame. Candy's outside, and wanted to use you today. I'll expect Pearl's already sent the footage around. She's the best landlord, honestly. But if she sees it, Candy would probably like to wait. She likes treating toys much better than I do, letting them rest and blah blah blah. So good news! No more dick today!"
She looked down at him and made him face her by tugging his hair again. "Or is it bad news? Does my little pet just want a little more dick?" She made a space of about an inch between her thumb and pointer finger. "A lil' more dick? Just a bit more?" She laughed and let him drop.
On her way out she drew her number on one of the cardboard boxes, with a little heart and "for my pet" beside it. She opened the box and pulled out a handful of cutlery before closing it back up.
As the door slammed behind her, Charlie sat in the dark, his sore and red ass up high in the air, and didn't know whether this had been a mistake or the start of something great.
———x———
Charlie stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't remember the last time he looked so broken: ass in the air, head on one side on the bed with his hair sticking up in places where she had pulled him.
He got up, and immediately felt a rush of euphoria. The moment of her cumming inside him, claiming him, replayed in his mind as he felt cum starting to leak out his asshole. Shit. He rushed to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, letting the cum slide out. He quickly stood up to get his phone from beside the sink and sat back down.
He looked down at his phone as it pinged. He had been added to a WhatsApp group by someone in his contacts. He opened the message and opened the link. It was to a porn site, and it was him and Lily. His face was blurred, but only slightly: if someone told you that was Charlie, you would see it immediately and struggle to see anyone else. Lily hammered into him on his screen and he couldn't help but feel his hand drift down to his cock and stroke it, just thinking of her dick.
"Oww, fuck."
His hand came away from his sensitive dick immediately, though it didn't stop him from getting harder. He remembered the moments the video was running through, the start where Lily had emptied the last of some lube onto her cock. He looked into his bedroom and saw the bottle on the floor. However much had been in there wasn't enough; there was still the feeling that she went in dry, and that maybe she really wanted that. He shuffled in place, feeling his ass itch from the bruising.
His moans came out of the phone and echoed around the small bathroom, and Charlie's breathing became heavier, harder, watching Lily's - no, Mommy's - intense face as she screamed at him to say her name. Then the video blurred, the sound faded and an advertisement for the poster's OnlyFans popped up in the video where you could watch the rest. Fuck. Not only had they raped him, they were probably going to make money from it. He sighed and sat back onto the toilet. He looked at himself in the mirror. There was still a red mark from where the makeshift leash had dug in, but apart from that and a little bit of sleep deprivation, he looked like himself. Mid-20's, fit, brown hair, blue eyes and a face like a model. He had modeled as a teenager, but the networking and the people made the profession off-putting. As he stood up, his 7inch cock swung underneath him, with a round and slappable bubble butt attached on his back side.
The doorbell dinged. Charlie perked up. Lily? He hurriedly turned on the tap, using handfuls of water to wash the sticky liquid off his thighs. He grabbed some underpants, trying to force a leg through each hole as he hopped to the door, opening it wide as the underpants slid on.
Who was at the door was a tall dark skinned - slightly pudgy woman - with flowing blond hair down to her shoulders. She wore a tight pink outfit that struggled to hold her G cup breasts in, carried a large handbag and - looking down - Charlie noticed she sported a big bulge at her crotch. It twitched as he noticeably looked down at it.
Candy tilted his head up with a finger on his chin. "Hi there sweetie. I'm Candy."
Charlie just stared at her for a second, admiring her face. It was soft, caring, in the eyes, the full lips, the way she seemed to always be smiling.
"Hi... Candy." Her smile brightened.
"Look, I'm not coming in here to force you into sex or anything else like that. I'm just here to help you unpack and maybe chat. Is that something you'd want?"
Charlie looked behind him into his living room. Boxes were piled into every corner, and the only one that had been opened at all was for a wine glass for he and Lily earlier.
"That would actually be great."
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Charlie cooked and they ate, talking about the city they were in, where Charlie had come from, and a little about each other. Candy had been surprised to know that Charlie had never seen a futa before. He had lived outside the Empire, had mostly dominant relationships with women, but had fallen on hard times and needed to live somewhere cheap and a friend had suggested this place.
Candy had lived here since she turned 18. Most of the women here had known each other since they were young, and had tried to have sex with each other at least once. The one thing everyone had in common was sexual frustration, something offering cheap rent to new boys was supposed to relieve. Candy explained it like this: it was blackmail, essentially. Two strikes and Charlie was out, and a strike could be someone complaining he broke a bylaw, the most convenient of which being that all men must accept and reciprocate any sexual or romantic advances made by a tenant who resided in property managed by "Pearl Holdings", which this building was. Most women had trouble finding commuted relationships. The people they bound ended up skipping out, or got bored of them after a while, so they developed a reputation and people steered clear of them. For others, they were just awkward. Lonely. Would just want a chat. Dinner. Maybe a movie.
As they ate, Candy found excuses to move her chair closer to his throughout the dinner. By the end, she found herself resting her head on his shoulder as he looked up photos from home to show her on his phone.
Charlie paused browsing on his phone and looked over at her. He could see her eyes looking up at him. Her eyes moved down to his mouth. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but she leant forwards, holding the back of his head and kissed him.
It was passionate, rough, her tongue pushing into his, his upper lip was sucked and her hands almost crushed his face as they caressed his sides. His hands reached up to her huge breasts, and started kneading them. He felt her moan into his mouth, and the sudden rush of hot air on his face made him dizzy.
She pulled away, and Charlie let his hands go away from her breasts. She pulled her tight shirt over her head, letting her breasts hang free. Charlie stared at them, at the small areolas, at the size, and then up at Candy's hungry eyes.
"Let's get something straight. I have a cock, but I don't want to put it up your ass today. You've been through a lot, so tonight is going to be all about you, and giving you pleasure." He said something, almost a syllable, before she cut him off with a finger to his lips.
"Honey, I wasn't finished. Now listen, even though it's all about you, I'm in charge. I get to decide what happens, when it happens, and I just need you to tell me if it feels good or not. If it doesn't feel good, say "pineapple". Say that word back to me." She took her finger away.
"Pineapple."
"Good! Okay. I might do things you're not familiar with. If you trust me, good things might happen, but if you're too scared, if Lily has made you too sensitive, just say that word and there's no consequences, no complaints. We stop, alright?"
"Alright." Charlie's smile was twitchy, cautious, but Candy smiled anyway. She put a hand to his cheek, tracing it down his face to his lips.
"Lily was right. You are a good little boy."
She tenderly kissed him again, then looked to the tiled floor.
"Get on the floor. Then strip and lay back."
Charlie hurried off the chair and got onto the floor, pulling all his clothes off as Candy approached, pulling down her tight pants to reveal her 8inch black cock, quickly stiffening and pointing towards Charlie. There was some urge in Charlie. Something that told him to head towards it, put his mouth on the tip and to let it fuck him until it came deep inside him. Candy sat down at his side, laying a pillow under his head, a hand on his cheek again.
"You probably want to suck my cock, right?" Charlie nodded. She giggled, tapped his nose. "Here in the Empire, when a futa cums inside a guy, they start to get a little cock-drunk. Addicted. Their brains forget things like times tables and start counting how many ropes of cum get shot into their mouths. Lily came inside you, so she might be your owner soon. But it doesn't seem to work on you, like it does on others. You're not as cock drunk as you should be. If you want someone else to claim you, someone whose cum you'd be addicted to forever, you might have a chance to pick someone who isn't Lily. Unless you like her, like how she treats you."
She laid her handbag by her side and started running a hand down his chest towards his cock, then ran it back up. Charlie let out a low exhale. "Just relax. Things will be easier if you don't think. Let me do all the thinking. All you have to do is cum your little brains out when it feels good to, okay?"
Charlie wanted to think, to tell her about how much he appreciated this, appreciated looking at her body as it sat so close to him, but everything seemed to melt away, turning to smoke in an instant. He felt her hand reach behind his head and pull him to her breasts. Without thinking, he started to lick at her nipples, pawing at her breasts. She cooed, and didn't stop him as his hand reached down to her large cock and started stroking it.
"Naughty, getting ahead of yourself..." Candy held one hand behind his head, keeping him to her breast as she reached down between his legs, pushing his legs apart. Then she reached into his ass with a finger, pushing in, moving it around until she could feel him squirming around her breast. Despite taking a pounding from Lily earlier, he was still tight, and Candy could still feel Lily's cum this deep in his ass as it stuck to her finger. She pushed a second finger in, and Charlie moaned, hot air brushing up against Candy's breast.
She moaned, tilting her head back as he fingers reflexively moved apart, stretching his insides. His kissing became more energetic, with more fervor. He mewled as she pulled out her fingers.
"It won't be too long, boy, I know you're itching to have your asshole filled."
She kissed him on the head and reached into her handbag, pulling out a small vibrator buttplug with a cord trailing out from the base attached to a remote and dial. She moved it down between his legs. "Okay, now raise your hips". Charlie complied, and Candy pushed the head of the small buttplug inside him. It fit but not snugly yet. Candy pushed his hips down onto the buttplug and watched in awe as the base of the plug became flush with his ass. This was a good little toy. She'd hit upon the jackpot, and maybe even found someone she could inflict her favourite toys onto.
She reached into the handbag a second time, this time bringing out a silicon pussy. She held his cock upright and began to rub his precum into his cock, lubricating it as his head began to drip like a faucet. Then, without warning, she slid the pussy down onto Charlie's cock.
His hips thrust into the air and he moaned into Candy's nipples. She pumped the pussy up and down. Charlie, in turn, began pumping her cock up and down in his hand, faster and faster. She let out a soft moan, biting her bottom lip as she felt the little toy in her lap become more and more eager to please her.
Letting go of the pussy, she reached down to the remote and turned the dial. It went from 1 to 5.
She turned it to 3.
Immediately the plug started to vibrate and Candy could feel Charlie's cock twitching violently in the pussy. She reached down to his balls and began to softly pull them. Charlie groaned.
"Sorry honey, just have to stop you from cumming for a minute. Remember the word though, okay?"
She moved the pocket pussy up and down on his cock, feeling it twitch with the stimulation in his asshole. Candy felt her cock start to spew precum. It began to leak profusely from the tip, spilling down into Charlie's hand. She tapped the back of Charlie's head with the hand holding him to her breast. "Listen up. I'm shedding some cum, so don't let it go to waste. Lick up that cum, then start treating my cock right. Okay?"
Charlie looked up, his body on autopilot, still trying to process what Candy had just said. Candy saw something in his eyes. He didn't seem like, didn't act like it, but there was a cunning behind them. A drive for something.
Candy cocked her head, intrigued, but it was lost as soon as Charlie moaned, his whole body shaking from the vibrator. Without taking his hands off her dick, he moved himself around so he was kneeling over her cock with his left side facing Candy so she could reach the pocket pussy still attached to his dick through sheer suction. He started to lick Candy's shaft as she pumped his cock. She turned the dial up to 4 and Charlie's mouth popped off her cock as he let out a shudder, eyes fluttering.
She grabbed his nose, forcing him to open his mouth and then dragged him by the nose back to her dick. "Keep sucking, pet."
She thrust up into his mouth as he sucked, feeling him gag. It was mean, but fun. Being mean wasn't her style, but she supposed she must've picked something up from seeing the way Lily treated Charlie, and seeing the way he had really enjoyed it. She kept pumping his cock and then pulled on his balls again. He shouted around her cock in pain. She had to delay him. She wanted them to cum together.
Her fingers on one hand weaved between strands of his hair as his mouth was over her dick, her other hand on the pussy. She could feel it. They were both close. Time to be a bit meaner.
She took a hand away from his head and turned the dial to 5. She felt drool spill out of his mouth as his mouth opened wide in a moan, the heady smell of the precum he just swallowed exacerbating his reaction. She moved her hand back to his head and shoved it down onto her cock while she angled her hips, hoping to try and fit her cock somewhere into his throat.
She felt him gag, and then felt the pocket pussy twitch. His gags turned into moans as his eyes closed. Good little boy. He was accepting his fate. His mouth closed over her cock as his hands bunched, his muscles clenched as he came. Candy threw her hair back.
This was fucking amazing. She'd need to fight Lily for this hole now. Even the throat is fucking amazing, and she could tell because in about a second, the throat alone would make her... cum.
Candy's eyes rolled skyward as she shot more cum than any other time directly down his throat. He felt him swallowing it, desperate for air and getting cum instead. She giggled, a lightheaded giggle while she was moaning and thrusting down his tight throat pussy. There was another loud gag as she thrust further, her cock still pumping, her hips still turned to give her cock best access down his throat, one hand still on his head, keeping his head on her cock.
The swallowing sensation alone, Candy cried out, biting a lip; Charlie was broken now, his ass vibrating and his cock shooting blank loads by now into the pocket pussy. His face was beginning to turn red and Candy hadn't noticed. She thrust into his face again.
If she was calmer, more levelheaded, she'd be worried about how much she was cumming, and how long she'd been cumming for. But this... this was the best moment her cock had had in a long time and it had possessed her. She laughed, high on the feeling of utter release and euphoria, but stopped when she felt a weird sensation around her dick. It was Charlie. Trying to speak.
"Highahhle..." Pineapple.
Shit!
Pineapple.
Candy pulled her cock out of his throat, and watched him take long hard gasps of fresh air, holding onto her thigh for stability as his cheeks turned from almost purple to their more normal flushed red. Candy pulled the pussy away from his cock, impressed by the amount of cum in there, but not saying anything yet, just gently laying him across her lap, stroking his chest, his hair as she lay up at him. She reached for the remote for the vibrator, turning it off.
She got up, grabbed something from the counter and quickly came back, resuming the same position with his head on her thighs, cock gently slapping against his cheeks.
She twisted open the cap of the water bottle and held Charlie's head up. She held open his jaw and tilted the bottle into his mouth. Charlie's eyes had glazed over. Poor thing. The cum was stronger than she thought it would be, perhaps because there was more of it than she had predicted. She should've stopped. That was silly. Stupid. She stroked his hair.
"I'm so sorry."
Charlie's hand reached over to her arm. She looked down at him. He was smiling.
"I really loved that. Thank you Candy." Charlie's eyes were slightly unfocused but there was still something in them. Something she had seen earlier.
Candy's face softened, and her cock twitched. She brushed his cheek with some knuckles, kissing his forehead.
"You really are a sweet little toy aren't you."
She grabbed the pocket pussy. "Still up for one last thing?"
"Anything for you." Charlie croaked out the words, half-smiling, his face still sore, and his throat still bruised.
Candy's heart twitched at that. She brought the pussy to his lips, just like she had with the water bottle. "A good toy swallows cum. All the cum, even his own."
She tilted it down into his mouth, and he gulped it down. She stroked his hair as he gulped one, two, three mouthfuls and then stopped. She brought the pussy away and then licked the insides of it.
"You have nice tasting cum, little boy."
"Your cum is incredible Candy. I could swallow it all day." She laughed, swatting at his arm.
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They sat there for a while, Charlie in her lap, Candy stroking his hair. As Charlie closed his eyes, he started to drift away, feeling like he was falling through a soft black curtain into something even more expansive and black. He saw two cocks in front of him. One was Candy's. The other was Lily's. He sat up on his knees and started to stroke both of them, mouth open.
Candy shouted in surprise as cum shot from out of her cock, into Charlie's face: while he 'slept', his hand had reached up towards her cock and given it a large pump. "Sorry, it must've come from that load, I just didn't pump it out because of the... thing." She looked down at his completely baffled face, looking down at his hand. His face was completely covered in her cum. She put the back of a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter.
She kissed his head, and reached between his legs, pulling out the plug. Charlie 'ooh'ed as the plug was pulled out, hissing through his teeth before it came out with a *pop*. Candy looked down at him in admiration.
"You've got a tight hole." Charlie didn't seem to acknowledge anything she said. He was deep in thought. Candy put a finger under his chin, forcing him to make eye contact. "You okay pet?"
Charlie looked up at her and she felt that twitch again in her chest. He looked sad.
"I told Lil-- Mommy, I was her toy. I was hers."
"I know sweetie."
"But..." He looked around, at the cum on his chest, the vibrator, the pussy. "I let you use me. Will Mommy be mad at me?"
The poor slut. He's gone cock crazy. He's forgotten about the rape. The choking. The way she treated him. Now all he craves is the cock, and the people who give it to him. It's a small but subtle step on the path to total addiction. For some people, it's a step they skip when the cum is potent enough. Candy looked down at Charlie, at his brain which was clearly fighting the addiction, trying to push back, but still failing. In the end, Charlie would be a cock-whore, unable to live without a fix from the person who binds him, the person who cums inside him... next? It was hard to say. It was close. Normally once would do it, one good creampie or swallow.
But he was different. There were still steps to go, from binding to total slut. He'd still have some intelligence, if he was trained right. Was Candy the right person to train him? Did she want to influence the choices he made now, the information he acted on?
Candy stroked his hair. "Nooo. Lily won't be mad at you. You're just a slut. You make mistakes, right? Everyone does. You just need training. Okay?" Charlie seemed to take that in. Process it. Candy hadn't lied. Lily might be angry, sure, but not mad. He's just a toy, after all, and can get stolen. It would just mean she would be more eager to want to possess him if she was serious about him.
Charlie looked up at her. "This is nice. Thank you for this, Candy. I love you."
Candy blushed, and slapped his face again playfully.
"Shush. You don't mean that. Even after I choked you?"
Charlie reached up, and touched her cock. He brought his face over to it and kissed the base, working up for four more kisses. "I loved the choking. I loved the way you held me. Everything about you, I love. I love your cock, and it's delicious cum too."
Candy hated this part. Having to leave. The part where she noticed it was late at night and she had something important in the morning. And it was happening now.
"I have to go now, honey." Charlie looked crestfallen.
"Oh." She stroked his chest and stood up. He stood up too. His eyes drifted from her cock, up to her face. He didn't notice how rapidly she was approaching him until it was too late. She gripped the sides of his head in her hands kissed him feverishly, her tongue pushing inside his mouth as he stood there, shocked, letting his mouth get violated.
He felt a hand reach down to his cock, and felt her tug it. He breathed heavily into the kiss, moaning, his sensitive dick heating up. She looked him in the eyes. Her cum had a special effect from other cum. Every futas cum was different in some way, but hers was special; for a short time, it reduced the refractory period of the person that swallowed it. She often swallowed her own cum if she wanted wall-to-wall orgasms.
Charlie's hips bucked and he looked down in shock as he came onto the floor, just barely missing the pussy. She kissed him on the cheek again.
"I'll see you soon." She picked up the vibrator and the pocket pussy and put it in her handbag, still dripping wet, her clothes stuffed in the bag too. Her breasts and cock dangling. Charlie moved towards her as she was leaving.
"What about your clothe--"
Candy gestured up at the ceiling. In the corner, a little light flashed on and off. Another camera. "Everyone's already seen me naked." She ruffled his hair, turned and stepped out, blowing him a kiss before closing the door behind him.
The apartment was empty now. Charlie paced, restless. He didn't know what to do. If he should sleep. Find someone... masturbate again? He was supposed to find a job in the morning, but maybe that could wait? He sat down next to the folded up cardboard boxes, his head in his hands.
He sighed. Looked over at them. May as well get changed and take them to his car to return in the morning. He started sorting though them, which ones were big boxes, which ones were small, and then he saw it: Lily's handwriting, Lily's number. He hadn't seen it before; maybe he hadn't been paying attention, maybe he hadn't unpacked this one, it had been Candy--
He raced to the kitchen counter for his phone, ignoring the alert for another porn clip shared in the WhatsApp chat. He plugged in the numbers in his phone keypad and dialled.
Wait. What the fuck was he dialling for? He looked over at the clock. It was 12:30pm at night. Their nap had taken a long time. Longer than he thought. Fuck. Should he hang up? Was he allowed to hang up? Would she think less of him if he hung up? Would she punish him? Is that something he wanted, to prove to her he could take it or was that something he didn't wa--
"Hello? Who is this?"
The voice was coming out of the phone! Raspy, throaty, but definitely Lily. He heard keyboard taps on the other end.
"Hello? Is this my little bitch?"
Charlie's whole body tingled. "Yes, Mommy."
He heard the line go silent. He started twitching. Nervous.
"Mommy, I don-"
"Shush. I just put you in timeout for a second because you didn't obey my commands the first time I asked you to identify yourself. You're wasting my time, so I wanted to waste yours."
Charlie fidgeted, looking down at the floor. Even over the phone it felt like she was right in front of him, right above him, looking and speaking down at him.
"Look at you. My little pet. Nervous. Pathetic. It's not like I can waste your time. You have no worth, so your time is worthless, isn't it?"
There was a pause.
"Isn't it?"
"Yes Mommy! My time is worthless!"
There was another long pause. Charlie twitched. He scratched his head. The phone did not leave his ear.
He heard a sound, on the other end, and started listening attentively, waiting for the order, to try and obey it as quickly as he could.
But there was nothing.
"Another time out, bitch. Do it again and you'll make Mommy really angry."
"I'm sorry Mommy! It won't happen again!"
"Good pet, good pet." Her voice was husky and rich now. It sent a shiver down Charlie's spine.
"Mommy has a task for you. Something to spend your worthless time doing."
"Yes Mommy!"
"I haven't even said what it is yet."
"I'll do anything!"
There was a low chuckle on the other side of the line, quieter, like the phone had moved away. It was closer when Charlie heard her voice again.
"Good, good... good slut. Now, you've made a mess. Pearl doesn't like messes. You're going to be a good boy, get on your knees, and you're going to lick up your little mess your little dick made. Is that understood?"
"Yes Mommy!"
Charlie was down on his knees in an instant, hunting for the spot where Candy had jerked him off before he left. He saw it. The glistening puddle on the tile. He crawled over, one hand still holding his phone to his ear, and brought his face close to the small puddle and started to lick.
"Good, good!"
He licked faster, longer licks now too, being sure to get it all.
"Three..."
Lick, lick, lick...
"Two..."
Charlie looked around for another stain, any more cum...
"One..."
There was some on his hands, from when he crawled into the puddle! He licked his hands clean, showing it to the camera.
"Good toy! What a good little bitch you were. Now bark!"
Charlie barked; they were short, sharp, energetic. He heard the musical sound of her laughter over the phone.
"Oh that's fucking ace, you dumb pathetic slut, my God I can't believe you actually did that. People were saying you aren't bound yet but look what you just did for me! And what do you want in return? If I could get you anything? Gold, pussy, what?"
Charlie opened his mouth to say something and then... forgot. What could he say? What could he possibly say?
"Cock. Please, Mommy!"
She laughed and he heard the phone hang up with a click. He looked down at his phone, astonished, the facts of what he had just done racing through his mind.
He moved a hand around his face, wiping Candy's cum from his cheeks and brow, running both hands through his hair.
He doubled over, crouching down, and put his head between his legs, looking down at the ground. What the fuck was happening to him?
His phone buzzed and he looked at it immediately.
It was from her number, a text.
"Good slut. We'll talk later. You've already made Pearl a lot of money, so you've done very well today. I'll get you some more cock tomorrow."
He breathed a sigh. And then something else came through. It was a photo, of her cock. Erect. Throbbing, by the looks of it.
His mouth dropped open. The next text:
"Don't save this photo. Give it five kisses. Then text five kisses so I know you've done it."
Charlie brought the photo to his mouth and kissed it once, twice, and then lost count. His head was foggy, but he knew it was more than five, at least. He sent through five kissing emojis and the picture got deleted.
"Should've taken your time. I know how much you love cocks. Now it's gone. A lesson for next time you see her." Then a devil face.
"Bye bitch."
Charlie put the phone in his pocket. He staggered around, looking for bed. He stepped slightly outside the kitchen, looking into the bedroom. The sheets were coated in cum. He looked back at the living room/kitchen, at the couch.
He was too tired to change his mind. He staggered towards the couch and faceplanted and immediately began to snore.
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The apartment building was more lively at 12:30am than it had ever been.
Cocks were being stroked.
Moans were escaping pursed lips, and cumstained hands were touching phones, moving mouses, all bumping up their OnlyFans payments to the next tier up, to see the full sex scenes of the new tenant they could rape, then to see it in full HD, up again to hear it as an ASMR audio track, next was the edited scene with closeups of his face, music and editing that flushed out the awkward bits and finally, the top tier, the unedited livestream of his bedroom.
Every futa in the building imagined themselves in one of those rooms, imagined seeing that wallpaper, those bedsheets as their new pet writhed beneath their cocks. They all trawled through the legal documents, trying to find a loophole in the rule that meant they couldn't march down there right now without Pearl declaring open season.
Lily knocked on Pearl's door.
Pearl opened it, her body wreathed in shadows while Lily stood in the light.
"Well fucking done daughter."
They embraced in a hug, and both laughed as Pearl showed her the bank account, the numbers going up. There was a list forming now, with the names of people who had subscribed, even those who were not even in the building had subscribed now too, and were paying through the nose to watch Charlie asleep on the couch.
The official real estate email for Pearl Holdings had taken 2,000 emails since the day had begun, since the website had launched. Empty apartments were being filled with haste. Contracts were being signed, all because of one man.
The secret was out. There was no escaping it now.
Charlie Hardy was getting fucked.
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For perspective, let's zoom out of Charlie's cumstained body as he lies asleep on the couch. His apartment is just one building in a top-of-the-line entertainment and living complex owned by Pearl Holdings. From the street, you can drive directly underneath a sign for "F. Sanctuary Park", onto a paved road that follows a small man-made brook. The road will eventually reach an underground parking garage. From there, everything is parkland. Six to ten story buildings border the park, with small two or three story buildings interspersed around the grounds. It is a large space: it goes for almost two kilometers from end to end and side to side. There is a cinema, a smattering of cafes, bars, clothing stores and one grocery store, all signage hidden away to provide some modesty to the complex. The theme is greenery: trellis designs hang down the sides of buildings, green ferns wrap around balconies and the park is lined with trees providing shade over footpaths and dogpaths.
The population varies: some apartments are elegant and take up a whole floor on one of the sparking white towers on the outer edge with convenient access to a range of facilities, where other apartments are more like battery farms; small spaces for single living all crammed into a two story building. Charlie lives in one of these: in fact, his building had a name, the Black Bunny, due to the black painted exterior and the odd angle of its solar panels which - to any observer - would look like bunny ears folded back. No wonder it was so cheap.
The clientele of this place all had a few things in common: they were mostly all futas, and extremely horny. New males were a novelty this far east of the city, close to a border of a more rural county. Charlie was a prize catch: his fat ass, girlish moans and eager submissiveness spread the word around and drove people towards Pearl's OnlyFans in droves. Anyone who was anyone in this suburb was replaying his rough fucking by Lily, Candy's antics with his cum, and checking their monitors obsessively for any change. It was a new day, and as the header of the page they all paid hundreds of dollars for said: "there's a new cock in him every day".
At 6:35am, everyone's phone pinged, without exception. It was from Pearl.
The contents of the message and the accompanying picture were read and pored over immediately.
At 6:36am, across the complex, doors slammed closed with half dressed futas rushing out the door. Others - though - waited patiently with a smile, calmly texting other futas and looking out their windows, trying to see if something or someone was moving outside. Today was going to be very fun.
6:05am
Charlie's eyes peeled open. He looked up blearily, at the sun streaming in. He wasn't going to get any more sleep: the apartment was now bathed in light and his entire body was sore, especially his neck. He cracked it to the side, yelping at the sudden pain.
Charlie looked around his flat, trying to process the past day. He'd had wine with Lily, then raped, then unpacked with Candy, had dinner with her, then had sex and been almost choked to death by her shooting rope after rope of cum down his throat. He groaned, fingers rubbing his eyebrows as he remembers the embarrassing scene he put on last night, the begging, the calling, the nervousness. That had been bad. Lily had done something to him; the only explanation for what he had done, was that taking such huge loads of futa cum in one day meant that whenever he gets horny, he also gets dumber. It wasn't the whole truth, but it was a good working theory, and one that gave him some confidence that living here wouldn't be so bad just as long as he cut back on the sex.
He had a quick shower, then got changed. He lifted up a fold in a shirt and saw some lingerie underneath. He'd forgotten; he'd packed this suitcase years ago, with a girlfriend when they went on a trip. The flight and trip got cancelled, but she still insisted she pack her lingerie in his bag in case TSA looked through her stuff.
He held it up in front of him. It was sheer, black lace. Almost his chest size too, would be tight but a good fit. He put it down. He hadn't had thoughts of wearing gowns like that before- well okay, maybe once or twice. But for the shock value, not the actual pleasure part of it. He put on some new underwear, and decided to come back to the shirts and pants later.
He looked out the window as he got into the underpants, looking across at the another apartment building, at their pool. He noticed a woman, late 40s, sunbathing, sunglasses on. Completely naked. Charlie's jaw dropped as he saw her hands come away from her nipples and to her sunglasses, bringing them down so she could look over them at him. Charlie looked around, desperate that she might be looking somewhere else. He saw her hands go down, with both hands pumping her cock.
Charlie pulled the blinds tight. It wasn't a hallucination. He really was in the empire. He needed to know more about this place, about the effects of their cum.
Over the next ten minutes, Charlie found videos and articles that documented addictive cum by futas. Some people came out fine; they may have a little migraine when they try to remember something that isn't cock, but they're still better off than the other side of the spectrum. Charlie saw video after video of horny male with eyes glazed over, mouths hanging open. Some were broken, shells of themselves, others were almost constantly ecstatic, happy to take two cocks in their ass and not care about the pain.
He clicked on a link to a Free Male State website to help with cum addiction; there were therapists that existed to help with the addiction and the prevailing advice was "do not take more than five loads in one day". Taking any more would be dangerous; Charlie was sure he was bound. There was an itch in him that longed for Lily, just to see her. It hadn't reached the stage of pure hunger yet, but he felt his heart twitch in guilt as he almost entertained the idea of running away from this place. That wasn't good.
6:29am
There was a knock on the door. Then another. Charlie stopped, turned to the door, confused.
"Hello?"
Lily's voice. "It's me. Let me in." The knocking started again, louder this time. She heard her say 'stop it' softly as he approached the door with caution. He opened it a peek and looked inside, not expecting someone to push past him into the room while Lily stood there in the doorway. She looked different with her hair in a ponytail rather than a bun, but to Charlie, Mommy was always beautiful.
Charlie opened the door wider to let Lily in and she sighed, walking past him.
"Next time I say open the door, bitch, you do it as fast as you can. Yes?"
"Yes Mommy."
Charlie felt like he was in a military academy, at attention, back straight, eyes ahead. His eyes drifted over to the new guest in the room, who was looking around at everything in the apartment. She was incredibly fit: brown hair, toned thighs, soft cheekbones but still intimidating to look at. The guest turned to him, caught him staring. She gave him a wolfish grin, then a wink.
Lily started. "Charlie, this is my sister Sarah-"
Sarah walked over to Charlie and he found he couldn't move as she stared him down. "That's Mistress Sarah to you."
"Hey, Sarah, Pearl said I'm-"
Sarah hushed her by raising a finger. "Shut up sis. This little bitch looks cute, you were right. I'll take care of it from here."
Lily's face flushed in anger. "You can't do that!"
Sarah turned to her, eyes cold. "Of course I fucking can, you think you can stop me? Why, just because a pet called you a name? Sis. Pearl said I had equal rights with Charlie. You've had your turn. I'll do whatever I want with him, and you'll do nothing. If that's going to hurt your fragile ego, you should leave."
Sarah turned to Charlie. "Now Charlie, things are going to be different today. You are in our apartments, which means you pay us for the privilege of living here. But there's one problem with that. Do you have a job, Charlie?"
Blood started to drain from Charlie's face. He'd forgotten about that. He meant to look through the paper yesterday for one, but had gotten... sidetracked. She was right. He did need one. Rent was due in two weeks, and he was counting on a new job to make it till then.
"No, Mistress Sarah. I don't have a job. I would like one." Sarah turned to Lily, eyebrows raised, appreciative.
"Impressive! The bitch listens. Normally little grape-dick pets like you have the memory of a goldfish, but somehow still know how to suck dick. Actually... that gives me an idea." Sarah stepped towards him again, her breasts pushing up against his collarbone, her 6"3' height dominating his small 5"11' frame. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"Kneel."
Charlie dropped to his knees like a sunken stone. She grinned. "We're charitable. We'll help you find a job, maybe you'll be something like a temp worker, new job every week. That could be fun. And there's the other job we can give you. This place is big. There's a lot of toilets here: we can have you cleaning out all the toilets, volunteering at all the gloryholes, taking load after load down your throat until you come home looking like you're pregnant." Her grin spread wider.
"So if you want the first option, we'll happily give it to you. You just have to suck my cock first."
In a flash, Sarah's belt buckle was loose, her pants were down and her cock was out. Charlie couldn't stop staring. It was big: as big as Lily's 9inch cock, but much more girthier. He could see it throbbing from here, could see it gaining shape and hardness as it straightened towards Charlie's mouth.
Sarah took off her suit jacket, throwing it to the couch. Beside her, Lily was also taking her already-erect cock out, rubbing up and down its length.
"So, if you don't want us to force you into the second option, I suggest you take my Princess into your mouth in three, two..."
Charlie's eyes snapped open in horror as he looked up at her, understanding the stakes; his head surged forward, his mouth already taking the tip inside. He moaned around her cock; it was so much hotter than Candy's cock, throbbing against his tongue so much more as it explored his mouth, testing the back of his throat. Sarah looked down at her watch. "Okay bitch, we don't have much time, I hope you enjoy me doing this quickly then."
Sarah grabbed his hair at their roots, causing Charlie to hiss in pain, almost screaming as his mouth opened wide as he whimpered. Sarah stepped forward, pushing Charlie's head down until it was under her hips, his jaw pointing up towards the ceiling: his head is tilted fully back, and Lily can't help but admire the elegance, seeing what her sister is about to do to his poor throat.
"I'd take my time, but you seem like a bitch who likes being treated rough."
She bends over him, her shadow looking large, her cock aiming directly down his throat. Charlie doesn't realise what's happening, the blinding pain and simultaneous pleasure of sucking precum out of her tip means he doesn't realise he is in the perfect position to fuck his throat.
There's a thrust, a short but loud gag from Charlie, and Sarah's cock punches her way past the back of his mouth, now fitting in his throat. His arms start to twitch, holding her legs for support as her cock bulges his throat. She pulls back slightly, admiring the amount of saliva already on her length from that one thrust. She hasn't stopped grinning. She tugs on his hair again, and he screams again - or tries to - and she forces her cock even further down his throat than before.
Lily is now stroking harder, furiously pumping her cock. As jealous and angry as she is at her sister, she can't deny that - to their family at least - treating a slut this roughly is fucking hot.
Charlie tries to talk around the cock in his mouth blocking his airways, but he can't think of anything to say. He makes noises, gags and splutters as Sarah picks up her pace, pistoning in and out of his tight throat. She closes her eyes and moans as she feels another gag tighten his throat around her cock. "Fuck yes, there's a good slut. Be a good little toy for Mistress." She pulls back and then thrusts in, drilling in deeper again, the bulge moving down his throat each time. Charlie's brain is fried, his hands clinging on to Sarah's ankles for dear life.
"Almost there bitch. Don't pass out yet." She thrusts again, another gag, pulls out again, thrust, pull, thrust, pull... Lily's moans echo around the room. She's getting close. Her head feels lighter than air, but she fishes a phone out of the pants around her ankles and cues up the camera, still stroking with one hand. Her fingers are dripping with pre, which smudges the lenses as she points the camera at Charlie's helpless form.
Sarah looks down at her groin. She's close. Both in terms of how much more length she can squeeze down his gullet, and how much more she can take before using his throat as a cock sock and a cum bucket.
Charlie sees it coming this time though, and closes his eyes as she makes one... last... THRUST.
There's a loud SLAP that echoes around the room. Her groin slams into his face, her cock all the way inside him now. His eyes roll back as Sarah moans, slapping his back as she groans and fires off rope after rope inside him. Lily can see the bulge in his throat moving and twitching as spurt after spurt is deposited directly into his bowels. Lily moves closer and notices Sarah's eyes on her as she looks over her back while she's bent over the kneeling form of Charlie.
Lily groans, cumming. Sarah laughs, and Lily's cum splashes all over Charlie's face, some cum sticking to his lips and sliding into his open mouth. Sarah's cock still twitches inside him. Lily takes the photo as another rope of cum shoots out from her dick, laying across Charlie's bare chest. The photo is blurry, showing Charlie's eyes rolled back, all of Sarah's girthy cock down his throat as his head is tilted back, with his whole body and face coated in new, shiny cum.
It's a matter of a button press before the picture is sent off to Pearl. Lily lets the phone drop, before checking the time: if she had, she would've noticed it was 6:35am.
One minute later, her phone pinged, but she was too absorbed in Sarah carefully standing up from crouching, pushing Charlie's head away and watching the strands of saliva and cum that hung off Charlie's lips and connected to Sarah's cock. Sarah ruffles his hair, and wipes away some sweat.
"Good boy. You did a good job. Speaking of, we'll find you a job today. Doesn't that sound nice?" Charlie gasped for air, but knew enough common sense to nod. "Yes... Mistress." She cackled. It was meaner than any of Lily's laughs, with a more sinister energy to it. She enjoyed the breaking in more, enjoyed the parts where the toy's mind melted all because of her.
She and Lily exchanged a glance as Lily did up her pants again. Lily nodded at her, hurrying her up, urging her on. Sarah rolled her eyes.
"I suppose we have to tell you one more thing. Momma Pearl has been kind to you: normally, we'd put you to work immediately, but she thinks you deserve some free time. Time to walk around, take in the fresh air, whatever hippie-dippie stuff you males are into." She looks down at her watch. "Does three hours sound good, toy? No? You can get four if you suck my cock again if you want?" Charlie lifted his head to meet her eyes, face still flushed. All he could manage was a headshake. Lily laughed. Sarah's grin flinched in annoyance.
"Alright, three hours. We'll give you some time to rest, but then your time starts. We'll find you at the end of that time, don't worry. The day's just beginning. Oh, before I forget, my balls are really full. They shot a load into you, but I ideally cum twice in the mornings, so they're a bit backed up." She pulled her cock to her belly, letting him have a look at her balls. She pulled his face in, the kissing starting almost immediately. She loved this feeling, of good toys knowing what to do. She knew the threat of suffocating him again was probably also motivating him, but maybe it was also her cum turning him on. Both were sexy ideas.
She let her cock drop on his head, excess cum leaking from its head onto the back of his neck. As Charlie kissed her, she bent over a little so her hands could reach down to her ears, muffling the outside world to Charlie. Now all that he could focus on was worshiping Sarah's hefty balls. She turned to Lily.
"You hear about that proposition from that firm, Auger and something? That bitch who tried to screw us out of that property deal up north, is now trying to sell us one of her toys because 'they need to be punished further'? You think its a trap?"
Between her hands, she held Charlie's head, and forced him to move to the other ball. She oohed as Charlie kept applying tender kisses and suction. "Natural born ballsucker this one."
Lily's head was still turned away from the scene, looking out the window as her cock still leaked from her load.
"SIS! You alright?" Lily's head snapped towards her. Sarah held Charlie's head and bucked her hips, her balls slapping against Charlie's mouth.
"Not getting jealous are you? Momma said she's ours. That means you have to share, no matter what." Sarah pushed Charlie's head closer to her balls. He could feel him sucking them now, and 'ooh'ed in delight. "I wonder how his tight hole feels. Won't be tight when I'm done!"
She cackled again, and Lily turned, walking towards the door. By the time she had walked through it, closed the door behind her and started to walk past the apartment, she could hear Sarah shouting, about to cum on his back. She lent against the wall, and started to jerk off again. The door to the apartment next to Charlie opened, and a mid-30s flat-chested woman poked her head out, curious about the sound, her cock clearly visible through her sheer negligee. Lily spun around, holding her by the throat before she could say anything, pushing her inside and slamming the door behind them. "Shut the fuck up woman, I've got to use your ass for a second. You'll fucking love it."
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Nia ran on the treadmill, thankful her cock was pinned to the inside of her Lycra pants: everyone in the gym could see its outline, the bulge growing by the second. She had short dreads that bounced around her brow as she ran, with an incredibly athletic build. She was also one of the tallest black women she knew, at 6" 6', practically a giant, and the same went for her cock: an incredibly girthy 8inches now, but still growing. Nia didn't hear anyone in the outside world; the sounds playing through her headphones were absorbing and energizing at the same time.
A hand shook in her field of view. A wave. Nia looked, to see her group of friends all bundled around some weights next to her treadmill, one of them waving her arms to get her attention. Everyone was looking down at their phones, getting anxious to leave. Nia looked down at her phone on the pedestal next to the treadmill controls: it had gotten an alert two minutes ago at 6:36am. She pulled out her headphones, then stopped Charlie's loud and husky moans playing through them on her phone. The ASMR package had been worth it.
"What's the matter?" She turned to Sierra, the one who had waved at her; she was a mix between punk and goth, with long white hair and nipple piercings you could see behind her hastily buttoned together black shirt. She fiddled with the fishnet glove on one hand as she read her phone, looking up at Nia.
"Are you at the Bitch Maker tier?"
Nia scoffed.
"No! It doesn't even have any rewards yet."
Sierra shook her head in disbelief, looking back to her phone.
"Well it does now."
Nia snatched Sierra's phone out of her hand before she could protest. The message talked about updates to the Terms and Service, additional benefits to the "Always Watching" tier, a price increase for the lower tiers and a decrease for the upper tiers and had one last thing to say:
"For those who have subscribed at the upper most tier, the Bitch Breaker tier, thank you so much for your support this far. We haven't forgotten about you, though it may appear that benefits at this tier are lacking. This ends today. Starting effective immediately, in designated moments of "Free Use Time", Charlie Hardy will roam the premises of F. Sanctuary Park, whereupon any member of the Bitch Breaker tier may coerce him into sex, no matter how unwilling he may be. If you are not a member of this tier yet still attain this benefit, you will be punished, your deposit lost, a permanent mark on your credit score and your housing may be forfeit depending on the severity of the offense. This benefit cannot be applied retroactively (i.e, lower tier - raped Charlie - applied for this tier) and anyone found committing sexual acts with Charlie after "Free Time" has ended will be expelled effective immediately from the grounds. His first three hours are starting now. Condoms are appreciated to help our efforts to bind him, but are not necessary."
Nia put down her phone and pumped her fist, roaring. This got her fucking blood pumping. She could feel her heart rate spiking, her adrenaline pumping through her brain and into her body. She tensed her muscles, arms bulging. Sierra slapped her on the shoulder. "You haven't even got to the last part!" Nia grunted, picking up her phone again.
"There is a prize draw on offer to these members: anyone who wins will spend 24 uninterrupted hours with Charlie, with an optional/conditional cash benefit. The various ways you may win tickets for the draw are as thus: during Free Time, if you cum inside (6 tickets) or cum on (2 tickets) Charlie, if you live-stream any sexual acts where Charlie is a participant through the link below (3 tickets) or if you force Charlie to cum without any stimulation to his cock (4 tickets). Good luck, and happy hunting."
Attached below was a picture of Charlie she hadn't seen yet, one of him covered in cum, cock down his throat. At 6:39am, Sarah sent a picture through to the site-wide Facebook of Charlie with a fountain of cum on his back with the caption: "He'll clean himself up before putting his phat ass out there #freetimestartsnow". Nia's friends all turned to her, hearing the lycra stretch as her cock visibly hardened. She put her phone away between her huge breasts, her mesh crop top holding them and the phone in place.
Nia looked up. There was a long queue of women stroking their cocks leading to the women's bathroom. Nia swore under her breath, wiping sweat off her brow.
Piper approached her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Piper was much shorter than Nia, same size as Sierra (only 6"0') and was smaller: she was slender, wearing a ripped top that held her large breasts in tightly, with ripped leather pants and pink highlights interspersed in her short cropped platinum hair.
"We can go somewhere else if you're pent up, I know there's toilets in the convenience store next door."
Nia grunted an agreement, and all three of them - Piper, Sierra and Nia - walked next door, into the the 24/7 convenience store, past the muscled mature Russian immigrant working the desk, the overhead electric bell ding making her look up from her reading.
"You pay before use bathroom, yes?" Nia handwaved at her on her way past. "Fuck you lady!"
The cashier - whose name badge said her name was Velma (though it was probably a fake name) - scoffed and went back to reading Russian porn: femboys with arched backs and pushed out asses decorated the front cover. Velma glanced over at the security camera monitor - the largest window on the screen had a view of Charlie's room, and she saw him putting on a cap, jacket and closing the door behind him.
Oh, how she wanted to be the first one inside him. To fill him up with seed that had been waiting to go inside a boy for months. How her cock longed for a taste of bussy. But she had work to do. She stroked underneath her desk, squeezing some final drips of cum remaining from her last load out of her cock and into the jar.
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Charlie stood in the shower for the second time that morning, using soap to scrub the caked-on cum off his back. Sarah had ejaculated on him and Charlie had been hesitant to move even after she left as he felt the puddle shifting as he moved. He eventually had to let it slide down his back.
The shower was quick - 20 seconds max - and the lack of clothes except underpants helped. He rushed to put clothes on, putting on a hat and jacket as he walked through the door, feeling his pockets for keys. As the door slammed behind him, he triple-checked for keys. They weren't there. Fuck! He tried the doorknob, and found it wasn't opening.
Wait. Had he been given keys? He remembered Lily opening the door ahead of him when he came in... and she hadn't had any keys. Charlie looks up to a security camera mounted on the ceiling. A green light flashes, and Charlie tried the doorknob again. It opened. Huh.
He put it out of his mind, walking down the steps, whistling, hat drawn low, walking past a group of people with their heads down, huddled around a phone as he passed them by.
He wondered what that was about.
He looked around the grounds as he hit the soft grass of the parkland. The inner court of the complex reminded him of Central Park but with apartments. His apartment looked more run-down than others did, but he was thankful he was close to some facilities: he looked to his right, seeing the entrance to the park and then to his left, seeing the entrance to a bowling arcade, a gym and a convenience store right next to it.
He patted his tummy. He was hungry. As he did, a strange feeling filled him. His tummy tumbled again, and Charlie felt an odd dissonance. He should be hungry, but the odd salty taste in his mouth told him he wasn't. He felt satisfied, close to full. The tummy rumbling was just in his head. He questioned that, that cum taken in huge loads orally could be constructed as a healthy breakfast, but he still needed food anyway.
While questioning the nutritional benefits of cum and thinking about planning to go bowling after finding food, he failed to notice three futas walk from the gym to the convenience store, with one particularly tall pale futa between them.
He looked to the store, made up his mind to go bowling after breakfast, and started to walk into the store.
The overhead bell dinged.
Velma looked at him.
Her jaw almost dropped. Her cock twitched and some cum got shot onto the floor beside the almost full jar.
"Hi. Just looking for some chips. Back row, right?"
Free time begins now: two hours and fifty-six minutes remaining.
———x———
Light muzak played throughout the shop. Piper's thigh-high boots echoed as she weaved through aisles, stopping to look at the extensive array of products for sale in the store.
Piper took out her phone, opening up her photo app: a friend had custom-made it for her, with filters and grain settings, and could take shots normal phones couldn't. She made sure that behind her, at all times, was the door that lead to the large unisex ambulant toilet that Nia and Sierra were now both in.
She was so absorbed by her efforts to capture a photo of a disheveled rack of condoms and lube - a commentary on the horny panic of the last day, something she might give to a journalist friend looking for a header photo - that she failed to notice the door bell, though something subconsciously told her to look up.
That's when she heard a masculine voice: a voice she'd heard before. But only through headphones. Piper poked her head around the side of the aisle, and saw a not-very-well-disguised Charlie talking to Velma. At least, if Charlie was going for a disguise, it was terrible.
Piper had spent a lot of time around a lot of dangerous and reactive futas; she was smart, knew how to use her brains to gain favour, study for openings in their friendships. It's how she was in Nia's group, though she wasn't particularly athletic. Piper observed that maybe Charlie hadn't been told anything about free time. He'd been let go, and it was Lily who was counting on him to be surprised by the sudden... developments, let's say, that were bound to happen. It seemed meaner than usual for Lily, but Piper didn't put it past her.
Velma looked torn. She couldn't leave her desk, not without shutting down the store, and there were still customers inside, customers she'd be trapping in with her. Piper knew Velma didn't want to hurry anyone else out, for fear of scaring away Charlie. Charlie had to stay here, where Piper was free to get at him. Velma looked at her, saw Piper's smirk as she worked all this out. She grimaced, but changed her expression as she answered Charlie's question.
"Yes, the fountain of Goddess in park is good. Visit, pray, do what you want. Recommend. If you need chips, back aisle to the left."
Velma's phone was out under her desk, one hand frantically texting a friend to come in and help her close the store so she could blow a load inside Charlie. She couldn't do it herself: the people who owned the store before her had a rash of employees who stole at shift's end: they needed two employees to close the gates, or their premiums would skyrocket.
Charlie nodded, blissfully unaware of all of these dynamics; his rumbling stomach was his only concern.
As he walked through the shop, scanning the rows, he noticed this was a little more than a convenience store. The ones he knew only sold expensive snacks, overpriced slushies and maybe some beer behind a locked counter. But this shop had everything. Everything from vapes to books, spare lightbulbs to dog beds, everything was sold here in this tiny store. He walked past the chest freezer near the front of the store as he weaved in and out of the aisle, finding hidden stuff he never expected to see in a store. He got to the end and found his grail: some chips.
Multiple different varieties, brands, bag sizes... there was a small stall behind him, with fruit and vegetables stored in an open fridge. He looked at everything on offer there, then back to the chips, and noticed someone there browsing the chips with him. A lollipop popped out of her mouth, and she pulled an unwrapped one out with her other hand.
Piper offered it to Charlie. He looked down, at the lollipop, then back up at Piper. "Oh. Thanks!" Piper scoffed.
"No worries guy."
She wanted to make a lewd joke, to grab his ass and say something about him taking her lollipop down his throat, but her eyes cast over to the bathroom. They still weren't out.
Fuck.
Charlie may be closer to a woman (with those fucking classy hips and that ass) but he could still easily push past her if she tried anything funny. She'd have to gamble on him being a slutty cocksucker, which sounded okay until she remembered that he hadn't taken Sarah up on her offer for an extra blowjob. He wasn't hypnotised by cock, and Piper simply could not chance him getting away.
Piper's eyes cast over to Velma's; the Russian woman was checking the camera feed, checking the phone. Piper knew they didn't have much time. She heard a BANG
inside the bathroom. She hoped that was a good sign.
Piper fucking hated this. Her groan echoed internally through her as she stepped closer to Charlie, sultrily sucking on the lollipop, jerking the lollipop back and forth in her mouth, almost sucking it off. Her hands reached out to his own, and she pulled one of them up underneath her shirt to her bare breasts.
She felt him squeeze, his little boi mind excited and stunned at the same time as she leant in and kissed his neck. He moaned past her ear, his fingers gliding over the piercings in her nipples, squeezing her hefty titflesh instead. Hearing his moans excited her, but if Nia and Sierra didn't come out soon, she was going to fucking scream.
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Nia groaned: this wasn't a whimper, it wasn't weak or desperate. It was sheer frustration, and then anger at everything in the world because for some reason nothing wanted her to cum. She'd been backed up since she saw photos of Charlie months ago (seeing the fucking slut who would visit) and it was like a mental block got shoved in her head. In her old stomping grounds, she used to have her pick of the guys, even the skinny and lanky ones with glasses. She'd had to leave, to escape the criminal charges, and since then nothing had really felt right. When she found Charlie, that would change.
Sierra tried to help her friend out as she noticed her eyes look distant, thinking of something else other than the titjob she was giving her, moaning and whining in that high-pitched way all sluts do as she pushed her hefty breasts together around Nia's cock. She hated this part of her friendship, but you didn't want to hang around with an ungrateful Nia. The wet sounds of Nia thrusting between Sierra's breasts as Sierra laid back on the toilet seat echoed around the room.
Nia - without warning - pulled out her slick cock from between Sierra's breasts and turned to the tiled wall, slamming a fist against it, making Sierra jump. Nia angrily jerked her cock a few times but then took her hands off when nothing happened. She paced around the room - seething - as Sierra stood.
"Do you want... want to fuck my ass next? We can play that audio of Charlie..."
"Don't mention that FUCKING name!" Nia snapped, turning to Sierra as she backed up towards the wall. Nia clocked the fear in Sierra's eyes and sighed, calming down.
"I just have to accept it's not going to happen." She pulled her hands through her dreads, fidgeting angrily.
Sierra slowly walked to her, put two hands on one bicep, her hands barely curling around it. "You'll find someone, I know it." Nia looked over at Sierra sadly. She sighed, a lot calmer now.
"Thanks Sierra. I know I've been... volatile. I'll try and fly off the handle less next time." She put a hand over Sierra's hands. "Promise."
Sierra kissed her hand, smiled, and opened the door for Nia to walk out. Nia left the cramped confines of the bathroom, and closed her eyes, breathing in the fresh air. She was going to be calm. Careful. She was not going to think of Charlie anymore...
Her cock twitched.
That ass...
Her cock throbbed.
His moans...
Her brow twitched, neutral expression turning to a grimace as she held her eyes shut...
And that fucking begging of his.
Her eyes snapped open.
Full of fire. Full of fucking fire.
Sierra gasped, pointing. Nia's head snapped to the direction of her finger, seeing Piper and Charlie fully making out, Charlie's hands under her shirt with her hands on his ass, holding him to her as she ground on him.
There was a pop as Piper pulled out of the kiss, seeing her two friends.
"Fucking finally, you guys!"
Piper quickly glanced at Velma; she was still seething, so help wasn't coming quick for her. They had to still move fast.
Charlie blinked, confused, and turned around, body still close quarters with Piper, hands still trapped under her shirt but quickly pulling out.
Nia surged forwards towards him like a bull and his eyes opened wide as he tried to scramble away, but Piper did her best to hold him still, gripping his forearms.
Charlie pushed her to the other wall, slamming her up against it, trying to get her to let go of his arms but she didn't, despite her crying out in pain.
He felt a large hand - twice as thick and muscled as his own - place itself around the back of his neck. That was enough to immobilise him. If he tried getting out of it, his neck might just snap accidentally. His body shook with panic and fear.
"Please... no!"
"Get. Those fucking pants. OFF HIM."
Nia's voice was low, deep, not shouting, but Piper felt them hit her chest like a foghorn. She knelt down, starting to undo his pants, tugging them down, seeing his erection from their make-out session slowly dying down. She pulled down his underpants and took both underpants and jeans off as Nia lifted him slightly off the ground. Piper ripped open his shirt with her hands, still mad that she let him use her as a kissing post while trying to delay him from leaving.
Sierra - meanwhile - had rushed over to the lube aisle, grabbing the lube in her arms and trying to find a condom; there were none that would fit the size Nia got to when she finally got inside Charlie.
Sierra squirted lube out from the bottles, rubbing it up and down Nia's exposed length as Nia held Charlie closer, sniffing his neck, her other hand reaching down and groping his fat ass. Charlie moaned, his head tilting back slightly, his legs kicking in the air as he hovered an inch or so off the ground. Sierra stepped back when Nia's cock was glistening; she didn't want to delay it any further, and saw Piper already had her phone out.
Above them, the security camera angled downwards; Velma tapped some keys to ensure that this live feed was being sent to Sarah.
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Sarah's mouse hovered over the "new connections" notifications, clicked it, then she sat up, examining the screen in shock.
In her dark room, there was the sound of a zipper buzzing open, the snap of elastic, and soon - when Sarah bit her lip - the sound of one hand sliding up and down a length of cock. She set the feed to transmit to all subscribers, and tilted her head back with a moan as she saw what Nia did next.
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Nia leant down to Charlie's ears; she was tearing up. This... this was everything she had ever wanted since she moved in. And he was here. She didn't know whether to savour it, or to get it over with.
"I've been waiting for this moment... for so long."
And that moment, Charlie whimpered.
It was like lightning struck Nia.
Nia's eyes flashed open, her cock twitching upwards, as the memories of his moans, whimpers, begging and oh-so-slutty faces she had spent hours obsessing over all came to her in a flood.
She wanted him NOW.
The hand that groped his ass moved down between his legs and started to lift him up. Her other hand too, moved away from his neck to his legs. Charlie started to move until he realised he was being held with his ass almost 3 feet off the ground, legs pointing up. He looked up into a store anti-shoplifting mirror: she had him in a Full Nelson hold. His legs and arms writhed, trying to fight their way out, but Nia wrapped her arms under his shoulders and behind his head, keeping his arms pointed straight up towards the ceiling like his knees were; he couldn't resist at all, folded like a fitted sheet.
"No, no, don't do this, don't do this, please!!"
Velma looked up, hearing the sobs and for a moment her eyes rolled back as she let out a soft moan. Her cockhead leaked profusely onto her shoes. She swore softly, but couldn't tear her eyes away.
Sierra saw Nia's cock brushing against his ass: every time she tried to thrust into him, her cock would twitch or she would miss. Sierra held Nia's cock straight, lining it up with Charlie's fat crack.
Nia whispered in Charlie's ear. "Scream for your Mommy, bitch."
With Sierra's help, Nia thrust and half of her rapidly thickening 10inch cock slammed inside him. Charlie screamed. Nia's head rocked back in bliss.
"So fucking tight! There's a good slut for Mommy!"
Charlie heaved, sobbing, feeling his ass gape more than it ever had, feeling more helpless than ever before. He looked down the barrel of Piper's camera as she recorded him, seeing her take out her cock and start to stroke it. There was the sound of stroking from his side too, from Sierra, but he couldn't turn his head to look: Nia's hands around the back of his head, fingers kneading into his skin, forced him to look only one way and that was dead ahead.
Nia swung down - bending over slightly - and Charlie felt his gut drop as he started to feel like she might drop him. She shifted her body; she did a small squat with her hips and the aisle filled with the sounds of a wet cock sliding out of wet ass. Charlie was lifted up in the air, Nia's cock only just inside him. His breath of relief was not merited, not for what came next.
When she popped up from the squat, she used her hips to drive herself even further inside him: he felt an extra two inches THRUST in. His mouth gaped in a silent scream, only a husky moan escaping.
She felt it now, deeper inside him than she thought; his prostate. From a lifetime of pumping sluts full of baby batter, she could feel it and know everything about it with her cock: it was larger than normal, deeper than normal. As the heady fumes of sex and brutality infested Nia's head, she reached the conclusion that other cocks had only just touched his prostate, maybe prodded at it. She would be the first to push past it, to use the weight of her rod to crush it, her thrusting skills to grind it to paste. It was so deep within him. It's almost like he was made for her cock, the perfect fit. Charlie was Cinderella, and Nia was Prince Charming, come to show him him how she was his absolute perfect - unh - fit
Nia's rutting entered a new stage, now her delusions of Charlie being her life-mate were taking over; the brutality would kick up a notch, the pain would too. Charlie felt the beginnings of this as Nia didn't use momentum to force more cock in him this time; all she did was lift Charlie up on her cock and then use her hips to thrust as deep inside as she could.
Something in Charlie's brain snapped. He felt rocked by a wave of pleasure as something in his asshole exploded with hot fire. He felt his asshole tighten around her dick, his legs and arms going numb as all the sensation in his body came from just his ass and the glorious sensation of it being full. His pants, his desperate attempts to catch his breath each time the wind was thrust out of him become higher pitched, become sluttier moans.
Piper cheered, her jerking off speed rapidly increasing as Sierra bit her lip and started recording, live-streaming Charlie's christening on Nia's dick, being born-again into her slut. The slaps of hands reaching the base of dicks echoed around the empty store: Velma had joined in too...
Progress was difficult from there. Nia would pull out and thrust in, trying to gain some ground inside him, trying to push the bulge Piper started to see near his groin further inside him. Charlie's moans became more frequent. His neck relaxed entirely, his head resting against Nia's chest as he panted. She looked down at his head, seeing the perfect little toy for her cock, even though he wouldn't let her inside. Past his prostate was tight, almost too tight. It should be looser up there, but Nia felt almost proud going into uncharted waters; for Nia, the reason for it being tight was that no one had had a chance to stretch it yet. She would be the first.
Piper and Sierra were both frustrated, something Nia had a lot of experience with. They saw Nia thrusting in and out, not much moving, not much changing, save for a few flecks of drool escaping Charlie's open mouth. They wanted to see her cum inside him, claim him. Their boss would be the first person outside the Pearl-led family to cum inside the ass of the complex's new toy, the first to try breed him.
Nia felt the annoyance emanate from them too. And she agreed. Something had to change. She looked over at Velma. Velma looked from the monitors, and caught Nia's eyes. Nia could see Velma's arm moving up and down below the desk.
A moment passed between them, and then Velma's eyes widened. Her pumping stopped. The normally-unflappable Russian mouths a desperate... "NO". Nia flashed her a smile, grinning evilly.
Sierra and Piper were as shocked as Charlie when it happened: Nia shifted her hands away from the back of his head and pulled her hands back to Charlie's hips, letting his legs flop down.
She raised one of Charlie's legs towards his chest and spun him on her cock so he was facing her now: his dick spurted a trace of white onto her black abdomen. She grinned. She held his thighs to her hips and pinned his back to the shelves, thrusting upwards inside him, both of them staring into each other's eyes.
Charlie's eyes fluttered as his cock bounced against Nia's rock hard stomach. The problem of length still persisted, but Nia had a plan to get further inside.
"I've thought about you for so long, planned our fucking marriage... What you'd say for me... I want you to say, 'fuck me Mommy'... beg me for this cock."
Charlie's moans were erratic, stopping and starting with her thrusts, the staccato rhythm almost like hiccups. He seemed out of it. Nia slapped his ass and he cried out.
"Do you have cum for brains? Are you that pathetic? Come on, fucking answer me!"
Charlie felt the haze had cleared a bit, and he wasn't riding on instinct anymore. His body loved her, why else would it clench itself so tightly? The back of his head banged against the shelf with every thrust so he wrapped his arms around her torso, hugging her as she picked up the pace again, one hand gripping his hair, forcing him to look up into her eyes.
"Please! Please fuck me more Mommy! Pump your little bitch full of seed!"
"You are my little bitch aren't you! You're a little slut who was made for a big cock like this, huh?"
She thrust again and her face lit up; the dirty talk turned her on, made her stiffer, gave her more energy. She had moved another inch inside him. She laughed. Piper and Sierra let out loud moans. Nia let the hand behind his head go, slapping him in the face. He almost didn't notice it, for the blinding pleasure and pain deep inside his gut.
There was a surge of weight crushing his prostate now; it wasn't the head pushing it in, it was the fact that his entire gut was contracting around her cock, with his prostate contracting against her. Every time he felt pain, pleasure, his gut would tense and he'd feel more pain, more pleasure, the vicious cycle causing the pleasure in his brain to go into a feedback loop, hazy feel-good static clouding his mind. He couldn't think. Only feel. And Nia's cock felt amazing. Nia slapped his ass again.
"I didn't say you could stop worshiping me, white bitch, come on, fucking moan for Mommy! Let me pump you full of seed! Imma fucking knock you up!"
She thrust in him again, gaining more ground, almost hilting, almost about to cum. She spun around - Charlie still on her cock. Sierra ducked out of the way as she rammed Charlie into another stack of shelving, bottles flying off and smashing on the ground. She could go for an hour, but this tight ass, after being pent up for so long... Nia felt a storm coming as her balls tensed.
"Please fuck me Mommy, I'm just a filthy hole for your seed. Please, fuck me hard, oh god, I need your dick, please! This feels incredible!"
Charlie whimpered, moaning as he held her chest tighter, his face pressing deep between her breasts. He started to lick, his brain running hot and wild from the unmanageable pleasure.
Nia's face was a mask of pure bliss and rage. Everything happened in one second. Charlie felt her cock drop out more than it ever had and moaned between her breasts, the moan echoing around in her chest. He hadn't felt this discrepancy before: to go from being so filled, to so lost, to not be plugged quite so much.
She grit her teeth. And thrust into him. The slap of her groin against his ass echoed like a gunshot around the room.
All of Charlie's breath escaped him. He came immediately. Thin ropes shot over his face.
Nia roared, stumbling down the aisles onto the frozen section, and slammed Charlie's back down onto a chest freezer, his high pitched groan echoing, his mouth hanging open in ecstasy as he shot rope upon rope onto his own chest now. Sierra and Piper chased after Nia, each going to one side of her and continuing to stroke.
Nia pulled back, and then thrust again.
Everyone saw the bulge below Charlie's belly button stab further inside with the thrust and then everyone saw the bulge twitch.
Nia groaned, her whole body trembling as her balls pumped load after load into Charlie's belly. She didn't move, just trembling and shaking, moaning like a virgin. Charlie felt the loads blast inside him, this deep pit in his stomach getting wetter and wetter. He opened his eyes just in time to see Sierra and Piper shoot their loads onto his face and chest. He didn't close his mouth quick enough. Some cum hit the back of his throat immediately and he felt the rest splash on his face and chest, felt less powerful ropes shooting over his thighs, and could hear everyone panting and moaning.
Behind them lay a mess of broken products, shelving that was knocked down on one side, pre-cum stains on the floor and Charlie's cumstained clothes. Velma burned with a special hatred for all of those vandals, but looked down at her clothes. They were stained in cum. She remembered why she came in jars now.
She walked into a back room, looking for new clothes.
Nia's balls kept pumping as she wiped her brow. The post-nut clarity was coming back, and she was no longer rutting like a wild beast. She saw Charlie's blissed out form below her and snatched Sierra's phone to take a photo, her cock still clearly inside him. She slapped at his cock, causing his eyes to snap open and look to her.
"Who do you thank?"
"Thank you Mommy."
"Good little bitch, good little white boi." She sighed, exhausted, and pulled out. There was a wet thwak as some cum spilled out and hit the floor. She ignored it, staggering for a moment before holding herself upright on a shelf. It threatened to buckle under her weight, so she shifted and grabbed onto the doorframe and ended leaning against the door.
Velma had come back. She cleaned up nicely, thin white shirt, black pencil skirt, but her eyes were angrier than before, staring at Nia so so close to her.
Velma glared daggers at him. She waved her hand to Velma. "I'll pay for the damage. Just... let me catch my breath... just send the bill to my place."
"Pearl hear about this."
Nia gestured to Sierra's camera she had stolen. "I hoped she would, then I'd get some tickets to spend more time with that fat ass. Whoo."
While Nia had staggered away, was out of sight and could not judge them, Piper and Sierra looked at each other, then at the supine body of Charlie, mouth hanging open.
Sierra had the idea first and walked around to where Charlie's head hung off the chest freezer. She held his hair to support him as his mouth opened. Without being told to, he sucked all of her juices off her cock. Sierra shivered, her head tilting back in a loud moan. Piper jogged around to Charlie's head too, trying to be quick with legs that now felt like jelly, and tugged at his hair. Sierra let go, and Charlie sucked off her length too.
Pipers phone was still recording. She stopped it, and took a photo; her whole 7inch dick inside his mouth, a perfect pairing with his blissed out expression and glazed eyes. She'd print that out later.
Sierra and Piper wanted to stay, to do unspeakable things to his asshole, his throat, but they saw Nia become stronger on her feet and start walking away and chased after her, Sierra blowing a kiss behind her.
Charlie raised a hand to catch it.
Sierra looked at him, stunned he could move. Was he... had he been cock drunk the whole time? Or did he actually want to do all that, faking it all? Did Nia's precum oozing inside him really melt his mind like most males or...
He could've refused to suck them off but didn't, if it was true. Sierra bit her lip. Oh, there was going to be more of them in the future, Nia be damned.
Her thought as she walked away was: Charlie Hardy is such a good slut.
Two hours and twenty six minutes remaining of Free Time