#transman!reader

Abbot kneaded at your outer thigh while you drew up the testosterone. If Robby were over, he would have insisted on drawing it himself even when you insisted on having some control over the process. You carefully cleaned the top of the vial then put the 18 gauge needle on the syringe. After you pulled the plunger down to the right dose and inserted it, drawing the thick oil was simple. So was the switch to a 25 gauge and took a deep breath. You could already feel the needle in your skin. The pinch and drag of it in the muscle. God how you wished your endo had allowed you to do sub-q instead of inter muscular. She insisted that it was a better place to begin though the absorption rates were negligible.

With all the air bubbles pushed out, Abbot cleaned the area. “You ready?” He took the syringe, held it at a 90 degree angle and once you nodded, he used a simple dart motion to get into the muscle. He aspirated it to make sure the needle wasn't in anything important. That part always made you cringe and flap a hand in an attempt at staying calm. 

When the plunger moved down, it pushed deep into muscle. It felt like Abbot was pushing honey into your leg. The ends justified the means. The pain brought you closer to what you wanted. The hot flashes, the sweating, the hunger. It was all normal. Robby and Abbot found it endearing. They gladly talked about all the trouble they got up too when they went through puberty. It made you feel better about the mood swings and the insane horniness that came within hours of a shot.

Abbot pulled the needle out, dropped it into the sharps container while you put the bandaid on over the site. You felt a little light headed as your partner rubbed your shoulder.

“Good job, champ.” Abbot pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe I can try doing it myself next week.” You pushed a laugh through your nose.

You groan as you pull the top of your training suit over your head. Your ribs ache, and you wonder if Kitty actually broke one when she shoved you down in the danger room. It was a rough exercise already, involving a fake battle scenario on a mountainside, and then Kitty had come alone, like she always does and messed everything up for you.

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You were doing fairly well, holding your own, but Kitty had “accidentally” tripped you at the same time she shoved you backwards with her hands, giving you no opportunity to catch yourself. You went down hard, falling about 10 feet and landing on the only slightly cushioned floor of the danger room.

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Kitty hadn’t apologised, of course, just looked down at you with a satisfied grin and told you to get up and return to the fight. It took a long time to catch your breath, and instead of returning, you had slipped into the locker room, giving up your drive to train for the day. Not that you ever wanted to fight by Kitty’s side anyway. She was horrible to you, and you would rather hit her than defend her.

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Not that you’ve ever had the balls to fight back against her. You just take every hit and insult she throws your way. You try not to give her a reaction, because when she notices some tears, or you accidentally whine at her to stop, she just taunts you even worse about it. She loves leaving bruises and marks, telling you that every time you see or feel them, you’ll remember you’re beneath her.

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You know your ribs will ache for a few days, and every time they do, you’ll have to think about Kitty. And that is not what you want at all. You wince as you shove your training shorts down and throw them in your locker, slamming it shut with an angry growl. Kitty was just so frustrating, and you have no idea how to deal with her.

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“Well, someone’s having a bad day.” You jump at her voice, turning quickly as she appears right through the row of lockers behind you.

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“Get out of here.” You try to sound commanding, but it comes out like a weak plea. “You can’t be in here, Kitty.”

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“Yeah?” She raises her eyebrows, walking towards you. You back up until your bare back presses against your locker. “You gonna make me leave?”

You clench your jaw; you’re not about to make her do anything. You shiver as her eyes trail down your bare chest and torso. “Nice boxers.” She snorts, and you cover your crotch, growing embarrassed.

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“Oh, please,” She rolls her eyes, “Not like there’s anything there to cover.”

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“That’s not true.” Your face burns as she grabs your wrists and yanks your hands away from your groin.

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You fight her grip, trying to wrestle control of your arms from her, but she shoves both of them back behind you, phasing your hands into the lockers. “Stop being a little bitch.” She snaps and then smirks. “Or I’ll let go.”

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You stop. Not because you like listening to her. Not because her threatening you made a little tingle of arousal shoot down your spine. Of course not that, you only listen because you don’t want half your arms to become a permanent part of the lockers.

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“That’s what I thought.” Kitty pulls your arms back into the open air and then, without warning, yanks your boxers down to your knees. She smacks your arms back when you immediately try to recover.

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She laughs, and your embarrassment only grows. “Oh yeah, look at that. I’m sure the girls love you. What do you have there? An inch?” You squeeze your legs together, trying to hide your tdick from her.

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“Stop.” Your whine is pathetic, but you don’t care. “Leave me alone.”

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“Aw, what’s wrong? It gets bigger when you’re hard, right? Or…” She looks back up at your eyes and cocks her head, “That is hard, isn’t it?” You shake your head, but she’s right: you can’t admit to yourself that Kitty being mean to you turns you on, but the arousal between your legs is undeniable.

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“What would you even know about dick size, huh? Not like you’re that impressive.” You bite back.

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Kitty smirks and steps back from you. She maintains eye contact as she slowly pulls down her waistband. Her pants and underwear drop to her ankles, and you can’t resist the pull of your eyes down. Your breath catches because, wow.

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You stare at Kitty’s cock. She’s not even hard, half-hard maybe, but her cock still hangs down by her thigh. She’s big, definitely above average, and thick. “That’s what I thought. Never seen a real cock have you?”

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You open your mouth to protest, but can’t find any words to defend yourself. You’re too stuck on her cock. “Totally fried your brain, didn’t I? Do you want to feel it?” She doesn’t wait for your response, just grabs your hand and yanks it to her crotch. Your brain wakes up as your fingers brush her cock.

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You try to pull your hand away, but she snaps. “Touch it.” You keep trying to get out of her grip, but she corrects you with a quick fist to your lip. It’s not that hard; she’s certainly hit you harder, but it still makes your lip hurt, and you’re lucky when you don’t feel any splits in the skin. “Grab my cock, or I’ll hit you again.” She pins you to your locker with a forearm across your throat.

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You can’t listen. Your eyes flick down, watching your hand as you reach out and wrap it around her shaft. Her cock is warm and heavy in your grip. Kitty sighs softly, and her cock twitches in your hand. “Jerk it.”

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You hesitate; this is not the place for this. Anyone could walk through the locker room door at any time. And you don’t want to be caught giving Kitty a handjob. “Jerk me off.” She growls. “I’m sure you know how. Tried to jerk yourself off before, what do you use, huh? Two fingers?”

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You ache at her taunts and squeeze your legs together harder. “Jerk me off or I’ll tell everyone just how little you’re packing, baby boy.” Her words are cruel, and you fight back the tears that threaten to well in your eyes.

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But despite yourself, your hand starts to move. Kitty exhales deeply as you slowly stroke her. “Oh, there you go.” You move your hand down, feeling the tip of her cock, before going back to the base of her shaft. At the base, you feel the press of her balls against the top of your fingers; they’re warm, heavy against you and you think of what it must be like when she cums. Your thoughts swim with the idea of her shooting hot, sticky ropes on you or in you.

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The pressure of her arm against your throat lessens, a reward for your compliance. “You like feeling my cock, don’t you?” She asks, voice dropping an octave, huskier in your ear. You shake your head, mustering your best glare to give her. “Well, maybe you’ll like tasting it more.” She moves away, giving you space and gesturing to the ground.

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“No.” You glare at her. You are not sucking her off her.

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“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kitty says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Did I sound like I was asking? Get on your fucking knees.” She points at the ground with her feet.

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“Kitty, no.” Your voice wavers as her frown deepens.

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“Get on your knees, or I’ll drag you out into the training room and show everyone your pathetic excuse for a dick.” Her tone is deadly serious, and it’s hard to tell if she really means it or if she’s just trying to scare you, but you really don’t want to risk it. Kitty keeps glaring at you as you lower yourself down to your knees between her and the lockers.

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She wastes no time once you’re down; she grabs the back of your head and forces your head forward. You pull back weakly as she shoves your face into her crotch. Her cock is hard against your face, and she literally rubs your nose in it. “Smell that? That’s a real cock.” You don’t risk opening your mouth to call her gross. You’re surrounded by her musky scent, the scent of sweat lingering from training.

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She grabs her cock, lifting it up to slap it on your forehead. She presses her balls against your lips. Your nose is buried in the seam between her cock and sac, practically suffocating you in her. “Lick my nuts.” Kitty orders, one hand jerking her cock on your face and the other holding your head in place. “I know you’re dumb, but you know how to listen. Open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and lick my balls.” She pulls your hair to make her point and gives you a glare that you know contains a threat.

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You open your mouth and slowly stick your tongue out. You cringe at the salty taste of her lingering sweat, but don’t dare pull away from her. You drag your tongue up her sac, before swirling around one side. You lick underneath her balls before going up the other side, fully circling them with your tongue.

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You repeat the action the other way, before moving to lap at the seam between her nuts. Kitty groans above you, her hand moving rapidly on her cock as she jerks off above you. You want to get this over with, want to please her, and you don’t want to admit it, but you find yourself getting lost in it.

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You rest your tongue underneath one of her heavy nuts and wrap your lips around it, sucking softly. “Oh, fuck-” Kitty groans. You suck a few times softly before switching to give the other fair treatment.

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She yanks your head back without warning. You grunt in pain, mouth hanging open, but empty as she pulls you away. You shut it when she angles her cock towards you. She taps her cock on your shut lips, and you feel a wet smear of precum on your lips. Without thinking, you lick your lips, tasting the salty bit of her cum and just brushing the tip of her cock.

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You quickly pull your tongue back and shut your mouth, refusing to allow her access even though you know that’s what she wants. She tells you a second later with a sharp tug of your hair, “Open your fucking mouth.” You shake your head, and her lips curl into a snarl. “Open your mouth and suck my cock or I swear I’ll phase it into your skull.”

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You don’t think she’d do that. Kitty may be a total jerk and bully to you, but you don’t think she’d kill you, which you think phasing her cock into your brain would do. But you don’t want to antagonise her; you just want this nightmare to end. So your lips part, opening slowly to accept the head of her cock.

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She doesn’t take her time shoving her cock inside. Kitty keeps a firm grip on your hair as she thrusts her hips forward, burying half her cock in your mouth. You choke, gagging when the head pushes against the back of your throat.  “Yeah, gag on it.” She groans. You choke again, unable to do anything but what she says as she tries to push her cock deeper.

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Kitty refuses to pull back, even as you slam your palms against her tense thighs, trying to push  her back. “What?” She growls. “Too big for you? Bet you didn’t think cocks could grow this big with the pathetic excuse between your legs. Well, too bad, swallow it, whore.”

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You look up at her with big eyes, silently pleading with her when you know full well your verbal pleas have never had any effect on her before. She stares down at you with a glare. “I said swallow it.” She thrusts her hips forward, trying to push more of her cock into your mouth. “God, you’re useless." She spits and rips your head back, making you cry out at the sharp pain in your scalp.

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You gasp for air as you finally get free of her cock. A string of precum and spit connects your lip to her tip, and you wipe at it. You swallow the excess spit in your mouth before looking up at her. “You’re too rough.” You complain.

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“Aw,” Kitty mocks your pout. “Poor little bitch boy can’t handle a real cock.” You clench your jaw, getting the urge to hit her. Her faux pout shifts into a smirk. “Do it. I dare you.” She reads the desire on your face, knows how badly you want to hit her back. You unclench your fists, letting them hang limp by your side. “That’s what I thought.”

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“I- I have a real cock.” You finally manage to protest.

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“Stand up.” She snaps, smiling as you instantly rise to your feet. She pushes you back, forcing your back against the gym locker. She holds you in place with one arm across your chest and reaches down with the other.

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You squirm as she spreads you open, exposing your swollen clit. “Oh, yeah, you’re a big boy alright.” She mocks. You gasp as she grabs you between her thumb and forefinger. “Oh, and you’re so hard too.” She moves her fingers, stroking you as you whimper and weakly flinch.

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“Let’s compare.” She lets go and moves her hand to grasp her shaft. She slaps her tip against your tdick, smirk widening as you flinch. Kitty moves her hips, rubbing the head of her cock against yours. Her cock dwarfs yours; the head of her cock is as long as your entire length and is much thicker.

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It’s humiliating, but you can’t help but watch with fascination as she rubs against you. Kitty gets distracted as well, especially when you stop struggling. She grinds her cock against you, soft sighs leaving her lips. Your hips start moving on their own, grinding back against her. Humping Kitty’s cock feels so good, you both get lost in the sensation.

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But then you hear a clatter from the danger room and whip your head towards the wall. The locker room door is behind you, separated by multiple rows of lockers, but you suddenly remember that anyone could walk in at any time.

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“Kitty-” You plead. “Someone might come in here.”

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“So?” She rolls her eyes and keeps rubbing her cock against you.

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“I don’t want them to see.” You try to push her back, but she shrugs your hands off.

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“What? Would you be embarrassed having everyone know you’re my little bitch boy?” She smirks at you and grinds against you harder, making you moan softly.

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“Kitty- please.” You try to get her to listen, pushing hard against her shoulders. You catch her just off guard enough to get her to stumble back. She growls and slaps you across the face hard. Tears well in your eyes at the burning pain in your cheek.

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“Just shut up. You are so annoying. Get back down on your knees and suck me off. The faster you finish me off, the less likely it is that someone will walk in here.” She stays back, hands on her hips expectantly.

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“Can’t we go somewhere private?” You’re far past the point of outright telling her no, but that doesn’t mean you want anyone seeing you with her cock in your mouth.

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She cocks her head, and you can see her thinking about it. “Okay, fine. We can stay here, and you can suck me off and hope no one interrupts, or we can go somewhere private, and you can spread those legs and give me some real action.”

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“What?” Your voice is flat; she can’t possibly mean-

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“Let me fuck your cunt.” She clarifies.

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“Kitty…” You shake your head. She can’t. You don’t want her to; at least you think you don’t. But even as you think it, you can feel the arousal growing between your legs, the wetness leaking down to coat your inner thighs.

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“I’m tired of hearing the pathetic way you say my name. Let's try something with a little more respect.” Her grin is evil, and it sends a shiver of fear through you at the same time you feel your clit throb. “So, what’s it gonna be? Do you want Daddy’s dick in your throat or cunt?”

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That’s not really the ultimate; it’s whether you want to risk being caught or spread your legs for Kitty and never live it down. But you get too distracted by her self-assigned title. She is crazy if she thinks you’re going to call her that. Strangely, you feel your desire grow; the thought of her being inside you isn’t unappealing. Her cock is nice; you’re sure it’ll be a stretch to fit, but you doubt she’ll be gentle. But you really don’t want to be caught sucking her off.

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“Privacy, please.” You say softly.

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Kitty smirks. “Ask me.” You bite your lip, refusing. “Do it.” She grabs your jaw. “Say ‘I want you to fuck my bitch boy cunt, Daddy’.” You don’t want to say it, but the longer you stand here, the more likely you are to get caught with your pants down.

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“I-I want you to fuck my bitch boy cunt… Daddy.” It’s a struggle to force the words from your mouth, but you get them out.

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“Come on.” She grabs your arm and drags you forward. You stumble after her, leaving both your underpants in a pile in the middle of the floor. She drags you through the locker room naked, leading you all the way to the showers. She peels back one curtain and practically throws you into the stall.

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Kitty steps in after you and yanks the curtain shut behind her. “All right, spread those legs, pretty boy.” She seems much more cheery at the prospect of fucking you. This isn’t exactly the privacy you had in mind, but it’s better than being wide open in the locker room.

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You face away from her, placing your palms on the shower wall and bending over slightly. You shift your legs apart, trying to create enough space between them for her to get inside you. “Gentle, please.” You say, but refuse to look at her. You hang your head, trying to relax as you feel her thighs press against yours. The weight of her cock rests on top of your ass, and your heart beats a little faster as you feel how high it reaches, imagining how deep inside you it will go.

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“Arch for me.” She orders and grabs your hips, forcing you to tilt them and arch your back, angling your ass out towards her. She’s quiet for a moment, unmoving and then, “Now, say it again. Tell me what you want me to do.”

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It takes you a minute to think about what she wants you to say. “I want you to fuck my bitch boy cunt, Daddy.” You say softly, practically whispering the words. The shower room has a tendency to make things echo, and you don’t want that lingering in the air.

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“Louder.” She barks. “And use some manners. You should have respect when talking to your superiors.”

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“Please fuck my bitch boy cunt, Daddy.” You say louder.

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“Oh, ‘Yana’s gonna love this.” Kitty chuckles behind you. You whip your head around, and your breath catches as you see her phone. It’s in her hand, angled down at where her cock is resting on your ass, but she quickly tilts it up, capturing your shocked expression. You hadn’t even known she had her phone with her.

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“No.” You yell and start to reach for her phone, but Kitty’s faster. She holds it out of your reach and laughs while you struggle.

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“Oh, stop. I’m just going to send it to Illyana. Keep fighting me, and I’ll send it to everyone.” She warns.

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“Please.” You turn away from her, not wanting to give her the chance to get your face on camera again.

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“There!” She chirps happily. “Sent to just Illyana. Take my cock well, and we might keep it that way.” You hear her set her phone down and breathe a sigh of relief. It’s bad enough Illyana and Kitty have a video of you begging for Kitty’s cock; you don’t want them having one of you actually taking it.

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You take slow, deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself for her cock. You know you’re soaked, and you know as Kitty pulls her cock back and angles it to press between your legs, that she won’t hesitate to comment on it. “You want it bad, don’t you, needy boy. Have you ever taken cock before?”

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You bite your lip, refusing to answer her question. “Answer me, so I know whether I’m dealing with a virgin loser or a used-up slut here.” She slaps your ass to punctuate her sentence and grabs your hip when you jolt forward. You still refuse, ignoring her. Why answer when you know either way she’ll taunt you?

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“That’s fine, I’ll just fuck you like a whore anyway.” She presses forward, and you gasp as the head of her cock slips inside you. You support yourself with one hand and drop the other between your legs; it’ll be easier to get you to relax if you touch yourself, but Kitty snatches your wrist before you make contact. “No. The only one who gets to jerk you off is me.” She says the words, but then she doesn’t make any attempt to reach between your legs.

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Kitty puts your hand back against the shower wall and then thrusts forward, sinking more of her cock into you. You groan as she stretches you out. She holds your hips in place with both hands and pauses for a moment before, without warning, she slams her hips all the way forward.

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You choke out a sob at the pain that flashes through you. She’s too deep too fast. You can’t breathe. Kitty groans behind you. “You’re so tight, baby boy.” You whimper softly as she draws her hips back till just the head rests inside you and then slams back forward. You take quick, rapid breaths, unable to catch your breath as she starts fucking into you hard.

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Kitty’s pace is brutal, her hips slamming into yours as she moans. “So fucking good. Why were you keeping this perfect cunt from me? If you had spread your legs for Daddy a little sooner, maybe I would’ve been nicer. But now that I know you’ve been holding out on me, I think you need a punishment.”

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“No, Kit- Daddy.” You are correct, trying to appease her merciful side. If she has one, you haven’t seen it yet, but the hope is there.

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She moans softly, and her thrusts into you falter. “Tell me how good my cock is.” She snaps.

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“So good, Daddy.” You come up with the words in the hopes that it will spare you whatever her punishment entails. “You’re so big, so um thick.”

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“Whose pretty pussy is this?” She groans, your submission and willingness to take her orders turning her on as much as her cock moving in and out of you.

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You want to say yours, but you know what she wants to hear. “Yours, Daddy.”

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“That’s right.” Kitty’s thrusts get rougher, jerkier. “And why is that?”

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“B-Because,” You struggle to think enough to find the words. Every time you open your mouth, she slams her hips forward, and you moan as her cock presses a deep spot inside you.

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“Speak up, whore. Why do I own your pussy?” She growls when you struggle to answer.

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“Because I’m your bitch boy, Daddy.” You manage to choke out. Even without her jerking off your tdick your arousal is at an all-time high. You know just a bit of her playing with you could get you off, and you use the opportunity to try and get it from her. “Can you jerk me off please?”

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“Aw, you want to cum while I fuck you?” Kitty grabs your hair, yanking your head back to pull your back flush against her front. Your bare back is pressed against her shirt, her hips slamming into yours with new ferocity. She wraps one arm across your chest and the other around your waist to hold you in place. “That’s too fucking bad. You’re going to take my load nice and deep inside you and be grateful I was desperate enough to stoop to fucking you.”

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You don’t know why you should be grateful when she was calling your pussy perfect a few moments ago. “Wait-” You gasp, her words suddenly hitting you. “You can’t. You can’t cum in me, Kitty.”

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“Is that what I told you to call me?” She pants in your ear, suddenly freezing with her cock buried balls deep inside you. You breathe hard, horrifying realisation setting in.

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“No, I’m sorry, Daddy. Please. Please don’t.” You whimper.

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Kitty doesn’t respond; she just starts moving again, hammering her hips into you with purpose. You know what the purpose is. She’s going to breed you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. But that doesn’t stop you from trying.

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You thrash, trying to get out of her grip. Kitty huffs and shoves you forward, slamming your face into the shower wall. It’s not hard enough to do any serious damage, but your forehead still knocks painfully against the tile. It makes it hard to think; your thoughts struggle to form, and you can’t focus on anything other than Kitty.

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Kitty’s body pressed against yours. Kitty’s breath ragged on your neck. Kitty’s hips slapping against your ass. Kitty’s cock moving deep inside you. Kitty’s head drops to rest against your shoulder as she groans deeply.

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You know it’s coming even before her cock pulses inside you and she moans. “Gonna take my load, pretty boy. Gotta breed my bitch.” You don’t fight, in fact, your hips press back with a mind of their own, your body practically begging her to cum in you. And Kitty is all too happy to oblige.

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She moans and pants as she buries her cock inside you and humps weakly against your ass. Her cock throbs again, and you flinch as you feel her warmth spread inside you. Her hips twitch with the pulses of her cock, shooting rope after rope of her cum inside you.

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“Nice and full.” She sighs as her cock twitches one last time before she relaxes behind you. “A real nice cumdump you are.” She snorts and eases her cock out of you. You flinch reflectively as you’re left feeling empty, and a drip of Kitty’s cum spills down your leg. She lets you go completely, stepping away.

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You’re lost without her, slumping forward against the wall and slowly sinking down onto the tile floor. You roll onto your butt, sitting with your back against the shower wall and your legs spread on the floor. Kitty’s cum slowly oozes out of you onto the shower floor. Kitty shuffles above you, and you look up blankly at her.

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Her cock has softened, hanging wet against her thigh, but that’s not what catches your attention; it’s her phone. It’s back out, and she’s angling the camera at you. You can’t move, can’t find the strength to protest or defend yourself. You just shut your eyes as Kitty laughs to herself, surely snapping various pictures. You wouldn’t be surprised if she’s getting a close up of her cum dripping from your used pussy.

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“Well,” Kitty says, and you open your eyes to look up. She’s not pointing her phone at you anymore, but she’s looking down at you with a smug, satisfied grin that makes you clench around nothing. “No more holding out on me. I’ll be using that grade A pussy whenever I want from now on, I think.”

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“Wait…” You whine as she starts to leave. “You didn’t… I didn’t cum.”

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“So?” She shrugs like you’re ridiculous for asking. “Don’t think about jerking off either, because if I find out you’ve been touching my pussy, I’ll send those pretty pictures to the entire teaching staff of this school.” You pout at her words. If she’s planning on making you her free-use pet, she could at least make you cum.

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“But maybe if you come by my room later and give me some proper head, I’ll consider playing with that tiny dick of yours enough to get you off.” She looks at you teasingly, knowing she has you even before you nod and mumble an agreement.

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“Good, now get cleaned up; you’re filthy.” She turns the shower knob, and you jump as freezing water starts raining down on you. Kitty disappears through the shower curtain, leaving you alone and soaking wet on the shower floor. You only manage to get up once the freezing water becomes too much to bear.

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You turn the water warmer and try to wash Kitty’s cum out of you. You’re sure she’s enjoying the thought of leaving you like this and the thought of the humiliating task of your cleaning up her mess. That’s not even considering the perfect blackmail material she already has on her phone. As far as you’re concerned, your life is pretty much over.

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Kitty has full power over you, and instead of the looming sense of dread you expect to feel, you feel a fresh wave of arousal. Truthfully, you doubt she’d know if you touched yourself; you’re already scrubbing down there anyway, but you wouldn’t put it past her to be watching you through a wall right now.

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So, you ignore the ache to cum and finish your cleanup. You rush back to your locker, peeking around corners to make sure the coast is clear in your current state. Damn Kitty for making sure you ended up naked and soaked wet in a different room than where she left your clothes.

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It doesn’t get any better when you reach your locker and find the pile of your shorts and underwear gone. “Fuck you, Kitty Pryde.” You sigh in the empty locker room and grab your gym shorts. Thankfully, she left those, but you still have to go commando as you make your way back to your room.

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All Kitty said was “later”, so you let a few hours go by. You try not to think about Kitty, but your thoughts keep turning back to the brunette despite yourself. It’s not until your phone buzzes and her name flashes on your screen that you let yourself really think about her and her cock. You really have no choice because when you open her message, it flashes across the screen.

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There’s no message attached, just a nice dick pic. You want to ignore it, but you vividly remember how her cock felt and the sight of it, even though the phone is enough to get you moving. You barely even think about it, and you’re on the way to Kitty’s room. You don’t bother knocking; just slam her door open and barge in.

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“Well, that was rude.” Not Kitty, says. You swallow thickly as Illyana stands up from Kitty’s desk. “Kitty was just telling me you learned some manners, but maybe she was wrong.”

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You don’t know how much Kitty told her, so you look to her for help. She’s sitting on her bed, phone beside her and pants on. It must have been an old picture; you doubt she took a dick pic with Illyana in the room, or you don’t know their relationship as well as you thought. Kitty doesn’t look at you, just smirks at Illyana and nods towards the door.

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Illyana sighs and shoves past, shoulder knocking into you so hard you almost fall over. As you catch yourself, she mumbles, “Have fun, bitch boy.” You clench your jaw and glare at Kitty. You still had a little hope that Kitty hadn’t actually sent her the video, but Illyana’s smug grin as she shuts the door tells you everything.

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Kitty waits till the door shuts to gesture you over. She doesn’t say anything, just shoves her pants down her hips and kicks them off.

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“Well,” she huffs and stares at you expectantly. You don’t want to make it easy for her, don’t want to crawl over and suck her cock like an obedient slut, but that’s what you’re doing. You crawl on your hands and knees across her bed to kneel between her legs. “Do it fucking right this time, okay? Balls deep in your throat.” She taps the base of her cock for effect. “I want your lips right here.”

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“Fine.” You roll your eyes as you get on your knees and forearms, head hovering over her cock. She must’ve been thinking about it; her cock is rock hard. Or maybe she got worked up talking about you with Illyana; you don’t know, and you don’t care. All you care about is that if you make her cum she said she’ll make you cum.

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“Try again.” Kitty snaps and grabs your jaw. She yanks your head up, forcing you to look at her. You don’t know what she’s looking for, but thankfully she tells you. “Tell me how much you want to suck my cock.”

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“I want to suck your cock. Please, Daddy.” You say, trying to sound convincing.

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“Better.” She nods and releases you. “Suck it.” She leans back against a stack of pillows, locking her fingers behind her head. A silent cue that you’re going to be the one putting in the work this time.

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You don’t want to keep her waiting. You wrap your hand around the base of her cock and angle it up. It’s less salty this time when you wrap your lips around her tip and suck softly. She must have showered and washed off her sweat, but you get a hit of salt as a bit of precum spits into your mouth.

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You part your lips, letting it spill down her shaft rather than swallowing it. Kitty grunts, and you keep your eyes on her groan, not wanting to see her reaction. “You spilt.” She snaps. “Ungrateful whore.”

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“Sorry.” You mumble.

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“You won’t spit out anything I give you ever again.” Kitty orders. You move to take your mouth off her and answer, but she grabs the back of your head, stopping you. “Don’t take your mouth off my cock, nod if you understand me, bitch boy.” You nod with her cock in your mouth. “Now, suck it.”

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She shoves your head down, not trusting you to do a proper job. You don’t want a repeat of earlier, so you try to relax your throat, letting her guide you down. You get further, almost ¾ of the way down, before you gag.

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Kitty moans when you choke. “Oh yeah. Gag on it, pretty boy.” She hums as she pushes you deeper, you choke, but open your throat for her. She jerks her hips up, ramming the last bit of her cock into your throat. Your lips press against her groin, and she coos softly. “You know, you’ve never looked more handsome than right now.”

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You choke and sputter, saliva spilling from your lips onto the base of her shaft and dripping down her balls. It’s impossible to get oxygen, but you try to breathe through your nose. Kitty holds you down until you start getting dizzy, then finally releases you. You yank your head back, coughing and wiping the spit off your lips.

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“I gave you a compliment; say thank you,” Kitty says, keeping her grip on the back of your head.

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“Thank you.” You say hoarsely. “Thank you, Daddy.” You correct without needing her direction. You take her cock back into your mouth on your own terms and bob your head down. You try to push yourself as deep as Kitty did, but you can’t. She makes up for it, though.

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She tightens her grip on the back of your head and thrusts her hips into your mouth. Kitty moans as she fucks your throat, holding your head a couple inches up from the base of her cock so when she fucks up her whole shaft is buried in your throat and when she pulls out only half her length remains in your mouth.

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“Such a good cocksucker,” Kitty whines. You’d tease her about it, but she’d probably slap you again and threaten to expose you to the rest of the X-Men. But she must see it on your face because she pulls your hair and snaps at you. “Look at me.” You move your eyes, looking up at her as she fucks your throat. “Tell me you love my cock.”

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You wait for her to let you off her dick so you can speak, but she doesn’t. Instead, she thrusts her hips up again and holds you in place. You gag softly; your throat has slightly adjusted to her, but it’s still not pleasant to have her fully buried in your mouth. “Say it.”

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“I love your cock, Daddy.” You mumble around her cock. It comes out a jumbled mess, but Kitty smirks anyway. She hums and grabs her phone with her free hand. You try to shake your head, to hide your face, but she holds you in place as she points her camera at you.

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“Say it again. Clearly this time, bitch boy.” She orders.

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You don’t want to. Don’t want to add to the stack of blackmail material she already has on you, but because of the blackmail she already has, you don’t really have a choice. “I love your cock, Daddy.” You try to enunciate, make it clear, even as your face burns in shame.

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“Say ‘thank you for letting me suck your cock, Daddy.’” Kitty says her smile is malicious behind her phone camera, and you’re sure there’s a horrible video of you being made.

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“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Daddy.” You choke out around her shaft; you know your words are barely legible, but Kitty’s grin tells you that she’s still getting what she wants out of you.

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“Beg me to get your throat pregnant.” Kitty doesn’t seem to be running out of material, and you don’t know how long you can stay at the base of her cock. Your gags become more frequent, throat convulsing around her, earning more sighs and moans from the woman you’re deepthroating.

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“Get my throat pregnant, please, Daddy.” You gag.

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“Fuck, pretty boy.” Kitty groans and finally drops her phone. “You want my cum? Want me to cum right down your tight throat.”

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“Please, Daddy.” You beg around her cock.

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Kitty moans, head falling back. She humps against your face erratically, not caring how you choke and gag hard. “You better swallow it all, bitch boy.” You don’t know how she can go from semi-nice comments back to her regular cruel self in such quick succession, but it makes you dizzy.

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Her cock is heavy against your tongue as she moves rapidly in and out of your mouth. You see her abs tense, the muscles tightening as she thrusts her cock into your mouth. Her cock throbs, pulsing once in your mouth before a spurt of cum hits your throat. You choke harder as her cock throbs again and more cum shoots into your throat.

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You don’t dare spit it out, you swallow it down, swallowing around her tip and drawing out her pleasure as your throat tightens around her. She humps your face, shooting rope after rope of cum down your throat. She grunts loudly with every pump and finally relaxes with a sigh, her cock twitching in your mouth as she collapses against the mattress.

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You swallow the excess cum and saliva as her cock softens slightly and Kitty lets you pull off. You wipe your lips and cough, throat sore from the head of her cock. You relax, lying flat on your stomach and resting your cheek on her thigh while you both pant.

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Kitty ignores you for the most part; she turns to her phone and starts tapping at it. You hope she’s not sending Illyana another video, but the smirk on her face and the ding of a notification when she gets a message crush that hope.

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You wait as long as you can, until the ache between your legs is impossible to ignore. “Ki- Daddy.” You say softly, trying to catch her attention. Kitty sighs dramatically and acts like it’s a chore to pull her eyes from her phone screen.

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“What?” She snaps and glares at you like you’ve insulted her.

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“Um- y-you said if I sucked you off, you’d make me cum.” You stumble over the words, feeling awkward asking her to return the favour. You’ve made her cum twice, though; it’s only fair she returns the favour.

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“Yeah? I say a lot of things.” She shrugs and shifts her eyes back to her phone. You clench your jaw, frustration building. You want so badly to reach down and touch yourself, but she told you not to, and you know you certainly won’t get what you want if you go against her wishes. You resort to begging; Kitty’s already seen you humiliated in so many ways- why not dig your grave deeper?

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“Please. Please will you play with my tiny cock, Daddy?” You whine. Kitty doesn’t look at you, but she can’t hide the smirk on her lips. You know you have her attention. “It hurts. I got so hard sucking you.”

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“You like it when I’m mean to you, huh? Practically begging for it, walking around like that.” She mutters.

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“I do.” You’d say anything to get her to touch you right now. “Please, Daddy.”  

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Kitty sighs. “Five minutes.”

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“Hm?” You hum, cocking your head.

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“Give me five minutes, and I’ll jerk that pathetic nub while I fuck you.” She turns back to her phone, ignoring your soft whines as she goes back to ignoring you, making you wait even longer.

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“Are you gonna get hard again?” It’s a reasonable question, you think. She’s cum twice today, once only moments ago. But Kitty does not think it’s reasonable. She turns to you with a glare so sharp you shrink back from her.

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“The fuck did you say to me? You think I can’t get it up?” She snaps and sits up.

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“That’s- uh.” You sit up, sitting back on your knees. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

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“Get off.” She doesn’t wait for you to move; she just shoves you hard off the bed with her foot. “I’m not going to let a disrespectful whore sit on my bed.”

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“No, wait, Daddy.” You plead as your knees hit the rug. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. I know you’ll get hard again.” Kitty slides off the bed and stands beside you, soft cock hanging right in your face. “You’re so virile and strong.” You’re patronising her, and you both know it, but Kitty’s glare softens anyway, so you continue. “I bet you can cum as much as you want, get hard over and over again so you can keep fucking me.”

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“And you want that, do you?” She raises her eyebrows.

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“Yes.” You just want her to make you cum, and she knows it. She could get you to say almost anything right now.

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“Yeah, you do, because you’re a horny little bitch boy, aren’t you?” Kitty’s lips quirk as she stares down at you. You nod slowly. “Say it. Tell me what you are and beg me to jerk you off while I fuck you.”

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“I’m a horny little bitch boy.” Your self-respect is nonexistent at this point. The only thing on your mind is her taking care of the hard tdick between your legs. “Will you please fuck me and jerk me off, Daddy?”

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“Get on the bed.” She snaps her fingers and points back at her bed. You scramble up as she barks further orders. “On your back, legs spread.” You get on your back, spread your legs, and look at her expectantly.

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“Whore.” She shakes her head derisively. “Spreading your legs for me like you were made for it. Because you know this is the only thing you’re good for, don’t you?”

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“That’s not true.” You protest softly as she climbs on the bed. Your eyes flash down between her legs, whimpering softly as you see her cock getting hard again. She’s half hard, cock twitching and thickening as she gets in position between your legs.

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“Shut up.” Kitty slaps the inside of your thigh, and you flinch away at the spark of pain. “Don’t try to deny your purpose.” She scoots forward and slaps her half-hard cock against your groin. “I mean, look at this, your cock just doesn’t compare; clearly you were made for taking it.”

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Kitty ignores you trying to protest and smiles to herself, totally fixated on where her cock rests between your legs. She grabs her shaft and presses her tip against your tdick. She slides it up, playing with the hood. “Gotta show ‘yana this. Hand me my phone.” She snaps her fingers and points beside you on the bed.

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You don’t make any move to grab it. If you do, she’ll just take a picture or video of her cock rubbing against yours and send it to Illyana. “Hand me my phone, bitch boy.” She slaps your other thigh this time, leaving a matching handprint on the other side. You whine softly, but comply, not wanting to get slapped again.

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Kitty snatches her phone from your grip and grins sadistically as she angles her phone down. She holds her phone in one hand as she rubs her cock head against yours with the other hand. Kitty hums, “You like it when I play with your tiny cock, bitch boy.”

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“Yes.” You moan, eyes fluttering in pleasure as she rubs your cocks together. She moves her head side to side, toying with you. “Feels good.”

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“You like feeling a real cock between your legs, huh?” She grunts as her cock grows harder. You nod. “You want a nice big real cock inside you, don’t you?” You nod again, your brain getting fuzzier as pleasure surges through you.

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“Please, Daddy.” You moan and push your hips towards her, begging to be stuffed full of her again.

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Kitty groans and moves her hips. She presses her cock against your entrance, thrusting inside you in one smooth motion. You gasp as she bottoms out inside you and slap your hand against her abs.

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“Move that out of the way,” Kitty growls and knocks your hand away, getting the shot of where her cock is splitting you open. You place your hands at your sides, fisting her sheets to keep from doing something to upset her. It seems to appease her because she reaches down and pinches your tdick between her thumb and forefinger.

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You whine at the sharp pain as she roughly tugs your clit. “Ki-Daddy-” You try to squirm away. “That hurts!”

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“Oh, shut up, bitch boy.” She growls. “Is your tiny cock sensitive?” Kitty faux pouts at you as she roughly jerks your tdick. Your chest heaves, toes curling as she starts thrusting in and out of you as she tortures your sensitive nerves.

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“Please-” You choke out, whining and mewling pathetically as Kitty starts fucking into you harder. At least she gets too distracted to keep filming because she throws her phone onto the mattress and supports herself with her hand to start fucking into you even harder. She doesn’t get too distracted to take it easy on you though because she keeps the other hand between your legs furiously jerking you off.

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It hurts, but you find the pleasure starting to build. Your hips jerk against her; after being denied all day long, you’re so desperate to cum. “Daddy…” You whine.

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“You like it? Getting off on me jerking your pathetic nub while I fuck you with my big cock.” Kitty’s words are stern, but her tone is light, breathy, and you can tell she’s in the midst of pleasure.

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“Yes, Daddy. It feels so good.” You moan and shift your hands to grab her back. You dig your nails into her shirt, feeling her back flex as she fucks you. Kitty groans as your nails bite into her skin, but it only makes her fuck you harder.

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“Whore.” She growls. “My whore. You’re never going to spread these legs for anyone else again, are you?”

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“No, Daddy.” You shake your head. The thought of being Kitty’s forever makes you even more aroused. You buck and arch up against her. “Only for you. This is your pussy.”

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“Oh- fuck.” Kitty grits her teeth, and her cock throbs inside her. It’s a little quick, you know, especially when she just came a few minutes ago, but you’re not going to say a single thing to her about that. “Cum for me, pretty boy.” She groans as her cock pulses inside you.

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When you cum, you cum together. Kitty’s cock throbbing inside you sends you over the edge. She keeps her hand between your legs, jerking you off as she cums inside you. Kitty moans and groans, humping against you as she drains her cock in you. You cum hard, clenching around her cock to milk it of every drop of her cum as your walls contract around her.

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You hump against each other, both riding out your pleasure until Kitty collapses on top of you. She pants, her forehead resting against your shoulder as she catches her breath. Your chests heave against each other as you both come down. Kitty recovers first and slowly eases her cock out of you.

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You wince as she pulls out of your oversensitive cunt and rolls off you. She lies beside you in her bed. You stare at the ceiling, pretending you don’t see her peeking over at you out of the corner of your eye. If you look at her, you’re sure she’ll kick you out.

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“You can stay here until you’re strong enough to move,” Kitty grunts after realising you won’t be turning to look at her. That’s nice, nice by Kitty’s standards. “Then you can get up and wash my sheets; you’re leaking cum all over them, whore.”

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But he's nothing if not about service. So once the pants are off you best believe he's going to work. Legs over his shoulders, hands around your thighs to hold you open, so. much. eye. contact. He lives for the way you look at him as he takes in the scent of your arousal. The steely gray laser-focused on your face, your reactions, any sign of discomfort. Give him some vocal approval so he stops worrying so much.

His tongue is hot and heavy as it parts your folds, dragging slick up to your swollen clit/dick (Alan will call it whatever you want him to) His lips wrap around it and he sucks hard, trying to draw those sounds out of you. If he succeeds you'll see a hint of smugness before he starts this slow process, licking from your hole to your nub, sucking it before going back. You better stop him before he decides to spend an hour just like this. Tell him to go faster, do it like this, something. Give him a direction and he'll follow.

If you think you see his hips rock into the bed no you didnt... He'll distract you from that by sinking his tongue inside and reveling in the taste of you and the noises you make. All these pretty sounds just for him, because of him, he wants to make you scream for him now.

There's defintely going to be a finger or two slipping in once you're wet enough. Working your pussy as he licks and sucks you off. Those damned eyes still not leaving your face. Let him see how you come undone. And if he keeps going even after you've squeezed his fingers half to death he'll continue. His eyes are clouded over and there's a far off look as he keeps fucking going even after one, after two, he crooks his fingers just right and- there's three.

If you don't stop him he's not going to stop himself. Bring your space cadet back up for air with a rough tug to his hair. His face is covered in slick and saliva, panting open mouthed, cheeks flushed, eyes struggling to focus on your face.

When you offer to help him he snaps out of it and looks so embarrassed. There's no need for that. Why? Well clearly his pants are uncomfortably wet now. And if he doesn't go change them it's going to be a gross sticky mess when it starts to dry.

He will still try to lick you clean, and refuse if you try to clean him up. Are you trying to get him riled up enough for round two? Give him a break... oh you are? Well hope you didn't have any plans later. You and Alan are going to be in your room for a whiiiiiiile.

“Ez,” you swallow, grimacing at the taste of morning breath, “what time is it?”

“The hour is not so important, but I wish to start my day, and unfortunately I cannot complete my necessary routines.”

You scrunch up your face, wondering what on this Kevva blasted morning he could possibly need help with.

“It is Tuesday.”

Tuesday?

What’s that-

Ohhh.

“I thought you were using gel patches?”

You push yourself up until you’re sitting, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you finally wake up properly.

“I was, but I found them less effective then I wished for them to be.”

Yawning, you nod along in understanding, shots do tend to work faster. Hell your voice dropped within your first ten.

“I have all the required equipment,” you snort at his most definitely unintentional joke, “I simply need assistance in administering the medicine.”

Again you nod, “Alright, just give me a bit, need to wake up properly.”

Ezra hums, kissing your temple. “I have set up shop in the privy.”

Huffing out a small laugh, you catch his lips with a light peck.

The house you live in is quite nice considering your former employment, his floating and your collection of odd jobs and ends.

On the smaller end, two beds and a bath, and a decently sturdy shed you, Ezra, and Cee all got standing in the back.

They’d made it off of that moon, that verdant hell that you would not hesitate to obliterate, with pockets filled with chunks of Aurelac.

Not so much as to have someone at your beck and call, but enough to find a nice spot to lay down some actual roots, to live comfortably with little worry as to when and where your next meal would be.

“Did you return to Morpheus, firefly?”

“No, just-“ you’re cut off with a yawn, “just smelling the roses.”

Shuffling to the bathroom your met wit a frankly adorable sight.

“So impatient Ez.”

He’s got one foot on the toilet lid, and the other on the space of tile between the two bath mats. Between his teeth is the still packaged needle as he tries to shimmy his waistband beneath the very subtle curve of his ass.

He glares at you, and even if it wasn’t playful, the green and white package between his teeth really removes any possible menace.

You walk in and grab the sealed syringe from his mouth.

“You could have broken this you know.” Placing the needle on the edge of the sink you dig through his kit looking for little alcohol wipes.

“I have more.”

Rolling your eyes you find the box of prep pads and one of the small vials.

“Thats not the point,” you disinfect the vial lid, “you do it once, you do it twice, the next thing you know it’s a habit and you accidentally break your last needle.”

“Do you believe me to be so reckless?”

You don’t dignify that with an answer.

Grabbing another pad you try and find where the thickest part of his butt is.

“Put your foot down, your ass is small enough already, don’t make it harder by flexing.”

“It is not small,” he drops his foot from the toilet lid, “I believe we agreed that it was perky.”

Chuckling you squat right behind him, “No, you said it was perky, I neither agreed or disagreed.”

“Silence is often agreement.”

“True,” you wipe what seems to be the fleshiest part of his butt, “but the cat is neither dead or alive until properly observed.”

He huffs, “Please, focus on the task at hand.”

Giggling, you do just that. Making sure there are no errant bubbles in the prepared solution.

“Okay, ready?”

He shifts his weight to one leg and takes a deep breath.

“Ye-“

He gasps at your sudden jab, but you know it hurts less when you’re unaware.

“Now I recall why I rarely asked for your assistance.”

Standing you find the cap to the needle, “Why? I’m already done.”

He turns and stares at you like a petulant child. “You needn’t be so rushed.”

Giving him a side eye, you smile, “If you want me to touch your butt you can just ask.”

He makes a face before roughly pulling up his sleep pants, “I will be in the shed,” he walks around you, pointedly keeping his stare straight ahead.

Since you’re up now, you begin your own morning routine, and when you finish, you find Ezra has just finished getting properly dressed as well.

“Ez.”

He doesn’t acknowledge you.

“Ezra.”

He roughly yanks up his remaining sock.

“Sunspot,”

His movement falters.

“I’m sorry for poking you.”

He stands up, and takes a deep breath. “Im not mad firefly,” a subtle tension that was beginning to grow in your chest vanishes.

He steps toward you, “I simply prefer a more substantial warning before being penetrated.”

You can’t hold back your snort.

“There he is,” His sole hand rises and cups your cheek, “my light in the dark.”

You bite your lip, attempting to stave off what you know will be an atrociously goofy smile.

“Ah, no,” he grabs your chin, “none of that, let me see the brilliance that is your joy.”

You let your lip go, he smiles right back at you.

“A sight worth more than any measly rock, or exotic spice.” He kisses the tip of your nose.

“Oh, hush, you’re already in my home and my bed.”

His smile grows, his eyes crinkling in delight, “And I hope to stay as long as you’ll have me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “Then prepare to stand with me as the stars go dark.”