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It was an eventful day for Bosip. He'd gotten back from an outing full of man activities with the BnB Gang and his housemate/dom/boyfriend Boyfriend because he and Boyfriend live alone together for plot purposes. However, no one had been fucked in the ass yet. It doesn't matter how eventful a day was; it's too boring if no one gets fucked in the ass. Fear not, reader! Reluctant Author Kem is here to solve that problem! By getting someone fucked in the ass (and more)!
On the way home, after Bosip and Boyfriend had parted from the rest of the squad, Bosip couldn't help but notice the tense, almost unnerving silence lingering between the two. Usually, Boyfriend was more than talkative about how he totally kicked someone's ass in a rap battle, or how he totally kicked someone's ass literally, or how he totally wanted to eat Bosip's ass when they got home. Today, it was a silent walk back to their house. Bosip tried striking up a conversation, but the way his attempt was immediately shot down told him something was off. Oh, now that he thought about it, Bosip noticed that Boyfriend was hunched over a bit more than usual, his steps that much heavier. Huh. I'm sure this can only lead to something wholesome and family-friendly.
HAH, NOPE.
As soon as Bosip walked through the door to their house, the door slamming shut made him jump.
"Jeez! Uh…Boyfriend, are y-" Bosip is immediately cut off when Boyfriend shoves him onto the couch and crawls on top of him.
"Listen, bitch," Boyfriend growls through his teeth as he sits on Bosip’s hips, bending over so their faces meet, "you've got a lot of fucking nerve pulling that shit you pulled out there."
Bosip blinked. He panicked. Fuck. What did he do now? "What? What did I-"
"You know what you did." Boyfriend's hand shoots up Bosip's shirt, finding his nipple and giving it a tight squeeze. Bosip winces with a small squeak. "I saw the way you were looking at Bob. That shit you said to him? You've got some balls to be hitting on him right in front of me."
Oh, that. That wasn't flirting! Bosip was just trying to be friendly, as friends do. A simple misunderstanding, really. "No! N-No, please, I swear, it wasn't-"
Boyfriend only squeezed on that nipple harder, tugging on it and sending shivers throughout Bosip’s body. "Don't you fucking try that with me. I'm not dumb." Bosip had to strain himself to keep him from moaning out loud right there. His panic only grew when he realized he felt a tightness in his pants. Boyfriend did not ignore this. "Fucking whore. You're getting off to this, huh? You think it's hot when daddy pins you down and yells at you? This is what you were thinking about doing with Bob, wasn't it?"
Bosip barely had time to react before Boyfriend gripped a lock of his hair and yanked hard, forcing Bosip upright. Boyfriend whispered sharply, "clearly, you need a reminder of what is and is not acceptable in this house."
The next thing he knew, Bosip found himself being quite literally dragged into their bedroom by the hair and on the ground, with Boyfriend, so much shorter than him, yet still towering over him so intimidatingly. He rubbed his head before Boyfriend stepped on his thigh, just left of his tent, as he felt himself press against the fabric. "Go ahead, kitten. Get naked before I rip your clothes off you."
Bosip, who would rather his clothes remain in one piece, paused before nodding obediently and quickly stripping. He didn't want to admit it, but something about being dominated like this, even before getting on the bed, was fucking hot. Off with his shirt first, then the pants, and then his underwear, as his whore boner popped out, standing at half-mast already, all while sitting submissively on the floor. Boyfriend sneered at the display. Seeing this almost-two-feet taller man letting him control him, and with his entire body exposed, absolutely turned him on.
"Good bitch. Now, lie down." Boyfriend crosses his arms. Bosip lies back, hands behind his head like a good twink, eyeing Boyfriend for his next command. Bosip’s huge erection stands slightly, his tip just hovering above his abs. Boyfriend takes a bold step forward, standing over Bosip’s hips, and steps right on it. Bosip lets out a groan through clenched teeth as his entire body tenses. Boyfriend only puts more weight on Bosip's cock, leaning onto his foot, as the taller man winces and whimpers. He's enjoying every second of watching Bosip squirm under the mercy of the sole of his foot. He rolls his foot back so that his heel is pressing on Bosip's balls; Boyfriend knew damn well where it hurt.
By now, Bosip could feel himself losing his composure already. He knows how pathetic he is, drawing pleasure from having his cock and balls stepped on by some guy way shorter than him, but it's all part of the experience for him. "Oh, you love that, don't you?" Boyfriend taunts the blonde, casually playing with Bosip's boner, sliding his foot up and down his shaft and particularly rubbing into the tip, much to the shameful enjoyment of the man under him.
Alas, as much as Boyfriend would love to continue doing this, this whole fic can't just be him stepping on Bosip's cock for 10k words. Boyfriend has to get his dick wet too, of course!
After a single condescending chuckle, Boyfriend steps off of Bosip, whose breath loosens noticeably. "Bend over on the bed. Now." His tone firm as ever, Boyfriend points right at it. Without a word, Bosip bends over on the edge of the bed, his ass out in the open. Boyfriend gets on his knees and positions himself behind Bosip. As soon as he grips both of his ass cheeks, Bosip knows what he's in for. A rapper's tongue is nimble from the inhumanly quick lyrics they sing (speak?), which makes them perfect for other activities. He's experienced it first-hand.
Boyfriend does the classic lip-licking before going right in, burying his face between Bosip's supple cheeks, lapping around his entrance. Bosip trembles at the first sensation. He'd done this so many times before, and yet his ass was still a sensitive spot for him. Boyfriend switches between wide, hard strokes across Bosip's entire hole and tracing careful circles around it, just to tease him. After a good few minutes of that, Boyfriend presses his tongue directly onto Bosip's hole before sliding in. Bosip's breath hitches as he clenches around Boyfriend's tongue, to which he responds with a single smack to his ass, making Bosip gasp. He doesn't wait for Bosip to relax, though. Boyfriend's going right into it, licking around Bosip's inner walls and covering it in a generous layer of spit. Like, he's digging into that ass like it's the last meal he's ever eating, all while Bosip is struggling to keep his voice down. (Or...I don't know. Boyfriend ate Bosip's ass. You get it. I've never eaten ass before, so I guess that's the best description you're getting. Shut up.) You wouldn't know it by looking at him, but this fine man was an absolute whore for having his ass eaten and fucked. He was a total bottom.
Boyfriend moves back with a satisfied sigh. "You like it when daddy eats your ass? Does it feel good when daddy sticks his tongue in there? Hmm?" Bosip nods. Boyfriend winds back and hits Bosip's ass cheek with an audible clap. "I asked if it felt good, bitch."
Bosip jumps. "AH! Y-YES! Yes! It feels so good when you eat my ass!"
"Gooooooood. Alright, twink. On the bed." Bosip responds with a meagre, shakey whimper before getting on the bed fully and lying back. What a bottom. Boyfriend reaches under the bed and swiftly pulls out a box labelled "SEX SHIT, DON'T FUCKING TOUCH FFS." He opens it to an assortment of toys and stuff he frequently uses to torment Bosip. Today, Boyfriend's feeling just some cuffs and a good fucking…and maybe some merciless overstimulation later. Who knows?
Picking up two pairs of shiny handcuffs, Boyfriend dangles them in front of Bosip. "Hands up." Bosip, having done this multiple times before, brings his wrists up to the bed frame for Boyfriend to fasten the restraints. A series of mechanical whirrs and clicks ensue, and then Bosip’s cuffed to the two corners of the bed. Oh, and of course, Boyfriend couldn't forget about Bosip's collar. He slipped that on him while he was at it and clipped on a leash. Boyfriend takes a second to admire his handiwork, and Bosip in the middle of it: such a perfect body to get his hands all over, and grab and feel as he fucked him into next week, and all so provocatively exposed. He looked so vulnerable in this state, with his chest and his abs spread out and no way to object. That, and his cock, which was now completely hard and gently throbbing. Too bad it wouldn't have much use until later.
After completely stripping, Boyfriend crawls onto the bed in between Bosip's legs, hoisting his legs over his shoulders and leaning over him. He props Bosip's hips up and sticks two fingers into his ass for further preparation. Bosip shifts in his spot from the stretch. Boyfriend begins sliding his fingers in and out of him, getting a soft moan out every time he really dug in and pressed against that good spot. "Someone's excited, huh? What, you like when daddy sticks his fingers in your tight little slut hole? You just can't wait for me to put my huge cock in you, huh?"
"Haah! Yes! Put it in! Please!" Bosip honestly cannot believe he's saying that, despite having said way more embarrassing things before. Something about it made it inexplicably hot, though."
"Mmm. That's what I like to fucking hear." Without another thought, Boyfriend retracts his fingers to stroke his already throbbing 8-inch (seriously, apparently it's canon) a few times before positioning himself up against Bosip's hole, licking his lips in anticipation. Finally, he pushes himself into him, sliding his snake into Bosip balls-deep as Bosip arches his back and drags out a long moan as if this were his first time. "Just like every other time: if you bitch about how it's too big, I'll stick a vibrator up your ass and leave you here for three hours while I go to IKEA. Got it, kitten?" He gives Bosip's leash a good yank.
Bosip nods excitedly like the obedient boy he is. "I-I understand! You won't be too big for me!"
Boyfriend sneers widely at Bosip's answer. Immediately gripping Bosip's hips, Boyfriend starts savagely pumping into his ass. Bosip strains against his restraints as his G-spot is rubbed, again and again, each time as rough as Boyfriend's thrusts. It has been no time at all before he's moaning to this primal rhythm so loud I feel bad for their neighbours. (Oh well, the neighbours can go fuck themselves.) Boyfriend grunts through his teeth, the sound of a submissive Bosip only fuelling his rampage. He's so warm, so tight, such a good little cocksleeve for daddy. Boyfriend loves a loud, fuckable bottom, jamming his dick into Bosip's twink gayass hole unyieldingly. He didn't plan to let Bosip catch his breath, and literally, too, wrapping the leash around his arm to increase tension.
On Bosip's end, every second of this was complete stupid bliss for him. He never knew how much he enjoyed the feeling of taking another guy up the ass until Boyfriend pinned him against a wall and stuck himself in the first time, but now that he's discovered his manwhore side, he hasn't been able to get enough of that liberating stretch. None of the times he's fingered himself in the shower, or in bed, or even on the couch cuddled up to Boyfriend on the couch could compare to the pure, unrefined sensation of his master's mast tearing apart his dignity.
Even as he could barely keep his eyes open, just the sight of Boyfriend between his legs, having at his cock-hungry hole, made Bosip want him more. Before long, things just stopped making sense to Bosip. They simply didn't need to in a situation like this.
In the heat of the moment, Boyfriend folds Bosip's legs against him in a mating pres position as he buries his face in Bosip's neck, biting down on his skin just below the collar. Boyfriend was always one to leave his mark; whenever they fucked, Bosip would have his indulgences displayed on his neck for days after. This time was no exception. Boyfriend's teeth dig into Bosip's skin, leaving a deep imprint, as he continues smashing his hips into Bosip's ass. Bosip's neck stings on that spot, but it stings so good. He barely notices Boyfriend's thrusts becoming more animalistic as every nerve in his body succumbs to stimulation. That's it. Boyfriend's close.
His grip on Bosip's leash tightens; so does his jaw on Bosip's neck. It's been some time since he's fucked Bosip this well, and he's charging in for that sweet climax. Through gritted teeth, Boyfriend sneers, "FUUUUUUUCK. YOU WANT MY CUM, HMM? TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT DADDY TO STUFF YOU FULL OF HIS HOT CUM." Bosip, whose mind is hardly receiving this, only slurs some words in an ecstatic, drunken moan. A sharp tension pulses down his cock and all throughout his groin as he presses down on Bosip, aggressively eager for his release. Then, the buildup of energy explodes and pleasure surges into Boyfriend's body as he pumps a long week's load into Bosip's loose whore hole. He pushes himself into him again, one more time, to really savour that already diminishing feeling. Bosip, on the other hand, hadn't finished yet. (Don't worry, though. Remember that "and more!" from earlier?)
Huffing, Boyfriend pulls out of Bosip, trailing cum onto the bedsheets. However, he wasn't done yet. He lets Bosip's legs off his shoulders and moves to straddle Bosip's chest, plopping his wet cock on Bosip's sweaty face. "You know the drill, bitch. Get to cleaning."
Bosip, dazed from the aching emptiness that now filled him, opens his mouth. Boyfriend immediately stuffs his entire length down Bosip's throat, causing him to jerk in surprise, but not gag. Boyfriend nudges Bosip's face with his hips and he promptly gets to sucking on his wet, slippery cock. The Boyfriend's taste coats every surface in Bosip's mouth, a taste he savours every drop of as Boyfriend exhales satisfyingly and lets his eyes fall shut. Bosip makes sure not to miss any of Boyfriend's cum, greedily slurping up every trace of it off his stiff boner.
"Gooood boy," Boyfriend smirks down at Bosip, waves of pleasure pulsing down his still sensitive cock, "just like daddy taught you." Suddenly, Boyfriend grips the sides of Bosip's head and just begins thrusting into his mouth as quickly as he did into Bosip's ass. Bosip lets out a choked grunt, but shuts his eyes and lets his mouth to be used as a fuck toy like a good boy. Bosip's throat is so warm and wet, that his shaft slips along easily. Despite being extremely sensitive from his first orgasm, Boyfriend's pace is unyielding. His balls keep slapping against Bosip's chin while Boyfriend stuffs his member down Bosip's throat repeatedly.
The second time, Boyfriend cums quickly. Grabbing a fistful of Bosip's hair, he pulls him down to the base of his cock, nose-to-pubes and all, as Bosip swallows another load of Boyfriend's delicious cum. He holds this position for a few amazing moments, his breaths laboured. Boyfriend slides his cock out of Bosip's wrecked mouth with a low groan. He playfully slaps Bosip on the cheek. "You've got some nice headgame there, kitten. I suppose you deserve a reward."
Bosip, still catching his breath, perks up at those words. Reaching down into the box of interesting things, Boyfriend retrieves a cloth. "Gotta get this on first." Bosip happily obliges and allows himself to be blindfolded. He didn't even realize what he was in for. Boyfriend then turns around and sits on Bosip's stomach, diverting his attention to Bosip's dick, which was still hard and twitching. Without wasting another second, he bends down and takes Bosip's thick erection in his hand, beginning to move his hand along his length. Bosip moans softly. "Spread your legs more," Boyfriend commands, and Bosip does so, giving Boyfriend full access to his parts. Perfect. As his hand reaches the top again, Boyfriend rolls his thumb over Bosip's tip, rubbing into it. This gets a stronger reaction from Bosip, who arches his back and moans louder.
Boyfriend, his hand leaving Bosip's cock for just a moment, leans over and digs through his box, pulling out two more pairs of cuffs. With another series of chk-chk's, Bosip's ankles are cuffed to the bedframe as well, to no resistance. Boyfriend would need them there for what he was planning to do.
Wrapping his hand back around Bosip's excited pecker, Boyfriend begins immediately hammering his meat, jerking him off like his life depended on it. Bosip strains against the handcuffs from the stimulation. Boyfriend always found it fascinating how easily he could control Bosip not even with words, but with just a hand. He took advantage of this fact every chance he got. Now is a great example. Within minutes, Bosip's moans had evolved to a point where Boyfriend knew he was getting there. You know, release. I think you can see where this is going.
Here comes the catch. Boyfriend, being the master cock manipulator he is, keeps Bosip going for just another second before pulling his hand off, followed by Bosip's whines of protest, his hips bucking upward in a grab for that missing bit. Boyfriend chuckles sadistically. Oh, this is going to be so much fun. "Tisk, tisk. You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you? I'm offended. You're not blowing a single drop of cum until I say so." With that, Boyfriend slaps Bosip's boner, causing him to gasp and jerk. "Comprendo?"
Bosip exhales sharply. "Y-Yeah! Yes, I understand." Boyfriend smirks widely. Putting his hand back around Bosip's tool, he paces himself slowly at first. Bosip moans in desire and frustration through closed lips, resisting every urge to tell Boyfriend to go faster, knowing how that would end up. His hand glides up Bosip's shaft again, but this time he cups the head of his penis in his palm and rubs it all around. The shakey resulting moans only fuel Boyfriend's actions. He tightens his hand around Bosip's head and starts to really rub into it.
For Bosip, this felt like an absolute euphoria. Quickly, the unmistakable sensation of an incoming climax grew in Bosip's groin. Of course, Boyfriend detected this and, just as that sensation crept further and further along Bosip's thighs, threatening to burst, Bosip is disappointed as he is denied a second time. He almost denied the denial, madly tugging against his cruel restraints as Boyfriend entertained himself toying with Bosip. A bead of precum emerges from Bosip's tip, which Boyfriend collects with a finger, then rubs the length of the finger along the slit. Raw pleasure shoots down Bosip's desperate manhood, tensing up again.
(By now, you can probably tell I'm running out of ways to say "penis.")
The third time, Boyfriend jerks Bosip off at a regular pace, with short bursts of fast action. Bosip seemed to really like this version. His moans had become lighter and more breathy, but maybe that was just his eagerness to cum. Oh, Bosip. Boyfriend bites his lip in anticipation at what he was about to pull as he kept beating at Bosip's meat. When Bosip was approaching the summit again, Boyfriend began moving his hand only enough to keep him on the edge. Bosip whimpers in desperation.
"I'll let you cum this time, don't worry," Boyfriend sneers at Bosip's aching cock, "you just have to beg for it." He jerks his hand slightly in encouragement. "Tell daddy how much you want it."
And so, Bosip, being in the state he was in, was more than eager to beg bitchily. "I- Please! Please let me cum! I want it- I want to cum so bad! Please- fuck-!" Bosip's whines were sweet honey to Boyfriend's ears. Satisfied, he lets his hand go wild around Bosip, letting that pent-up almost-pain detonate and course through every cube inch of his body. Moaning loudly in final ecstasy, Bosip tenses up as he shoots string after string of hot cum all over himself and Boyfriend, who was still sitting on his hips. Boyfriend loved when Bosip was loud like this, so much so that he decided he would make him cum again. And again. Ah, milking, one of Boyfriend's favourite activities.
Even after Bosip's cum had stopped, Boyfriend's hand didn't. It only took a moment for the glow of the orgasm to transform into a ruthless over-sensation, gnawing at Bosip's nerves. At first, he tugs madly against his cuffs in response, but to no avail since Boyfriend doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon. His legs attempt to close, which are slightly prevented by the cuffs on his ankles, but Boyfriend isn't having any of this. After stuffing a gag in Bosip's mouth, he moves off Bosip's stomach and sits in between Bosip's legs, right up to his groin, keeping his legs spread that way. Bosip's moment of refuge is broken by the feeling of Boyfriend's hand grasping his cock again, and so the torment truly begins.
Boyfriend is absolutely determined to milk Bosip dry. Since he wanted to cum so bad, he'd let him do it more than once. Quickly swiping up Bosip's cum with his other hand, Boyfriend spreads the white fluid all over Bosip's shaft as lube. This only makes his hand slip along faster, getting a more than audible reaction from Bosip. He practically jumps, groaning and convulsing like a madman as Boyfriend rubs Bosip's tip on the palm of his hand. He then holds the entire head of Bosip's cock in a fist, gyrating around it, torturing his senses.
When Bosip reached his second orgasm, his face is red and his entire body is sweaty. It feels good, but it also hurt. His trying member ejaculates but a few ounces of cum, which only oozes out. Bosip was done a long time ago. Boyfriend is far from finished.
"You think, just 'cuz you've came twice, we're done here? You should know better. I'm sure you're got more in there for me." And so, to Bosip's shakey wails and whimpers of agony, Boyfriend's hand continues tugging at his dick, demanding more. By now, Bosip's struggles have weakened down to an occasional attempt to pull away, and even when his cock gives up and goes soft, Boyfriend picks up a vibrator and presses it up against his tip. His nerves explode. His brain lacking a better response, Bosip simply begins weeping, dampening his blindfold and choking back sobs behind a slobber-covered gag and lips.
Seeing Bosip, who was usually so polite and collected, this messy and desperate, weakly crying, triggered a primal, sick playfulness in Boyfriend. Bosip's third orgasm was a dry, soft, laboured ordeal as his throbbing, sore manhood attempts to make sense of and respond to all this stimuli. He can barely vocalize anything above a timid squeek, hardly breathe without his chest spasming. He was literally a mess.
Boyfriend smirks and drops the vibrator. After just a bit more teasing, he will be satisfied. Slowly, he brushes his fingers along the length of Bosip's limp cock, causing him to suck in a breath, only to jolt as soon as Boyfriend so much as grazes the head. He's so sensitive, Boyfriend wishes he could play with him like this forever, but right now, Bosip seems like he's actually about to pass out.
"Look at you, taking that so well," Boyfriend lets his hand slide down Bosip's dick again before taking his ballsack and gently fondling it, "who's a noisy, messy, good boy?"
Bosip manages only a slurred and sniffly whimper.
"That's right, you are." Boyfriend moves up beside Bosip, removing his blindfold and gag and tossing them aside before kissing him on the forehead. He sighs, satisfied and tired, barely holding his eyes open. After Boyfriend undoes his cuffs, Bosip lies unmoving, his chest rising and falling softly. Was he asleep? Boyfriend didn't really care. He cuddled up beside Bosip, holding him tightly, letting his hands wander all across his drained body, as if massaging him.
What did I tell you? Today wasn't boring after all.