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Sō Nakamura had made the order months ago, as a treat to himself.
The business quarter was closing in, and his generous projections had not only come true but had spiked even further, and business in the company was booming. Not only had he received emails from higher-ups complimenting his hard work and dedication, but even phone calls and visits to his humble corner office.
The sprawling view of the skyline through the huge bay windows had to be nothing compared to the views from the offices twenty stories higher than he was, but Sō was happy to entertain with tea and coffee, making small talk with men who made figures even larger than his.
Sō certainly wasn’t hurting for himself--most of his silk to linen suits were tailored and expensive enough to make the other businessmen on his floor blush and fumble with their checkbooks. He had a local Brownstone that he tended to work out of, a modest couple of acres outside the city when he needed to get away from the pollution, as well as a large enough budget for several vacations throughout the year when he truly needed a get away.
Sō dedicated his time and energy to his company, and he prospered because of it.
And therefore, he justified the purchase from the exclusive company.
It was like buying an expensive cheese--browsing the website’s denied and desperate boytoys.
The company covered a vast range of interests.
Some of the boys were allowed to edge, some were allowed to take toys in their holes and just weren’t allowed to cum. Some were fed aphrodisiacs and some weren’t. Some were kept caged, some were kept completely on no touch.
All of it fluctuated the price.
Sō indulged.
He ordered an adorable little boy who’s Before picture looked like it was taken from a college registry. Pale skin, messy brown hair, and a smile that caused a dimple on his left cheek to appear like a secret. He was easy on the eyes, for sure, but that wasn’t why Sō chose him.
The boy--Kien Gay--labeled as trans in his file, had apparently been on testosterone for three years before the company had . . . acquired him. His top surgery scars had completely healed, and he was completely healthy otherwise.
Kien was a more expensive option on the website, mostly because of how long he had been at the company.
He had originally been listed to “age” for two years, kept on no touch with his desperate hungry pussy locked in a chastity belt. He was pumped full of aphrodisiacs and testosterone along with the necessary nutrition.
According to the website, he spent most of his days strapped in a small isolation pod, his eyes forced open and wearing noise canceling headphones. He was fed a near constant stream of porn, both visual and auditory. There were even times where he was blindfolded and read erotica--a twisted version of a storytime all to ensure that he would be as frustrated and desperate as possible.
He was also a unique buy, since most other boys were “raised” on an almost strict diet of denial porn, letting them marinate in their desperation while their brain and everyone around them told them that they didn’t really need to cum, did they?
Kien was started on that, as usual, but when his due date arrived and no one had purchased him, his care had become a bit more experimental.
Instead of just denial porn, he was given porn that taunted him with orgasms that he wasn’t having. Overstimulation, sloppy oral sex, vibrators and pumps applied to clits just like his, showing him exactly what he was missing out on.
Whenever he was scheduled to sleep, whispering, mocking voices stayed in his ear, telling him that he just wasn’t desperate enough if he couldn’t make himself cum completely untouched. And now, it had been three years later, kept perpetually untouched but teased and tormented every moment of his life--a total of five years including the original two he had spent at the company.
Sō had no idea what that did to a person’s psyche, but the boys weren’t being purchased for their ability to make conversation.
Sō certainly wasn’t.
He licked his lips and swallowed the flood of drool in his mouth as he imagined just how sweet and desperate the boy would taste when Sō finally uncovered his cunt and sucked his fat, bulging clit into his mouth.
Would he squirt immediately? Or would Sō get the pleasure of driving the boy up the wall with pleasure before sending him crashing over the other side?
Did Kien even remember what cumming was? Or was he chasing a ghost of a sensation?
Sō could barely contain his excitement as he completed his order and almost immediately began counting down the days until Kien was listed to be delivered.
Sō cleared his own schedule for a couple days around that calendar week.
He knew he would want to spend the first day with Kien completely, of course, but Sō also gave himself a couple days of spare time, in case he had any other games or ideas to play around with.
He hadn’t decided whether or not he would let the boy have any toys.
In reality, Kien would probably be driven insane just by his mouth, but Sō reasoned that if the boy was still semi-coherent after the first day, maybe he could have a little extra fun.
So he ended up purchasing a high-powered hitachi vibrator, and a vacuum pump not only for Kien’s clit but one large enough to envelope the rest of his gorgeous cunt as well. He held off on buying any penetrative toys, only adding a small buttplug with a cotton rabbit tail bobbing at the end.
He figured Kien would be a desperate little fuckbunny at the end of it all.
And then all that was left to do was wait.
At first, Sō wasn't sure how he was going to concentrate on his work or even manage to sleep in the weeks leading up to Kien's delivery. Eventually though, the lull of work took over his focus and before he realized, his phone was sending him a reminder that the package was going to be delivered and that when he clocked out at the end of the day, he would be heading home for a treat.
His heart kicked up a notch and he sucked in a sharp breath, unable to stop the excited twitch of his cock.
Only a few hours now between himself and his boy.
And then from there, the day seemed to crawl.
Sō was anxious and fidgeting by the time he finished finalizing his last email and sending it out, shutting down his laptop and quickly packing his bags. The train ride back to his stop couldn’t go fast enough, trudging along at its usual pace.
When it finally did pull to Sō’s stop, he had to fight not shove through the crowds to be the first one up the stairs. Luckily, he only lived a couple blocks from the station, and was sliding his key into the front door’s lock less than fifteen minutes later.
A shiver of delight crept down his spine the moment he stepped across the threshold of the door, as if he could sense the difference in the space, and he quickly shrugged off his jacket, hanging it and his briefcase on the rack next to the door.
His housekeeper must’ve moved the box from the entry way up to his office, and Sō could almost guarantee that he wouldn’t be able to keep it in that space if he actually wanted to get work done.
Eventually, he figured that he would move it out to the kitchen, but for now, he just wanted to get it open.
He snagged a sterling silver letter opening, slipping the blade into the thin seam around six inches from the top of the tall, rectangle box. Altogether, the box only came up to his waist, even a little shorter. Sō traced the seam all the way around the box, wiggling it to loosen the tape and then easing it off.
The sight alone was breathtaking.
Kien must’ve been folded into a pretzel in the box, ankles crossed behind his head to make him into a tight little package. He was positioned head down, presumably, because it was just his ass and cunt poking out the top of the box.
He was still wearing the chastity best, the metal gleaming and bright, hiding the desperate cunt behind it.
Sō knew that it wasn’t realistic that Kien had receive absolutely no touching, but the company made it clear that the boys were always sedated when there was hygienic maintenance, and the washcloths were soft and gentle, leaving not even a ghost of a sensation for the boy to wake up to.
Sō also knew that Kien had been sedated before being shipped out and had had the lips of his cunt pumped to make him that much better of a treat to unwrap.
The swollen flesh of his cunt pressing in on either side of his clit probably pulsing with blood and the most sensation Kien had had in literally years. Confusing and disorienting, making him even eager to be opened up and devoured.
Sō found the small envelope taped on the inside of the cover, riffling quickly through a printed receipt, a letter thanking him for his purchase, and promotional material for the upkeep services that the company also offered.
Sō’s fingers wrapped around the small, chilled key at the bottom of it all, and he fished it out, tossing aside everything else.
He dragged his office chair up so he could sit down next to the box. It left him at the perfect height, not too straining on his back but satisfying to lean over.
Sō’s hands were almost shaking as he fit the key into the small opening of the lock, turning until he felt the click and the locking mechanism disengage.
He wasn’t sure if Kien could feel the way the metal got loose, unlocked while he was still conscious for the first time in years. Sō also wasn’t sure how much more restraints Kien had, gagged or blindfolded. The tight, pink furl of his ass twitched, meaning that he was awake and could feel Sō’s fingers.
Sō didn’t know if the box was soundproof.
His fingers hovered over the metal grate, moments before opening a delicious meal, a meal that he had been waiting for for weeks .
That Kien had been waiting years for.
And suddenly Sō felt like he should have been more prepared.
He forced himself to pull away then. He didn’t relock the belt, but let it sit there, and he sat back in his chair, flapping his hands as a way to diffuse his wave of anxious energy.
He stood abruptly, walking a quick circle in his office and then ducking out of the door, hurrying to his kitchen and pouring himself a glass of water. He took a drink and then a calming breath, and then wanted to kick himself for being so hesitant.
He grabbed his usual pair of black lacquer chopsticks and a cotton napkin and then headed back to his office.
The box hadn’t moved. Of course.
The pink blush of Kien’s asshole was still fluttering, like he could feel the cooler air of the office and knew that someone was there.
Sō took his seat again, setting the neatly folded napkin and his pair of chopsticks on the open space next to the ass poking out of the wood. Kien must’ve felt his presence because his ass squeezed tight, fluttering again, and Sō smiled.
He hooked his fingers under the metal plate again, and this time, he didn’t force himself to wait before pulling it away to reveal the glorious mess underneath.
The vacuum pump had pulled enough blood to the area that Kien’s cunt lips were fat and flushed, glistening with his own slick and quivering as the muscles spasmed and twitched. His clit was the perfect little bit at the top, flushed fat with blood but still a pinkish white, almost virginal again since he hadn’t been touched in so long.
Even as Sō watched, the cunt twitched, and a drool of slick oozed out. It dribbled down to Kien’s asshole, and that twitched as well, everything hypersensitive and over-aware of every sensation.
This was probably the first time Kien had felt his belt unlock while he was awake in . . . years , and Sō hummed, his own cock hardening at the thought that just a breeze on this pathetic cunt was a dizzying treat for the boy.
He dragged his hands up and down the slides off the box, tracing over the whorls in the grain just to keep his hands to himself.
He imagined dipping a single finger into the hole in front of him--even that would be mind blowing for the boy. The muscles would be so under-used that they would only spasm around him, unable to squeeze for more stimulation or clench to fight and push him out.
Utterly helpless to Sō’s touching, unable to resist. Sō didn’t want to break the poor boy’s mind immediately, but how long would he truly last if Sō braced two fingers around that clit and squeezed ?
The boy’s mind and his cunt were interchangeable really, with the hundreds of thousands of hours of carefully cultivating each and every thought to constantly revolve around how desperate and denied he was. Like a zen garden that Sō kept in his backyard.
Kien was a programmed machine at this point, fighting to accept his reality that his cunt would forever remain untouched while constantly being pumped full of the notion that maybe, just maybe , he was moments away from even just a breath of fresh air on his quivering cunt lips.
What would happen when Sō went against that programming?
He licked his lips, scooping up his pair of chopsticks and tapping them gently on the wood to even them out.
“Itadakimasu!” he said, unable to stop the old habit as he folded his hands and gave the cunt and ass a little bow.
He couldn’t help it, and this really was a treat.
The chopsticks dipped into the hole first, Sō starting from the bottom and working up. As thin as pencils, even thinner at the tip, they sunk easily into the quivering cunt, and Sō was satisfied with a surprised little moan from the inside of the box.
If Kien was gagged, it only half worked, and even the small intrusion had him twitching in delight.
Sō only sunk the chopsticks in a half an inch, pumping them slowly in and out of the slick, gooey wetness, letting the thick wetness coat the lacquer and start to pool. The spasming of Kien’s cunt audibly squelched, pulsing with desperateness and drooling with an eagerness for Sō’s ministrations.
Sō spread the chopsticks slightly, parting the pink flushed flesh of Kien’s cunt with an easy move.
There was practically a pool of cunt slick collecting in Kien’s hole where the muscles couldn’t manage to push it out while the boy was head-down-ass-up. Sō wondered if he pushed a speculum into the cunt and cranked it open, if he could spoon the delicately sweet slick out with a spoon, like honey.
He imagined it would go wonderfully with a cup of tea.
But that was far in the future--where the idea of inserting something larger than a pencil or a single finger wasn’t enough to make Kein faint from pleasure.
Sō pulled the chopsticks wider, a flood of drool sweeping his mouth as the cunt bloomed open. He wanted the moment to linger, nervous and almost a little scared of finally breaking the moment that Kein had been built up to.
But there was no point in buying a special food you never planned to eat or an item of clothing you never ended up wearing.
Things were meant to be enjoyed. To be used.
Keeping his cunt delicately spread, Sō gripped one of Kein’s ass cheeks tight enough to bruise as he leaned down.
He dragged his tongue over the gushing hole, eyes fluttering closed as the salty-sweet taste burst in his mouth, like a piece of perfectly ripe fruit. The flesh was hot and velvety soft, almost enough to burn Sō’s mouth, but once he had gotten his first taste, he couldn’t pull away.
He drove his tongue into Kein’s cunt, feeling the muscles flutter and spasm in confusion. They were untrained and unused to the intrusion, unable to clench properly to get any more stimulation.
He dragged his way up, moaning as he tried to press his face deeper, get his mouth wider. The chopsticks slipped away and he gripped Kien’s hips with both hands, like a dog latching onto a steak that it was scared would be taken away at a moment’s notice.
When his lips finally wrapped around Kien’s bulging, virgin-white clit, Kien squealed in alarm, the box jolting as every muscle in his body tensed as he fought the torturous touch on his cunt.
Sō just tightened his grip, pulling his lips close.
He sucked hard , pulling in his cheeks enough that they sunk in. His chin was propped just in the entrance of Kien’s cunt, keeping the lips spread just enough, meaning he felt the exact moment that Kien finally came.
The wail from the box was almost inhuman, like the shriek of a wounded animal, and Sō almost wished he could see Kien’s face, because the boy’s mind had to be melting out of his ears at this point.
His cunt squirted, spraying against Sō’s chin and neck and drenching the collar of his shirt, and his clit throbbed hot and desperate on Sō’s tongue, pulsing like it was some creature alive and possessed, a separate being from Kien that had its own will and desire.
Sō didn’t even have to put any effort into working Kien through the mind-breaking waves of pleasure. That wasn’t what Sō had purchased him for.
As soon as he felt the first spray of the boy’s orgasm, he pulled his mouth off Kien’s clit with a pop, immediately diving back into his cunt to force it open on his tongue. He dragged his teeth against the fat cunt lips, nearly suffocating himself as he pressed his face in as deep as his nose and cut off his own air.
He couldn’t stop moaning, sure that the vibrations were traveling into Kien’s cunt as well, but that just made him gush even wetter, even more of him to slurp up.
Sō felt his cheeks and then his chin and neck become soaked as Kien’s cunt pulsed though one rolling orgasm into another. The pleasure dragged over his nerves, instead of culminating in a single peak with the splashing contractions shuddering slowly afterwards, Sō pushed him further and harder.
When he could no longer feel the pool of slick in Kien’s cunt at the tip of his tongue, he just moved back to his clit, latching on with the same tight suction that would make Kien squeal and sob.
Sō couldn’t make out any particular words, unsure if the boy was begging for more or less.
He didn’t care.
On impulse, he turned his head a half inch, catching Kien’s fat clit between his flat molars and giving a tentative squeeze .
Sō winced at the high pitched wail of torture that shrieked from the box. It sounded like someone being tortured, and Sō figured, with a hum, rolling the clit delicately between his teeth, that Kien was being tortured, in a way.
It only took another slight pinch before he was squirting again, and Sō released his clit, once again satisfied that he could slurp up his treat.
Sō had eaten oysters before--they were a typical Valentine’s Day special for most high end restaurants, and Sō had enough prospects that he usually had a date. He actually enjoyed the tart citrus and subtle umami the pops of meat provided as you tipped them into your mouth.
They burst with juice across your tongue, and you were always tempted to tap the last few drops of juice onto your tongue but not so uncouth as to lick the shell clean no matter how fine the ingredients were.
That was what Sō pictured now, except he didn’t have the social pressure of a date or a fancy restaurant with standards to uphold.
With his thumbs, he hooked the fat, slick flesh of Kien’s outer cunt lips and pulled him open. Like cracking open the tough, craggy shell of an oyster. He exposed the pulsing, wet, pink insides, bubbling with slick, almost starting to foam where Sō had been over-eager with his tongue.
And at the top, the pearl of his clit.
It had almost lost its virgin-white blush, throbbing a cherry pink-red from Sō’s mouth alone.
“Fuck,” Sō groaned, swiping his tongue over his teeth and lips to clean them of the slick residue.
He should have tied a napkin around his neck, he realized in retrospect, since the front of his button-down dress shirt was soaked to almost transparent. He couldn’t force himself to stop now though, his stomach almost growling at him. Sō couldn’t imagine eating food after this and being satisfied.
The taste was addicting and he only wanted more .
A guttural groan echoed from the box as Sō pressed his mouth back down, nipping at the ripples of Kien’s cunt lips. Sō wanted to bite . He wanted to chew. Kien’s noises were just as addicting as the taste of his cunt, and Sō wanted to make the boy cry just so he could drink up his tears too.
He pressed his face in until both his nose and his chin were enveloped and he couldn’t breathe. Sō didn’t care. He kept his grip on Kien's hips, closing his eyes and moaning into the boy’s cunt.
He wanted to live between the boy’s thighs forever.
Everything was perfect here, and Sō couldn’t imagine having to go back to his office when he had the perfect little chew toy waiting for him in his office.
He stabbed his tongue down and just held it there, feeling the inexperienced, confused muscles of Kien’s cunt try and fail to clamp down. There was almost a tiredness to it at this point as well. How many times had Sō gotten him to squirt at this point? He hadn’t even been keeping track of it himself and he didn’t really care.
He felt drunk, on some level, heady and delirious, and as the plush, fat lips of Kien’s cunt molded around his nose and jaw and his tongue buried in the tight heat, he giggled to himself. It only took a sharp nip and a few more licks of his tongue over the clit to have Kien squealing and thrashing his way through another orgasm, once again soaking Sō’s face and the front of his shirt.
Sō drank it down like all the others.
He had to pull away if he actually wanted to breathe, and he peeled his fingers away from Kien’s ass, a shiver of thrill tickling down his spine at the speckled dots of bruises already darkening where his fingers had been.
Kien’s cunt also looked so vastly different from the first time Sō had unlocked it.
The blushing pink, almost shy lips that, while forcefully pumped to be more full, were now flushed red with blood, and as Sō dragged his hands over Kien’s thighs, he could feel the heat pouring off of his cunt. He could almost delude himself into thinking he could see the pulse of Kien’s heartbeat, throbbing in his cunt in the boy’s panic.
The clit that had been nestled so perfectly at the top, now flushed a dark red, like a cherry pit rather than the small pencil-eraser-pink it had started as. And Sō didn’t have to delude himself there.
It twitched every couple seconds, like a cock jerking through the last throes of an orgasm and Sō watched, amused for several long moments until, out of curiosity, he scooped up his chopsticks again.
He whipped his mouth on his napkin, having to drag it down his neck to properly dry himself off, before sliding the tips of his chopsticks up between the flushed lips and prying them open.
He cocked his head curiously at the uncoordinated fluttering and spasming of the muscles there. It wasn’t as periodic as the boy’s clit, offbeat and sporadic, and it took Sō a moment to realize just what was going on.
The boy was cumming.
Even as Sō pulled his chopsticks away, took away his touch and just let the boy sit, the twitching continued. Sō tapped the toe of his shoe against the side of the box, cocking his ear and listening for an acknowledgement or a noise from Kien.
But the box was strangely silent, not even a gurgled moan or a grunt.
After a moment, a bubble of slick oozed out from between the lips of Kien’s cunt, trickling down his taint and collecting on the small furl of his ass. Sō hummed, pressing a thumb to that hole and massaging it gently as he prepared to press in.
He leaned forward in his seat, forcing his thumb to pop into Kien’s ass as he traced his other hand around the far side of the outside of the box, searching for a latch or a seam or any release mechanism that would open it up.
The cunt continued its twitching, some constant orgasm wracking it over and over, and as it continued as Sō failed to find the latch, he started to grow more nervous.
Had he broken the cunt? Was it one squirting orgasm too many?
His thumb pulled out of the twitching asshole with a slurp, leaving it just pouting and flushed with blood, as Sō turned and finally readdressed the letter and promotional material he had initially tossed aside.
He licked his lips and the insides of his gums idly as he flipped it open, tasting the residue of Kien’s cunt on the inside of his mouth. He ached to bury his face back in the juicy, gushing folds, but he couldn’t help but worry that he had accidentally done something wrong.
Broken his new toy the moment he had taken it out of its box.
As he read through the long columns of text telling him what deals the company offered and what other products could be sampled, he slipped two fingers into the fluttering cunt, idly pumping them in and out as he chewed his lip and tried to find the answer to his problems.
Finally, he found the instructions that would let him open the box, and Sō sat up, tossing the papers aside as he popped his fingers into his mouth. He slurped them clean, moaning at the fresh taste of the boy’s cunt.
Keeping himself under control, Sō bent over to the bottom of the box, finding the latch that he had been looking for. The box practically fell open as soon as Sō pressed it, much simpler than he had anticipated.
His breath was almost taken away as Kien was finally revealed, so much prettier than Sō had expected. Kien’s pictures didn’t do him justice, and Sō had to hold his shaking hands still as he fumbled to undo the straps holding the boy’s body in the complicated pretzel.
While Kien’s intake pictures had shown the flop of messy brown hair, it had been cut at some point, shaved down into a velvety stubble that Sō ran his fingers over, the sensation making him shiver in delight.
Kien’s face was lax but not from sleep. His eyes were rolled back in his head, eyelids half closed, and his lips were spread wide around a matte black ball gag. The straps were tight but didn’t cut into his cheeks, though Sō could see teeth marks already chewed into the top and bottom.
Crusted spit from frothing at the corners was starting to dry on the gag as well, and streaks of tears that coated his face and had dripped down from the corners of his eyes.
Sō clucked his tongue at the mess, loosening enough of the straps so he could unfold Kien just enough to pull him out of the upside down chair. There was another set of cuffs that kept his hands behind his back that Sō almost left, but Kien was skinny from lack of movement and exercise and even if the boy did fight back, Sō was sure he could overpower him.
Other than that, it was easy to scoop the boy up, collecting his body and limbs easily in his arms and carrying him bridal style out of the office. Sō hadn’t planned for this, but he figured sheets could be replaced and memories made with his new playtoy were more important.
His bedroom was luxurious, Egyptian cotton sheets with thread counts that could be mistaken for the yearly income of a family making just above the poverty line, as luxurious and comfortable as his status of a high ranking businessman deserved. Large bay windows to the east gave the room plenty of natural lighting, but during mid afternoon, it wasn’t as bright as it was in the morning.
Sō didn’t mind, dumping the boy’s body on his bed and arranging his limbs so he had better access to the cunt he was desperate to get his mouth on again. It looked different when it wasn’t pried open with the previous position.
With his legs more closed, the fat, plump lips closed a bit tighter around his clit, wrapping the sensitive nub and no doubt sliding over it and giving it whispers of stimulation. With a quick check, Sō confirmed that Kien was still cumming. The twitching and pulsing hadn’t reduced in intensity. It was as if they were locked in a cramp, unused the the sensations Sō had given and now locked in the cycle of clenching and unclenching over and over as the muscles struggled to understand this new use that had been denied from them for so long.
Sō kicked off his dress shoes, leaving them in a mess at the side of his bed as he crawled onto the mattress and settled between Kien’s legs. He licked his lips, unbuttoning the cuffs on his sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows.
He braced his hands on either side of Kien’s hips, leaning over the prone body so he could strain to reach the latch to the drawer on his side table, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he focused on getting it open. Finally he managed to hook just a fingertip into it and tug it open, snatching up the fat, white, hitachi vibrator from inside.
“Here we go,” he muttered to himself, settling back on his heels as he turned the toy over, looking for the correct buttons.
He clicked it on, the strong pulsing hum of the vibrations immediately filling the room. Sō kept it upright, watching the white plastic turn into a blur with the speed, churning the air above it, groaning in appreciation at what it was going to do to the desperate slut underneath him.
He didn’t even bother turning it off, just spread Kien’s cunt with two fingers to expose his clit again and pressed the hitachi firmly underneath it.
Kien came alive with a squeal, arms flying up and finding the wooden slats of the headboard to latch onto. His legs flailed open, feet slamming down on the mattress on either side of Sō’s knees and bracing hard as his hips pushed upwards in an effort to escape the vibrations.
He looked like a demon had possessed him, straining his back into a painful arch as he howled in an unspoken pleading for Sō to give him mercy.
With the fat head of the hitachi keeping his cunt lips spread, Sō was able to hook his free hand under Kien’s ass, keeping it mouth level as he leaned in again, just in time as Kien doused him in another gushing orgasm.
Sō moaned around the mess, having to squint his eyes against the spray, mouthing at him desperately like a teenage boy getting his first make out session with the only experience he had previously was with his own hand. The hitachi buzzed against his nose, giving him a shadow off a taste of what Kien was experiencing on his previously denied clit.
Whatever drawn-out, unending orgasm he had been experiencing before just became a hundred times more overwhelming as Sō’s mouth now returned with the assault of the vibrator as well. Kien howled and screamed like a dying animal, and then Sō moaned as desperate, clawing hands found his hair and gripped hard.
It made his eyes gush as much as Kien’s cunt, the boy starting to claw and try to yank his head away. The sharp points of pain in his skull just made his cock throb harder. But Sō wasn’t interested in fucking the boy, at least, not yet.
He just wanted to devour that gorgeous cunt over and over until the boy couldn’t even speak.
And from the way he sobbed and babbled mindlessly, hips bucking and toes curling in the sheets, Sō figured he was halfway there.
He jammed the hitachi in a bit tighter, a bit harder, craning his neck to wedge his face in as well. He moaned in delight as he was rewarded with another gush of slick, the salty tang bursting on his tongue and making him drool.
His shirt was certainly ruined at this point, and the sheets around his knees were also starting to dampen as drips of Kien’s slick. It oozed over his tongue and fingers, dripping to the sheets where Sō didn’t have the chance to catch it in his mouth.
It was decadent and wasteful, but Sō couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty over it.
He indulged himself.
Kien’s fingers were still twisted weakly in his hair, the boy’s screams and sobs turned to defeated whimpers and moans. His thighs twitched on either side of Sō’s hair, trying to clench shut to protect himself but the forced arch of his hips pinned him in place.
Sō kept him there, hitachi mashed against his clit and tongue roughly probing the still-convulsing entrance of his cunt until he was rewarded with one last orgasm.
It wasn’t as powerful this time, dribbling weakly down Sō’s chin and making an even bigger mess. And with that, Kien finally went limp.
Sō didn’t have the strength to hold up his hips when his legs fell limp, sliding flat across the mattress instead of bracing. Sō let Kien go flat, pulling the hitachi away and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
He had to drag his mouth all the way to his elbow, and slick still continued to drip in long, dangling strings off his chin. He had to pause to catch his breath, so used to taking sips of oxygen where he could when he had his face buried in Kien’s cunt that it felt weird to breathe without struggling.
The front of his shirt was soaked through, the white fabric made transparent in a stretch from his collar all the way down to where it was tucked into his pants. And his slacks, even though they were a dark grey, were darker at the knees where the soaked sheets hand pooled the slick.
Kien had passed out again, mouth open and tongue out with his eyes rolled back. His scrawny chest rose and fell in steady but shuddering gasps as his body struggled to cope with the exertion. His legs splayed open, like a frog on a dissection table, and Sō hooked two fingers into the equally limp mess of his cunt, smiling in satisfaction when he felt the same, fluttering contractions.
Still cumming.
He licked his fingers clean, tossing the hitachi aside casually as he crawled off the bed and pushed himself to his feet. His knees felt sore and his legs protested the movement at first, joints groaning as they straightened.
He undid the buttons on his ruined shirt, shrugging it off and letting it pool on the floor. He certainly wouldn’t be able to wear it to work ever again, but maybe he could give it to Kien as a gift--a shirt that smelled like his cunt so he could always be reminded of his first time with Sō.
He undid the buckle of his belt, shoving down his pants next and added them to the same pile. He was just pushing his socks off, leaving him in nothing but his light grey boxer briefs, the fabric straining against his hard cock, when he heard a soft moan and the rustle of fabric.
He smiled in delight--Kien really did bounce back like a rubber toy--and turned back to the bed.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said, teasing the fact that Kien kept falling asleep on him as he crawled into bed, this time settling next to the boy.
Kien whimpered, managing to pull his tongue back into his mouth. He didn’t make any other words though, but that didn’t bother Sō in the slightest. His limbs twitched as Sō settled next to him, like he wanted to pull away from the man, but Sō easily collected him in his arms, pulling him into his chest and snuggling him tight.
“No need for that,” he murmured into the sticky, sweaty hollow of Kien’s throat. Underneath the skin, he could feel the soft vibrations from his vocal chords as he whimpered. “I got you now.”
He hooked his chin over Kien’s shoulder, hugging the boy a bit tighter, and letting his hands roam down his chest and sides. Kien let out a soft gasp as Sō’s fingers, once again, dipped lower and slid easily into the slick folds of his cunt.
“Hmmm, there we go,” Sō murmured, grinning as Kien whimpered but leaned into him for comfort. “Look at this desperate little cunt,” he said, slowly pumping his fingers in and out and feeling the tired clenching as Kien’s body pushed itself through wave after wave of pleasure.
He had to be oversensitive at this point, the touching more painful than pleasurable, but Sō had five years to catch up on.
“Don’t you like it?” he teased as Kien’s hips twitched and tried to pull away. “I figured after the time you spent without touching you would be so desperate to get even a breath on this desperate little clitty.”
Kien moaned, and Sō felt the heat of his blush more than he saw it. Still, it was satisfying as the boy’s face became as hot as his cunt, the heat pouring off both body parts.
“Still cumming,” Sō commented, mostly amused by Kien’s body as he pulled his fingers up to frame the throbbing, twitching clit in a V.
Kien sobbed, once again turning his face against Sō’s neck for comfort as his body writhed.
“Do you think it’ll ever stop?” he mused, sliding his fingers up and down and giving Kien something to hump against. “Or is this your new reality? Just like the years you spent not being able to lay a single finger of his desperate cunt?”
Kien was crying softly at his words, nuzzling Sō desperately for comfort as his body continued through contraction after contraction.
“Please,” he gasped, and the word was so quiet that Sō wasn’t sure if he had imagined it or not.
The fact that Kien was even able to speak was enough to impress him, so Sō entertained the boy’s soft begging, humming in consideration as he slipped his fingers back into his cunt and hooking them to find his g spot.
“Yes, my toy?” he said.
Kien whimpered at the pet name, his cunt gushing an extra pulse of slick to show just how much he enjoyed it. “Ple-e-e-ease,” he moaned. “S. . . Stop. Make it stop.”
Sō tutted, pulling his fingers out and slipped them into Kien’s mouth, letting the boy taste just how good his cunt was.
“I can’t,” he said simply. And that was the truth. “Hm? We’ll just have to wait and see how long this lasts. Just like you did when you couldn’t touch your cunt, right? You waited patiently, and now you get to enjoy this wonderful treat.”
Kien whimpered but didn’t protest. Maybe he didn’t have the energy. Maybe he had only been able to manage those few words, dragging together the pink slop of his brain just long enough for one desperate plea.
Either way, Sō returned to his idle fingers, enjoying the soft fluttering clenches of his new cunt.
He decided that he hadn’t broken his toy actually. This was exactly how it was always meant to be.