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Dude squints at the sight in front of him. His hands slide under his sunglasses and scrub at his eyes, making sure he's not just seeing things. He opens them and... nope! Still fucking there.
You gotta be fucking kidding...
“Ah! Dude!”
It's You! You're lying there on one of the plush pink canopy beds that just keeps fucking appearing. Bent over with your ass in the air and your head pressed deep into the duvet. Your face twisted into pleasure; eyes rolling and drool leaving a small stain on the bedding below. Dude's eyes rake over the sight, taking it in and letting his body flutter in reaction, but he's not exactly focused much on you right now. No.
He's mostly looking at Him.
The bastard who keeps showing up and taunting him at every turn in this stupid dream: Other Dude.
He's there, behind you, taking you for himself. Fingers digging deep into your hips as he pounds into you. The weathered hospital gown bunched up over his hips, covering anything visual happening underneath but Dude doesn't need to see to know what's happening. The Bastard's not even watching you writhe under him. His stupid red beady eyes are focused on Dude.
"Oh. Hey there Dude." Other Dude greets him, sounding unaffected by what he's doing to you and voice laced full of humor. The usual shit eating grin plastered on his (handsome) face.
Dude wants to roll his eyes at his voice but that means tearing his eyes away from the scene in front of him. You let out a whine and he feels something stir again.
"About time you showed. I was getting worried you'd miss this!" Other Dude grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging you up to give Dude a better look at your face. Chuckling when you let out a yelp that turns into a moan. Your eyes rolling with pleasure and your cheeks flushed with blush.
Dude's eyes widen and his mouth drops open; his sunglasses sliding down his nose slightly. He quickly has a thought that this might be venturing onto some fucked up kink he doesn't want to think about right now. The thought of someone else taking you (even if that someone else happens to be a subconscious dick bag version of himself) shouldn't be turning him on this much. He quickly dismisses the thought and grimaces.
"So, what's all this about? Trying extra hard now to be me...?" Dude mentally groans at his lame attempt to rib Other Dude. He's a bit too preoccupied staring at you now, watching you whine and thrash and arch and beg and-
Dude swallows, trying to wet his dry mouth. He's hard now, the gown rising a bit in the area.
Other Dude laughs, breath huffing out as he keeps thrusting. "Not at all. Just showing them who The. Real. Dude. Is." He punctuates each word with a thrust, hard and quick. Making your eyes roll again; you face plant back into the bedding when he slips his hand out from your hair. Your screams muffled by the bedding and mattress.
Wet sounds of skin and fluid slapping fill the air and Dude's head goes light. It reminds him of every filthy porno he's ever seen all at one and his fingers twitch, wanting to touch you for himself. Other Dude chuckles smugly again. "Quite a looker you've got, Dear Dude. Shame they like me more."
Dude frowns now. Getting frustrated at the implication. You turn your head; your eyes meet his and you whine. A hand slides across the duvet and you reach for him. "Dude! P-Please...?"
Butterflies swarm in his stomach and he blushes. Even when you're getting fucked in front of him, you still want him. He quickly stomps them out. Nope! No Lovey Dovey Shit right now. He needs to prove something to a certain Bastard.
"Heh. Right. That's why even with your cock in them they're still begging for the Real Deal. Ain't that right, sweetheart?" He glances down at you and your pretty, flushed face. You nod, biting a lip to hold back a moan.
Behind you, a frustrated growl comes, and a gloved hand connects with your ass, hard. You let out a yelp and Dude's eyes widen, taking a few steps towards you.
"Wanna prove something, Dude?" Other asks, fingers gripping your flesh so hard they leave small crescent marks indented. "Then try it. I'll still have them screaming for me while they choke on your cock. I promise."
Dude, never one to back down from a challenge, (especially one this hot and depraved) snickers and nods. "You're on, Asshole."
He steps forward. Taking his position in front of you. Other leans back, slowing his movements, so you can rise on shaky arms to greet Dude. You look destroyed, face running with tears and drool and sweat. Dude smirks, sliding a hand to your cheek. Dude slips a finger under your chin and raises your head slightly to stare at you better.
"Hey there, Beautiful. Ready to put on a show for this prick? Show 'em who you really belong to?"
You swallow, lips parting and breath panting. Excited to finally have him, you nod quickly. He smirks, reaching behind the gown, undoing the ties. Letting it fall into a fabric puddle at his bunny slipper-ed feet. Other Dude laughs loudly, causing Dude to raise an eyebrow.
"That's it? Yeesh! No wonder they've been cock drunk! That's all they have to work with!" Other falls forward, giggling and using you for support. You yelp at the weight and your arms nearly give. "Go on! Tell him! Tell him how small it is!" Other slaps at you playfully, egging you on to degrade and humiliate. You blink at the order, and you hesitate. Turning your head to look at him in question.
You don't get far as he snatches out, grabbing your hair like reigns and pulling you back, forcing you to stare straight ahead at Dude. "Tell him."
You lock with Dude's eyes and swallow again. Voice coming out meek and shaky and quick. Trying to appease your bastard assailant. "It's small!"
Dude hates how his cock twitches at the words, pre-cum leaking from out his tip. Other notices and laughs again, the humiliation building under Dude's skin further. Other Dude drops your head, letting you fall forward again. "Get on with it, we all know I'm winning anyway." Other brags confidently.
Dude rolls his eyes, turning his attention back towards you. You reach up, grabbing his cock, giving it a few teasing pumps before taking it into your mouth. You barely even get adjusted before Other Dude starts fucking you again, thrusting up into you rough and hard. You gasp and moan around Dude's cock, getting pushed onto it deeper. You gag and Dude groans.
Dude takes your hair into his hands like a handle and holds you steady. Fucking your face. Other Dude bucks and grinds and finally, finally, finds the spot to make you roll your eyes and whine. Both Dudes whine at the noise at the same time and their movements sputter.
Dude looks down at you, his sunglasses sliding down his sweat slicked face now. He takes in your appearance again and smirks, realization crossing him. Looking up at the Other, he speaks. "They're close."
Other nods in acknowledgement and his face breaks out into a dark grin. Giggles spill from his throat as he keeps up the pace. Watching your ass jiggle and smack against his hips.
Dude pulls his cock from your throat, stroking himself. "Let me finish on that pretty face, yeah?" His voice, low and gruff, makes you whine.
"Fuck! Dude! I-I'm close!" Your eyes screw shut, and you finish hard against Other’s cock, moaning for your Dude. Other's eyebrows rise, groaning something depraved at the release and he pulls out once you finish. Stroking himself off. Each Dude lets out a groan at your desperate noises and they finish in tandem. Dude painting your face; Other releasing along your lower back.
Other Dude groans and falls backwards onto the bed. His gown falling back down to cover him fully again and his arm comes up to cover his face.
Your arms finally give, and you slump forward into the plush comforter, making sure your face lands sideways to prevent Dude's spent from squishing everywhere. Dude somehow manages to stay upright, head tilted upwards with his eyes screwed shut and face flushed. You're all three huffing for air and coming down.
Dude is the first to break the silence. "I win."
The Other Dude's head snaps upwards. Hand slamming down onto the space next to him, brows twisted with frustration and anger. "No. Way. You didn't feel how they were clenching down around me!"
Dude chuckles and shrugs. "And you couldn't see how they were looking at me. Practically worshiping me."
Other snarls and suddenly rises to his unsteady legs and lunges at Dude, pulling him down to the ground. They roll around and fight, throwing punches at each other, like siblings fighting over a favorite toy. Arguing all the while about who you favored more.
You sigh at the sight and wipe your face with Dude's discarded gown, cleaning yourself up. Grumbling to yourself.
"This dream fucking sucks."