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As Ryker planned his revenge against Martin, he began to question himself. Did Ryker adore Ares a little too much? Maybe – but he had his reasons.

Rigbarth’s dating scene had relatively few options before Ares sauntered around town. There was Heinz (too old), Darroch (also old), and Terry (cryptic and kinda sexy but old). Palmo was basically his dad (not his thing). Murakumo was newer – but he was too bashful for Ryker’s liking, and his height was a little intimidating. Ryker preferred shorter men (like Ares).

The closest bachelor in age to Ryker was Martin, but they didn’t mesh well. At least not anymore. They were good friends in adolescence, and though Ryker didn’t like remembering it, he and Martin fooled around a lot. Dates, stolen kisses, sex – all of his firsts (and seconds and thirds) had been with Martin. 

Ryker’s crippling dysphoria had ruined their relationship, and Ryker regretted how he ended things with Martin. Ryker had inadvertently hurt Martin in the process of self-destruction, lashing out when Martin begged him to stay. 

I never even liked you! It was always about the sex, okay? Just leave me alone already!

Ryker was too busy wallowing in his self-hatred to care about Martin’s feelings. Their relationship was unsalvageable when he finally realized how much harm he’d caused. Martin was done with him. He wouldn’t even look at Ryker unless they were arguing. It sucked, but Ryker knew he deserved it for everything he’d said.

Eventually, things between them leveled off. Since then, they hadn’t talked about their feelings, and Martin wouldn’t be interested now. Besides, Martin didn’t like men. And Ryker was a man now. He had top surgery scars and a dick – neither of which Martin would be interested in.

Speaking of interests, there was Cecil. Martin’s kid brother. Or not-so-kid anymore, actually – he was only a couple years younger than Ryker, making him an adult. He didn’t look like one – but most trans guys didn’t look their age. Cecil came out way earlier than he had, but Ryker suffered from the same baby-face syndrome at his age. And frankly, Ryker was jealous of Cecil’s musculature, so they were even (in his eyes).

Overall, Ares was a very welcome addition to Rigbarth. His presence somehow boosted business and spruced up town life. He was really fucking cute . And Ryker liked him a normal amount . 

Who was he kidding? Ryker was borderline obsessed with Ares. The farmer had everyone under his thumb, which pissed him off more than he’d admit. Ares stumbled into town with his big blue eyes and gummy smile, capturing Martin in his adorable grasp. Fucking Martin. The guy Ryker hated (and probably still loved). Martin, who Ryker had believed to be straight all these fucking years like the idiot he was.

Ryker was bitter and mad. Not at Ares, but at himself. He liked Ares enough to know he could fall in love with Ares, should he have the opportunity. He still wanted Martin. But worst of all, Ryker hated that the two were a happy couple – always going on “adventures” together. Ryker caught them while they were returning from the woods once. Ares was in Martin’s pajama shirt, and Martin carried Ares’s bruised body on his stupidly-muscular back. He knew instantly that they had boned.

Ryker despised it.

He complained about it to Cecil the next day. It was a chance encounter in the baths, and Cecil was interested in hearing more. 

So they got to talking.

Ryker learned that Cecil was tired of Martin’s bullshit and that he, too, liked Ares. Now they stood together in Cecil’s room, plotting their revenge. Cecil was surprisingly devious for someone aiming for a career in detective work. Ryker thought it was hot. But it was also horrifying.

It was probably Ryker’s fault. After all, Martin was a good brother – and Ryker was not a good friend to Martin in recent years. Who would have known he’d given the gay porn Ryker sent to his little brother Cecil? It was a horrible birthday present – and a vile hand-me-down too. It was a miracle Cecil turned out decent. Or – indecent, actually.

Ryker was greedy, and now he wanted Cecil, too. 

“Alright, so how do we start?” Cecil asked, his voice far too innocent for someone who Wanted Ryker’s Dick. “My brother doesn’t come around very often. Are you sure this will work?”

“We just have to time it right,” Ryker insisted. “Listen, Cecil. The Silo is literally right there. We just have to bang as loud as we possibly can while he’s walking from work to Ares’s place. I get to make Martin super uncomfortable. He’ll probably come over all concerned or whatever and witness my massive dick. Then he’ll be pissed at me and concerned for you. He’ll probably start coming home more to cockblock us – and bam. You get your family time. What do I get? I get a moment to talk with Ares.”

“Because you want to bone him?” Cecil frowned. “I’m pretty sure he tops, you know. Martin said he never put his dick in Ares’s ass. And you’re a top, right?”

Ryker did not want to bone Ares. Ryker was going to bone Cecil. 

“I prefer to top, but I can make an exception. And anyway ,” Ryker scrunched his nose, “I can’t believe he admitted that. What kind of guy talks about taking it up the ass with his little brother? He never let me peg him. Asshole.”

Ew . Cecil visibly recoiled. “That was like, forever ago. Martin didn’t even know he was gay. You didn’t even know you were gay. Can you really blame him?”

Ryker glared. “Yes. Yes, I can. He was the splitting image of toxic masculinity in our youth. It wasn’t even gay back then. He was just afraid his ass would tear.”

Ryker had a point. But Cecil wouldn’t have trusted the old Ryker to properly prepare his asshole, either. The new Ryker was more mellow – a little less… edgy. He still did his weird night runs, cackling like a gremlin as he backflipped into hell. But he was charming when he played into his chuuni persona, making Cecil blush whenever they met under the moonlight.

Speaking of nighttime rendezvous…

“Can we please just get to the fun part already?” Cecil pouted. “Are you gonna tie me up or what?”

Ryker was there to absolutely destroy Cecil’s virginity. Cecil read a lot of kinky shit and wanted to try it out. Not that Ryker was complaining. It was nice to have someone interested in the same things he was. Martin’s constant hovering had prevented them from getting to know each other in the past – even Ryker greeting Cecil pissed him off. But with Ares occupying Martin’s attention, Ryker found that he and Cecil were surprisingly similar.

Ryker reached for his aptly named Sexytime Satchel and tossed it into Cecil’s lap. The boy released a soft grunt as it hit his leg and rolled onto the bed. Shooting a glare at Ryker, he hastily opened the bag and peeked inside.

“I don’t think we can get through everything tonight, but we’re definitely trying the ring gags like you wanted,” Ryker stated as Cecil rifled through the items. “They’ll keep your mouth open so everyone can hear you scream. Just have to find the right size. Most people use medium, but you might prefer small since you’re a beginner.”

Cecil nodded, lifting the gags out of the bag. “Should we try them now?”

“Not yet,” Ryker said. “Do you remember the safeword and gesture?”

“Yes, sir,” Cecil replied, saluting.

“Good. From here on out, I won’t hold back. I’ll call you things like “slut” or “whore” – like you asked me to. And you acknowledge that we may or may not be caught by your brother – or Ares. Got it?” Ryker smirked, trying to look evil. To Cecil, he looked catty – borderline cute, even. 

But Cecil wouldn’t tell Ryker that. After all, he wanted something only Ryker was willing to give: experience. And Cecil absolutely had to see Ryker naked, knowing Ryker’s transition had gifted him with an allegedly massive penis. Cecil wasn’t sure if he wanted to change his bottom parts, but surely seeing someone’s in a sexy way would help. Also, Ryker was hot – could anyone really blame Cecil? (The answer was no: they could not.)

He took a deep breath and grinned at Ryker. “Yes. Can we get on with it, Ryker?”

Ryker stood in front of Cecil and gestured at the medium ring gag. Cecil hesitantly took it into his hands, running a finger over the silicon-coated piece of metal. Placing the ring behind his teeth, Cecil held it there as he waited for Ryker to secure the gag. Though Cecil was worried the o-ring would flip horizontally, it fit well and kept his mouth open just enough to flush his cheeks with excitement. Ryker tightened the strap around his head a few moments later, drawing back to check on his work.

“It looks like it fits well, but I need your input,” Ryker said. “Are you comfortable?”

Cecil nodded, sticking his hands out in a silent request. Restrain me, his eyes said. Fuck it, Ryker had nothing better to do this evening. He grabbed the fur-lined handcuffs first, but Cecil shook his head. Normal handcuffs? Another no, and then a tilt of his head to the left. Ryker’s vision fell to the rope at Cecil’s side. Okay. Ryker could do that.

“Alright, I’m going to tie your hands in front. Only so can hold yourself up against the window,” Ryker said, watching Cecil’s eyes widen. “Excited, are we? I suggest you take off whatever clothes you want now, though. It’ll be difficult to strip when you’re tied up.”

Cecil rolled his eyes, throwing off his jacket and shirt. Ryker was surprised to see his chest flat and scarless – and then he remembered that Cecil was highly advanced in magic. Cecil could glamour his scars away and reduce the size of his chest with ease. Ryker also reminded himself that not every trans man needed top surgery, and Cecil had probably come out early enough to not require it. 

By the time Ryker finished his thought, Cecil was already completely naked. Ryker wanted to observe Cecil’s body, but the boy stuck his arms in Ryker’s face, blocking his view. Glaring down at him, Cecil tapped his wrists together. The motion was silly – but kind of cute. A little miffed, Ryker gathered the rope in his hands. He ensured the cords were snug against Cecil’s skin but not tight enough to hurt him, tying a two-column knot with ease. 

“There,” Ryker said. “It’s settled, then. I want you to bend over in front of the window for me. Can you do that?”

Cecil stood on shaky legs and hobbled over to the window, shivering as a breeze brushed past his skin. Bracing his palms against the wooden frame, Cecil leaned over and presented himself to Ryker. His perky bottom glistened in the dusk’s glow, strips of orange light painting the tops of his cheeks. There was a small mole where Cecil’s tailbone ended, and Ryker felt the urge to kiss it. Cecil tried to smile around his gag, his eyes squinting slightly as he bit down. Ryker grinned back, trying to comfort him.

Though Cecil was about the same height and build as Ares, Ryker didn’t view Cecil as Ares’s replacement. His bronze locks looked vermillion underneath the setting sun, and his pale blue eyes glittered with lust. Ryker hadn’t observed Cecil before – mostly because of Martin – but now that he could look, Cecil was prettier than any other person in Rigbarth. Ryker nearly forgot why they were about to screw in the first place. 

“I think I want to bang your brains out,” Ryker admitted, mostly to himself.

Was that not the point of all this? Cecil batted his eyelashes at Ryker, widening his stance. His cunt was slick with his arousal, and his t-dick poked out from his neatly-trimmed pubes. Although Cecil was on testosterone, his skin was smooth and mostly hairless, likely from years of product treatment and magic potions. He waved his hips from side to side, huffing as Ryker finally stepped forward to grab his ass.

“Mmh – unnh ,” Cecil whined, flinching at the touch.

“Remember, Cecil. Snap three times if you want me to stop,” Ryker whispered. 

Cecil grumbled and pressed back into Ryker’s hand, wanting Ryker to continue. He needed more, and Ryker was willing to give him just that. Ryker traced his labia with deft fingers while listening to Cecil’s quiet huffs, drawing tight circles over the slightly wet flesh. Since Cecil was inexperienced, Ryker paid close attention to his reactions, trying different strokes to see which ones made Cecil yip or wheeze. Cecil liked when Ryker brushed his clit, groaning and rolling his eyes back whenever his fingers nudged the nub. As expected, he moaned when Ryker gave his clit a sharp squeeze, leaking a little onto Ryker’s fingers.

“You like that, slut?” Ryker chuckled and withdrew his hand. “Bit of a masochist, are you?”

“Nnnh… noooh,” Cecil managed, shaking his head. 

Ryker glanced at Cecil’s face, watching the drool drip down his chin. Cecil’s eyelashes were dewy, a sign he was a crier. Though Ryker wasn’t typically into making his partners sob, Cecil looked pretty when crying. Ryker felt sadistic when he acknowledged it – but it was the truth. Cecil was always perfect.

Gathering his focus, Ryker uncapped the lube in his pocket and hastily poured some onto his fingers. Cecil’s natural wetness wouldn’t be enough. Ryker’s dick was probably larger than most men’s, and the last thing he wanted to do was actually injure Cecil. Ryker parted Cecil’s lower lips with his lubed hand, using his index finger to massage the area around Cecil’s hole. Cecil’s hips twitched as Ryker spread the cool gel over his wet cunt. He only settled when Ryker slipped his finger inside, halting his movements with a pleased hum.

Cecil’s pussy eagerly accepted his finger, its walls squeezing and releasing him every so often. Ryker slowly began to move his finger in and out of Cecil, keeping a careful eye on his bound hands. It seemed Cecil had no intention of stopping, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Cecil’s pussy slowly relaxed around him, and Ryker managed to squirm in a second. This gave him more control, allowing him to hit Cecil’s g-spot.

Cecil’s legs shook violently each time Ryker curled his fingers. Cecil had never touched himself so thoroughly, and Ryker’s fingers felt fucking amazing. Cecil didn’t know if he was close, but his brain felt like a pool of pure pleasure. Another drop of drool rolled down his chin, and Cecil struggled to keep himself upright. He wondered if Ryker would fuck him soon – he was getting impatient. It felt good to be exposed – almost too good, even. With his mouth forced open, his moans were loud and clear. His pussy squelched each time Ryker pushed his fingers in, and anyone who walked by would immediately know what they were doing. Cecil knew a stranger might see them – see him . Bent over for Ryker, gagged, bound, and shaking his hips like a needy whore – Cecil looked obscene. 

Cecil loved the humiliation building inside him.

Ryker wasn’t sure how much Cecil could handle, but he seemed eager to take it all. It wasn’t long before Ryker worked in a third. Tears of excitement rolled down Cecil’s cheeks as he dug his nails into the wooden windowsill. Every movement sent pleasurable sparks into Cecil’s stomach. He hadn’t realized it was possible to feel so amazing, but each blissful stroke of Ryker’s fingers dragged him closer to the edge. If Cecil weren’t gagged, he would beg for Ryker to add another.

He felt a twinge in his gut when Ryker’s pinkie prodded at his overstuffed opening. Cecil feared four digits wouldn’t fit inside his virgin hole, but the stretch was incredibly addicting. Ryker pulled back until only the tips of his fingers were inside Cecil. He plunged the fourth finger into Cecil’s hole on his next push, humming as a scream tore from Cecil’s throat. 

Countless novels described first times as painful, but Cecil’s experience was the opposite. Bliss inundated Cecil’s mental and physical states, surrounding him like a cloth of woven clouds. His gasps pitched as he lost his breath, crescendoing into a mortifying moan that sounded vaguely like Ryker’s name. Cecil could feel his heartbeat in his stomach and his pussy in his brain. He could barely keep his knees from buckling as he reached what he assumed was his first-ever orgasm. His hips spasmed each time Ryker rocked his fingers against Cecil’s g-spot, and soon he was limp and wailing as he struggled to keep standing.

“Sounds like you get off to public indecency,” Ryker snorted. “Quiet down. Unless you want to get caught before I put it inside you. Your decision, slut.”

Swallowing his squeals, Cecil shook his head. He didn’t want Ryker to stop yet – not before Cecil had a chance to see his dick. Cecil needed to know Ryker’s penis size before they finished fucking. It was one of the many mysteries he refused to leave unsolved. 

Unfortunately, Ryker did not unbuckle his belt and remove his pants. His eyes focused on Cecil’s twitching entrance as he sunk his four fingers in and dragged them out. Ryker wouldn’t sate Cecil’s curiosity until he fit his hand inside Cecil’s cunt. Why? He wanted to give Cecil the best sex of his whole life. Ryker would ensure every single person after wouldn’t come close to satisfying Cecil as much as he could. He needed to take Cecil apart with his hands and then screw him senseless.

Cecil’s eyes bulged as Ryker stuffed his fingers knuckle-deep. His pussy felt distended past normality, yet he only craved more. Pleasure gnawed at his vision and blurred the sky and earth into one. Each time Cecil tried to relax, Ryker would push his fingers in again. His nerves were impossibly ablaze; his mind teetered between compliance and terrifying exaltation. He didn’t want to think – couldn’t, really, as Ryker’s thumb grazed his slit again.

Wait, is he gonna stick it in? Cecil thought, bracing himself. Oh god…

Ryker dipped the tip of his thumb into Cecil’s slick folds, careful not to press it all the way inside. Cecil’s chest shook as he took another breath. Ryker’s fingertips were like spires of ice in his stomach. His core felt like pure fire as Ryker slipped half his hand into his pussy.

“Mmhh – nnh!” Cecil hissed, squeezing down on the intrusion.

“Shit, you’re sucking on my fingers,” Ryker groaned, wiggling his hand back out. “You want it that bad, huh?”

Cecil tried to say yes, but only a strangled sob fell from his lips. His brain rushed to catch up with his body. Cecil felt like the gates of heaven were in front of him, and Ryker was the angel with the key. His long, graceful fingers pried Cecil’s sanity apart. Cecil felt the haze of release creeping up on him again, and he tightened his fist in anticipation.

“Such a good little slut,” Ryker cooed. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Cecil’s pulse quickened. Was Ryker going to fuck him now? It seemed that way when Ryker withdrew his hand, leaving Cecil’s hole agape. Behind him, Ryker uncapped the lube again. He coated his hand in the cool gel and drizzled a substantial amount over Cecil’s ass. The lube trickled down Cecil’s crack and over his pussy, collecting at his enlarged clit. Cecil didn’t think much of it – maybe Ryker’s dick didn’t produce any natural lubricant. Instead, he wondered if Ryker wanted to use his ass, hoping he had prepared himself enough to avoid accidents.

Cecil didn’t expect what came next.

On Cecil’s next shaky breath, Ryker speared his whole hand into Cecil’s cunt, flexing his fingers against Cecil’s cervix. Cecil screamed, his vision swimming and legs buckling. Fuck , he couldn’t think . Ryker’s entire hand was inside Cecil’s cunt, molding Cecil to its shape. The fullness sent Cecil reeling; heavy heat bloomed in his cunt and spread like wildfire to his limbs. His pulsing walls knocked Ryker’s palm against his g-spot, wrenching another cry from his mouth. 

As Cecil soared through his second orgasm of the night, he felt a hot liquid trickle down his legs and drip onto the floor. Each time his pussy clenched, lube spurted over his thighs. After it began to pool at his feet, Cecil wondered how much lubricant was too much and if Ryker had somehow drained the entire bottle in his preparations.

“Oh, fuck, ” Ryker gasped, pulling his hand from Cecil’s cunt. “Cecil. Fuck, that’s hot. You didn’t know you could do that, huh?”

Do what?

Cecil’s lips ached when Ryker removed the gag with his clean hand. Cecil kept his mouth open even without it, saliva dripping down his chin and onto his chest. It took him a minute to blink the tears from his eyes and recalibrate his vision. Even then, the world around him still felt hazy.

Cecil tilted his head to look at the mess between his feet and furrowed his brow. The puddle was whitish and partially opaque, unlike the clear lubricant they had used. Confused, Cecil looked at his crotch for answers. Strands of thick, milky fluid connected his pussy lips with Ryker’s hand, 

I squirted, Cecil realized. On the floor. 

On Ryker. 

Fuck.

Ryker smiled, completely unbothered by the state of his pants. He fished a clean rag from his satchel and wiped Cecil’s legs. Cecil watched him clean up the mess and mumbled a quiet thank you, still dazed. 

Ryker gave Cecil a moment to recover, rubbing Cecil’s back in a circular motion. The warmth of Ryker’s hand eventually soothed Cecil’s surging heartbeat, and he uncrossed his eyes, glancing up at Ryker.

“Can – Can we move to the bed?” Cecil croaked. “My legs…”

Ryker swung Cecil around and placed him on the bed, pausing when Cecil melted into the sheets. “Color?”

“Green,” Cecil immediately replied. “Keep the ropes, please.”

Ryker’s features softened as he looked down at Cecil. How polite.

“Alright,” Ryker agreed. “I’ll take them off after your next orgasm. What do you want to do next?”

Cecil’s face couldn’t get any redder, but his blush spread down his chest. “I – I don’t know, sir.”

“Does that mean I can do whatever I want to you?” Ryker asked, his eyes glinting. 

“Well… I…” Cecil’s gaze traveled down to Ryker’s bulge. He took his lower lip between his teeth as he stared at Ryker’s crotch, then made eye contact again. “Can I see your… you know?”

” I don’t know, can you? ” Ryker parroted.

Cecil huffed and straightened his spine, playing into his character. “I wanna… I wanna see your dick, sir… please!”

Ryker reached for his belt buckle, lazily stroking a finger over the metallic part. He snaked his belt off his hips and brandished it like a whip, hitting the headboard with a loud crack. Cecil shivered impatiently and nudged Ryker with his foot. Ryker smirked.

He only wanted to tease Cecil more.

Cecil always found Ryker mesmerizing, but Ryker was particularly captivating while stripping. Ryker’s hips swayed back and forth with a hypnotic rhythm, and his stormy eyes made Cecil long for more. Cecil nearly forgot how much he wanted Ryker to rail him, staring agape at the sensual display. He only snapped out of his trance when Ryker shimmied out of his boxers and freed his massive dick.

“Holy shit,” Cecil gasped, his hands twitching in their restraints. He wanted to touch it so fucking badly. “That’s huge.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ryker grinned. “Cool, right?”

“ So cool,” Cecil agreed, nodding eagerly. “Would you – um, put it in me? Please?”

“Yeah, in a bit,” Ryker said, patting Cecil’s thigh. “Spread, slut.”

Cecil tugged his legs open and presented his pussy, squeezing his eyes shut as he leaned back. Fuck, he felt like a nymphomaniac – sex-crazed and obeying Ryker’s every command. His entrance fluttered with each inhale, gaping and wet from their earlier activities. Cecil shivered as he shifted his hips, trying to show off as much as he could.

Ryker hastily applied another layer of lubricant to his hand before cupping Cecil’s sex. He rubbed Cecil’s entrance with his fingertips, waiting for Cecil to relax slightly. When Cecil’s groans finally returned to their original volume, Ryker slipped three of his fingers into Cecil’s waiting cunt.

Cecil wheezed and clenched his teeth. He missed the gag already – it kept him grounded and gave him a reason to be loud. Without it, his noises were inexcusable. Even worse, Cecil had a perfect view of his own cunt. His current position didn’t leave much to the imagination – his enlarged clitoris stood proud, and his pussy lips were pinkish and parted. 

“You’re so loose that I can see inside you,” Ryker told him. “I can’t believe you’re a virgin – your cunt looks exactly like a whore’s.”

Cecil’s chest buzzed with excitement. Ryker knew exactly how to push his buttons, and it only made Cecil want him more. A tremolo in his belly blurred the borders of his brain, and Cecil found himself verbalizing his desires once more. 

“ Fuck, sir, please fuck me!” Cecil gasped, delirious. “Please, sir, make me yours! I want to feel you inside me! Please pump me full of your seed!”

“ Whore ,” Ryker hissed. “You want me to knock you up that badly?”

“Yes, please ,” Cecil whimpered. “Please knock me up, sir, please !”

Cecil’s heart hammered with anticipation as he felt Ryker’s free hand trail up his thigh. His mind went blank when Ryker’s finger looped around his hood, and his hips bucked forward against his will. With his self-control gone, Cecil humped Ryker’s hand like an animal in heat. The contact was heavenly, but Ryker shoved Cecil against the sheets before he could satisfy himself.

“Don’t move,” Ryker growled. “Greedy little slut . I’m not done preparing you yet.”

Cecil nodded, wanting to behave. But the pleasure quickly demolished his self-restraint, and he could no longer control himself. Each time his back arched slightly, he gritted his teeth and forced himself down. His core ached from clenching, and every section of his body begged for release. Cecil nearly sobbed when Ryker withdrew his touch, melting into the bed helplessly.

Ryker grinned to himself as he committed the scene to memory. He adored Cecil’s debased orgasm-face and the sight of Cecil squirting onto the floor, but Cecil’s desperate, frustrated cries were addictive . Ryker wanted to hear more, spreading Cecil’s pussy lips with his thumb. Fluid rushed from Cecil’s stretched hole, and Ryker let out a breathless moan. He wanted to tell Cecil how beautiful he looked, but he wasn’t sure if that was okay.

Instead, Ryker thrust his fist inside. 

Cecil wailed, startled by the sudden intrusion. Fluid dribbled down his legs and coated Ryker’s palm, seeping into the sheets beneath them. As Cecil screamed through his third orgasm, Ryker dug his hand even deeper into Cecil’s hole. Tears streamed down Cecil’s fucked-out face, his eyes wide with pleasure. And most importantly, he spread his legs further.

Ryker drove his fist into Cecil’s cunt like he lived to see Cecil writhe, punching it deep and drinking in the resulting scream. He loved how Cecil’s cunt squelched and strained around him each time he yanked his fist free. 

“Ah – fuck! Sir!” Cecil sobbed as Ryker’s knuckles scraped his cervix again, his saccharine song spurring Ryker to fuck him harder. “I can’t – I’m gonna – mmh!”

Cecil squirted over his stomach and thighs, drenching himself with his own release. His pussy pulsed as Ryker pulled out. Cecil no longer felt like himself – arousal completely consumed his body and mind. He whimpered, empty and craving Ryker’s cock.

“Are you okay?” Ryker asked. “We should probably hydrate –”

“Ryker,” Cecil said, cutting him off, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Okay,” Ryker replied, smirking. He swept his fingers across Cecil’s belly. “But first, you need to say it properly.”

Cecil nodded and cleared his throat. “Please fuck me, sir!” he shouted, folding his legs against his chest to reveal his pussy. “Please let me cum on your cock!”

Ryker didn’t hesitate. He flipped Cecil onto his stomach and cast a muscular elasticity spell (he wasn’t too keen on accidentally snapping his dick or tearing Cecil). With magic streaming through his veins, Ryker sheathed his cock into Cecil’s cunt. He felt unbelievably tight – tighter than any other person Ryker had ever been with. Cecil kicked and squirmed as his body adjusted, clenching hard and hot around Ryker. After a short struggle, he slumped forward into the sheets, motionless.

And Ryker fucked him.

He didn’t ask if Cecil wanted it again. He wrapped his hand around Cecil’s throat and squeezed until the boy started to spasm. Cecil gulped for air when Ryker finally let up, swallowing and drooling around nothing. Ryker kept his hand on Cecil’s neck and maneuvered the boy back onto his cock like a toy. It was dehumanizing, but Cecil couldn’t stop screaming for more. Ryker hadn’t expected Cecil’s interest in kink to go so far, but the sex was better than anything he had ever experienced. He was so, so fucking glad Cecil wanted to be his sub. Ryker didn’t care about Martin and Ares’s relationship anymore because Cecil’s pussy felt so fucking good.

“Holy shit, you’re so tight,” Ryker hissed. “You like this, whore? You like being tied up and used like the useless boy you are?”

“Y – Ye – eeees! Oh, fuck, sir!” Cecil moaned. “Please choke me harder, sir!”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Ryker was enjoying this too much. Why, out of all the people in Rigbarth, did Cecil have to be so fucking kinky (and hot)? Ryker couldn’t deny him the request, tightening his grip around Cecil’s throat again. Cecil’s reaction was instant, his weak whine and shuddering, soulless eyes the only indication that he’d come.

“You’re a slut,” Ryker told Cecil when he removed his hand. “You came from being choked? You just want me to ruin you, don’t you? Fuck you until you’re nothing but a hole. I should keep you gagged and plugged for the rest of your fucking life. Use your pussy until it remembers me when I’m not there.”

“Please, sir,” Cecil sobbed. “I can’t… I can’t anymore, please! Use me! Use me, use me, use me – ”

Ryker thrust his hips forward, watching Cecil squeal and scrabble for purchase as his tummy dragged against the bed. Cecil could no longer scream, his voice hoarse beyond belief. He could not feel his limbs or even his face at this point; every touch was insignificant compared to the rough movement in his cunt. Cecil let his body go limp as Ryker chased his orgasm, finally giving Cecil what he wanted.

Cecil thought he couldn’t be happier when he passed out on his bed, Ryker’s cock shooting ropes of cum deep into his cunt. Of course, he was quickly proven wrong. Cecil woke up a few minutes later with Ryker still screwing him into the mattress. They continued until the night swallowed the sun, no Martin or Ares in sight. 

“Uh, I – I don’t think Martin’s coming home,” Cecil panted after their fourth (?) round. “It’s past di – oh, fuck !”

“Don’t talk about other men when I’m with you, whore,” Ryker chuckled. His dick rubbed against Cecil’s g-spot as he laughed, and Cecil nodded dumbly in response. Ryker looked different when he flipped Cecil onto his back and stared into his eyes. “But on a serious note – I don’t think it was ever really about Martin.”

“It wasn’t,” Cecil admitted. He hadn’t told Ryker that Martin wasn’t at work – or that Martin and Ares had a camping trip planned for that night. “I wanted an excuse to fuck you.”

Ryker didn’t want to admit that his intentions were the same. “That’s why you went with my plan.”

“You came up with that plan because you wanted to fuck me.”

“Yeah.”

“Can we do it again?”

Ryker rolled his hips forward once, twice. “Yeah, I think I can go again. But I need a drink, and you do too.”

He reached for Cecil’s bindings, untying the knot that kept his arms together. Cecil looked at him, his face and chest flushed pink with exhilaration. Ryker wanted, then, to kiss him. He didn’t – but he thought about it for a moment, about reaching down and brushing those brown locks away to pepper kisses all over Cecil’s forehead…

Ryker felt sick.

“I’m going to – uh, get some water,” he coughed, scrambling off the bed. “You should… rest. I’ll bring you a cup and then help you to the bathroom.”

Ryker stepped into the hallway before Cecil had a chance to respond. The cups were still in the top cupboard. Somehow, they made him feel more guilty. He didn’t want to acknowledge his feelings for his ex-boyfriend’s little brother, but they were there. Ryker had ignored it for so long, and yet, here he was, half-naked in the kitchen where Martin took his virginity, minutes after he’d screwed Cecil senseless.

Was that fucked up? Ryker didn’t know.

Ryker returned to The Room with a glass of water for Cecil, and he watched as Cecil drank it all down. Cecil let the water spill over his chin and onto his collarbone, winking at Ryker as he chugged it down.

“Brat,” Ryker said, mirth evident in his tone.

“Put me in my place, oh wonderful chosen one,” Cecil grinned. 

Ryker pushed him against the sheets, nudging a thigh between Cecil’s legs. For some reason, the situation made his chest flutter. He stared at Cecil’s pursed lips, a strange tingle in his own. Cecil cupped Ryker’s face with his pale hands, his lips quirking into a smile. His blue eyes fluttered shut. Ryker wondered if it was an invitation, but he was already leaning forward.

When their lips met, Ryker’s worries slid away like sand.