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consensual. mob as in random people, and not really people he knows. kyle's guilty pleasure is that he goes up to a group of random guys in the club/bar and flirt with them and gets them to all fuck him simultaneously. thrill of being fucked and at the mercy of strangers, who're laughing at him, toying with him basically. he blacks out and wakes up in a random fuck place and goes home limping but satsified.

An attempt was made, but I hope this makes sense bc I have a migraine.

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The atmosphere was. Uncertain. Tinged with danger. Granted, Kyle was being incredibly fucking stupid right now. He felt that knowledge in him, and a smirk hit his face. Incredibly fucking stupid. His life was so rigid, so planned out, so unbelievably perfect on the surface of it that sometimes he felt as though the strain of holding it all together would rupture him. And when the strain of being so precise and so measured began to weigh too heavily, when he could feel himself about to burst, there was one solution. One emergency stop that would let all of that float away into an ephemeral nothing. And that was to surrender, to let go, to throw himself onto the whims of fate and let whatever happened happened. Find some people, and just submit, just let himself be used however they wanted, taste the danger and the flush of being completely at the mercy of people who didn’t give a fuck about him, wouldn’t ask if it was too much, just wanted to get off. It was his little secret. And he’d managed to keep it as such thus far. Kyle didn’t do anything by half-measures. When he felt that urge to be dominated, to let someone else decide, let someone else feel the strain and the responsibility, he wanted it to be as real as possible.

Which was how he ended up here. Hovering in the doorway of a strange apartment, a gaggle of total strangers huddling around him as the owner of the apartment fiddled with the key. He hadn’t had a plan for tonight. He never did when he got this urge. He just marched into the club and scouted. He was fairly certain that the group he’d assembled tonight were strangers to each other as well as him, but his gift for bluntness and directness had some advantages to it. In his personal relationships, it generally annoyed people. In a club, with the pulsing music thrumming, the heat of human bodies pressing together and the whisper of indiscretion hanging in the air, it made him a fucking king. He could search the room, scout for men who looked clean and reasonably attractive, approach and outright ask who wanted their dick sucked. He always got a thrill, sidling his finger over the rim of the glass as an enthusiastic yes bloomed in the stranger’s eyes, only to see realisation wash over them as he’d say “Good. Lets go find some more. Just you isn’t going to do it.” And beckoned them to follow. Sometimes they didn’t follow. That didn’t happen very often. But tonight, he’d selected his group, and now it was time to get into the apartment.

It had taken two taxis to transport all of them there. Scrunched in with a swell of men, he’d kept his gaze firmly on the window as they made awkward smalltalk with each other. He wanted to remain separate. Let them create as united a front as they could without him. It would streamline what he had in mind. He smacked away the groping hands, the light touches on the journey. They weren’t going to get anything until it was time. He wanted them aching, desperately horny, fucking ready to rip him apart, to fall on him like a pack of wolves on a stray lamb. His body was quivering with excited arousal as they neared the place.

Once inside, he felt the series of eyes trained on him. The apartment was pretty nice, cosy. Didn’t give off serial killer vibes. Part of him wouldn’t have cared if it had. That was what this was about. No limits.

“So,” a tall, black-haired man said. “How do we start?”

Kyle exhaled a breath, kneaded his palm against his hip. “It’s up to you guys.”

“Alright,” a sandy-haired shorter guy said, closing in and wrapping a possessive arm around Kyle. He could feel the man’s breath on his neck, and it sent pulses of anticipation rushing through his blood. “You wanna get fucked, right? You really wanna get fucked.”

He nodded, a slow, aroused gesture as the reality of his situation was sinking in. This was it. He was about to lose himself in sheer licentious debauchery, and the excitement hung thicker in his mind than the hardon pressed into his back. Or the growing hardons, and sight of the men surrounding him slowly starting to stroke as their own flushes of anticipation hit them.

“Fucking get to it then.”

Needing no further prodding, Kyle dropped to his knees, unfastened the man and pulled out his cock. Wordlessly, giving it a few pumps, he sank his mouth onto it, feeling the murmur of approval echoing in his own body as his tongue started to swirl and tease at the salty flesh. He could feel the gaze of all of those sets of eyes, burning into him as the performance went on, as though he was auditioning, as though he was pouring every ounce of energy that existed within him into worshipping the cock in his mouth, showing off what was on offer if the rest of them would give him their cocks too. He hummed and murmured around it, gazing momentarily upward to see the shuttered eyes, the faint smile on the strangers face. His knees were starting to twinge, and breathing deeply, he gave a few more pumps.

The shuddered arousal of anticipation was giving way to true need, and his own cock started to strain against the fabric, utterly ignored as he lavished all of his attention on those beads of precum seeping from the dick, pushing his tongue into the slit and teasing its way down the length. He gave an experimental lick to the man’s balls, before trailing his tongue slowly back up the cock, staying to lavish special attention to that ridge of skin. The man wrenched a hand in his scalp, and pushed him deeper onto it, his own impatience radiating off of him. Kyle sighed in happiness as he felt the roughness of the gesture, as the stranger took control and started to fuck his face. He struggled to stay in rhythm, to not be merely carried along as the assault continued unabated. The cock slamming into his mouth pistoned too quickly for him, the hips pumping up against his cheek, the frenetic heat of it as his mouth became just a hole to stick dick into. With a roar, he felt a hot spurt of liquid hit his face, and his hand rose to prod at the wetness. The sound of his own gasping breaths echoed in the air, as the man flung him down, and his face almost hit the ground before he pulled himself back up. He could feel the sweat pooling in his hair. Could only imagine how the rush of blood to his face must look. And his skin was on fire aching, tingling, burning to be touched. It had been a promising start. But still only a start.

2
“Is he a good dicksucker?” he heard a voice filter across. Before he could search the man’s face for confirmation that he indeed was, he was being yanked sharply to his feet, the heat of multiple bodies cocooning him. A hand caught his chin, the fingers digging in hard, and a tongue forced itself into his mouth, the kiss harsh and insistent. He gasped into it, still breathless. He could feel the jacket being slid off of his arms, his belt being ripped from his hips. There were so many hands, wandering, touching, groping, pinching as his skin was bared. He strained to try to see the fate of his clothing as it was stripped off of his body, but went back to the kiss instead. He closed his eyes and sank into it, shivering as the heat of all of those men wafted onto his naked skin, oozing sweat and excitement and anticipation.

“Kinda gay kissing him,” one of the men said. “That mouth’s had a dick in it.”

He moaned into the stranger’s mouth, and a full-body shudder echoed through him, hearing it described as that mouth, that instrument, that thing to jack off into. He felt himself melt away, a lifetime of stress and anxiety and giving a fuck suddenly disappeared. Parting from the kiss, he accepted it as another hand gripped his hair, and he was faced with another man, green-eyed like himself.

“You want some more dick?” the voice caressed at his ear, and he nodded weakly, too aroused to form words. “That’s good because you’re gonna get some. You’re gonna get more dick than you fucking bargained for.” His head was yanked sharply and he was pulled lengthways. His mouth pulled onto another cock, as he battled and failed to suppress the moan racing through him at such a promise. The series of hands continued to wander across his legs and his chest and his ass as he began lapping and suckling at the new cock. He felt the chill as his pants were slid down his legs, and then squeaked around the cock in his mouth as a finger was sharply inserted into him with no lubrication. The man whose cock he was sucking lazily slapped at his face, before the fingers reentwined themselves in his hair and held him there, choking and spluttering, on cock. He slathered his tongue on the flesh, pouring his energy into worshipping it, smaller and fatter than the previous, with the musk of stale sweat overlaying the salty taste. He could feel a pair of hands grip him by the hips, manouevering him to best display his ass, and another pair of hands appreciatively run up and down the crevice. The squirt of something cold hit his hole, and then he groaned in desperate appreciation as he felt another cock force itself inside him with little preparation or care. God, this was exactly what he wanted. To become a thing, an object that existed to get fucked. A thing entirely separate from Kyle Broflovski, a thing that could stop thinking for once and just feel.

“Fuck,” a voice echoed across his shoulder. “He’s so fucking tight. It’s like he’s gonna squeeze my dick off.”

“If he does, don’t leave it in there,” a lighter voice, albeit shaky with arousal cut through. “You’re not wrecking my fucking turn.”

His aching tongue was granted some respite as the sounds of pleasure erupted from his lips entirely involuntarily, the harsh burn of the cock forcing itself into his ass bringing with it a desperate ache that seeped into all of his hidden contours and flushed them out. The blissful murmurs emerging from his throat rang in his own ears, serenaded by the noises coming from the others.

“He fucking loves it. Goddamn, what a little cumbucket.”

“Look at that. He’s devouring that dick dude.”

“What a fucking whore.”

He took a breath, let the momentum carry him along as the gasping and grunting of the stranger fucking his face washed over over him, melding with his own sighs of gratification. By now, his own dick was painfully hard and leaking furiously. And as one stranger fucked his ass, and another his mouth, he lifted a hand, tenuously, finding himself wavering in balance, as he grasped himself and slid his fingers up and down his own length. He almost bounced in place from the jolt of stimulation that diffused from his groin up his chest to his nipples, and then spread. As it hit his head, he felt his eyes roll back. He was so close. His first orgasm of the night.

And then one of the men grabbed at his wrist, and forced his hand onto a third cock.

“If you’ve got free hands, you can use them,” the man sneered into his ear. “There’s a lot of us waiting to fuck.”

His palm was already wet from touching himself, and he clumsily started to stroke, letting his own strained desperation seep untouched. He couldn’t see what he was doing, his face was still nestled in pubic hair, and his senses were too fogged. The man using his mouth came with a deep groan. The spurt hit him in the back of the throat, and as he pulled himself off, a cough escaped his lips. He stopped jacking the third man to wipe at the spit.

“I thought you were an experienced cumdumpster,” the man said who’d just come down his throat said with a faint note of disapproval. “Well. You will be after tonight.”

He was spluttering, the intensity of the energy barely giving him space to take a breath. He was still being fucked in the ass, the pounding becoming fiercer and harder in the wake of his fuckup. The man he’d abandoned jacking grabbed at his hair, and he met deep, brown eyes with a faint note of pleading in his own, feeling the itch of tears and snot dotting his face. He just needed the chance to get his breath back before taking a third cock in his mouth. Blinking his moist eyelids, he heard the man behind him shout, and then felt the splash of cum hit him at the base of the spine, barely a moment before another pair of hands grabbed his hips, and another cock slid inside his ass balls-deep, without the struggle from the first, the messy lubrication and cum mixture still swirling around his hole. The brown eyes looking down at him flashed with sympathy, and the stranger grabbed his chin in a vice-grip, and mashed his face up into his groin instead. A trail of precum glistened onto his cheekbones as it was rubbed against his skin, spurting and congealing in his eyebrow. He could feel hot spurts of jizz hit his body at odd angles, spurts from so many different dicks that he couldn’t even fucking see. That liquid marking his skin, branding him, drowning him in the thrill of fucking used like that.

Kyle whined with pleasure as his face was used to masturbate the guy. He leaned into the touch, juddery and unsteady as he was still being thrown with the force of the man fucking him from behind, sending bolts of pleasure shocking its way through his nerves. His own hardon was throbbing more insistently, more needily. It was so fucking loud it was drowning out everything happening around it. The onslaught of the humiliating mess being made of his face, and the deep, embedded pleasure from that special spot deep inside him worked in tandem, sending ragged bolts of ecstasy singing in his blood, and throwing his head back, with a cry, he finally felt himself nearing climax. Departing from his senses, and just basking in the pleasure being dealt into his flesh, the grasping, desperate clenching in his skin crescendoed to a giddy height and as gurgles and moans spilled from his lips, he felt his own orgasm wrack him with shudders of bliss. His body became slack. The cock in front of his face shot against his cheek, and he was pulled upright, pressed against the heated body of the man behind as he cursed and muttered and pumped. He tried to wrap his own arm back around the body holding him. But it was too much effort in the pleasured bliss, and he simply let himself be manipulated.

3
Kyle whined with pleasure as his face was used to masturbate the guy. He leaned into the touch, juddery and unsteady as he was still being thrown with the force of the man fucking him from behind, sending bolts of pleasure shocking its way through his nerves. His own hardon was throbbing more insistently, more needily. It was so fucking loud it was drowning out everything happening around it. The onslaught of the humiliating mess being made of his face, and the deep, embedded pleasure from that special spot deep inside him worked in tandem, sending ragged bolts of ecstasy singing in his blood, and throwing his head back, with a cry, he finally felt himself nearing climax. Departing from his senses, and just basking in the pleasure being dealt into his flesh, the grasping, desperate clenching in his skin crescendoed to a giddy height and as gurgles and moans spilled from his lips, he felt his own orgasm wrack him with shudders of bliss. His body became slack. The cock in front of his face shot against his cheek, and he was pulled upright, pressed against the heated body of the man behind as he cursed and muttered and pumped. He tried to wrap his own arm back around the body holding him. But it was too much effort in the pleasured bliss, and he simply let himself be manipulated.

“You like that?” the man said as he pumped his hips into Kyle, his hands trailing along Kyle’s chest, pinching and twisting his nipples, adding a frisson of pain to the pleasure. “Your ass is gonna drink up every drop of my cum, you greedy fucking bitch.” The aftershocks of his own orgasm were too powerful for him to even think of formulating a reply. He simply rolled his head back into the crook of the man’s shoulder as he felt the cock inside him soften and plop out. His elbow stung as it collided with the floor as he was thrown down. He lay face-first, an arm cradling his head as he was wracked with pained breaths.

“He looks done,” one of them said.

There was a scoff, as he was harshly flipped around onto his back. “Fuck that,” the voice said as his legs were lifted and hoisted, bending him back uncomfortably far back. The obscenity of being opened up and stretched so wide, being put on display as an object of lust flooded him with a fresh bloom of arousal. The helplessness made him feel it anew, though he hadn’t yet regained the strength to fully participate. “Doesn’t look very done to me. You’re not done. Are you, slut?”

He whined aloud as those words hit him. And though his body was aching, burning, ragged, a loose collection of joints and sinews barely holding together, the promise of being used so thoroughly, being a sex toy for these strangers to get off with, being fucked with no care for his own pleasure was so fucking hot and so fucking right, he felt that surge stir him on to gasp one of the few statements he’d made since this experience had begun. “More. Please.”

A bitter chuckle tingled in his senses as it echoed from the man in front of him. “Oh,” he boomed. “There’s plenty more where that came from.” He whined a whine of needy arousal as his thighs were singed from the strain on them in this position. God. Yes. Being fucking moved around and manipulated, throwing himself off of the precipice and not caring where he landed. Letting it all fucking just go. He gasped and moaned, writhing and bucking against the ground as another dick pushed its way in. His nerves were warmed over with the aftereffects of his last orgasm, and that sensation made it all the hotter. They could keep him coming for hours, all night, all fucking week, however fucking long it took until they were all done. Wrench orgasm after orgasm out of him, wring his body for every scrap of pleasure it could stand, make him cum until it hurt, until he couldn’t stand it anymore, until there was nothing left. His back arched as his mind was clouded by those filthy images, and the guy fucking his ass slammed in hard.

“Damn,” a reedier voice said. “We’ve hit cumdumpster payload. So fucking desperate.”

His vision was stuttering in and out, receiving snapshots of men, just men, crowding him, sticking their dicks in him, slapping him, spraying him with cum. He lay back, regal and serene, feeling the ache as he was fucked into the floor, as his body was used, as he was overwhelmed with the heat of it. The groans and gurgles of the men, the splashing against his skin, the dirty abandon of the entire fucking thing. His own voice rang out above the din, and Oh God his legs were hurting and that was so fucking good, and there was even a twinge in his lower back. And that was even better. His teeth grazed sharply against an inflamed tongue, feeling the gratifying pain of a tongue that had been too busy, that had been granted no respite, that had been used again and again with no softness or gentleness. Because it didn’t matter, because they didn’t care. He was hard again, and it barely made a difference because every atom that constituted his body was groaning with filth and desperation. And pleasure. So much pleasure from so much abandon. He cried out again as his body convulsed with the force of it, and then fell back, heaving for breath. He felt unleashed, and wild, and in a frenzied urgency to seek out more, to greedily swallow down whatever was on offer; whatever was going to happen next. He needed it so much. It burned in him.

His legs were slapped sharply apart, and he clambered to spread them. He could feel a pair of hands yanking at his ass, pulling the cheeks apart, and he gasped at the feeling as a cluster of fingers shoved their way inside. The pleasure was dull, blunted, before they sharply shoved their way in, forcing themselves against that spot that sent a tingling burst racing through him yet again.

He could feel the room starting to sway, as he was pulled ass out, and then the new entrance burned even more severely than the previous, as though his walls were being prised apart, torn apart. A groan escaped from his lips, sending shivers through the man in his mouth. And he turned his head, eager to see the reason for the new intensity, and felt himself flutter and twitch as he witnessed two men pushing their way inside him at once. God. Yes. That. Finally. He was too fucked out, too lost to pleasure to describe to himself what the thought of that did to him, but he luxuriated in the pleasure and the pain as he was stuffed full. He was soaring, floating, the ache in his joints and the unceasing, uncompromising pleasure rushing through him, building on itself, creating a new entity and leaving every other thought, every flicker of his existence, everything that had ever made him what he was behind.

He outstretched his arms, searching for more of this, more of this pleasure that he could give and receive and partake in. His fingers were grabbed and manipulated, wrapping themselves around two more dicks, and he luxuriated in the pulsing throb of the men fucking his hands, grinding and fondling themseles against his grip. With a desperate moan, his fingers uncurled themselves of their own volition. God, his hands had been intended for sports, for crafting communications, for honest salt of the earth work, and now these too were being elevated into things to fuck, and the abandon of that made his heady arousal more wild. As his eyes turned to the ceiling, he was met with a new face, peering down at him. He couldn’t begin to imagine how he must look now, so fucked out, red and panting, oozing cum splashed across his cheekbone and sticking, hair stuck to his face, throwing his head back with agonised gurgles of sheer, filthy indulgence as the constant slamming against his prostate sent shivers of ecstatic, renewed bliss echoing through him. He could only guess that he would look completely unrecognisable, that the old him had been stripped from his body and left in a heap with the rest of his clothes.

He was too insensible to register it, as the new man clambered awkwardly over him, feet planted either side of his head. Coming to rest on a seated position on his chest, the new stranger grinned a dazzling grin, and awkwardly angled himself so that he could feed his cock into Kyle’s mouth. Kyle felt his lips, puffy and sore against the new dick. He groaned. His jaw was aching, screaming out for respite, and the difficult angle made his neck hurt. Though he was loose and slack, letting his face be fucked again, the twinges in his jaw cried out, bursting against the shards of pleasure from the rough fucking singing its way through his lower body. His legs were contorted at wild angles as the stranger slammed into him. His eyes were burning, as the shortness of breath hit him, coupled with the cock pushing its way into his throat, and the ache in his jaw cried out against the new arrival. The two slamming into his ass gripping into his hips tight enough to bruise, and He could feel himself, leaking just as hard as the first time, his own cock bobbing against his stomach, threatening to splash more of its own cum. He felt utterly coated by now, by sweat and by cum and by delicious, desirous immorality, and by the ache in his joints, that slow, searing wonderful ache and the sharpness of the uncaring thrusting layering fresh burns on the old and by pleasure. If anxiety or guilt or stress were to come knocking now, he would feel nothing about turning them away. There was no space left in his body for any of that. He was too filled up with cock.

4
He wheedled at the thought, the reflection offering a brief respite from the kaleidoscope of sensations reverberating in his body. That telltale burst of building sensation was growing, as his nerves and veins fell away, surrendered entirely to bliss. The feeling rose, spread throughout him, and he was faintly aware of his own gurgled wails. He felt his own cum splash more warmly than that of the strangers had. The prodding at pleasure didn’t cease with his orgasm, didn’t take it into account as the men fucking him simply kept going at their own pace, assaulting him with new waves of pleasure before the old had had a chance to subside. He thought a new man was fucking his mouth by now, but truth was, he didn’t even know. Or care. Just as these men were using him, he was using them, and if they could keep this pleasure going, it didn’t fucking matter who was doing what to him or where he was or any of it. His throat was wrapped around a throbbing dick, and he felt it convulse as it shot, hitting him in the back of the throat. As it was ripped out, he gasped a deep gasp of relief, feeling the oxygen flooding back into his veins, returning the sharpness and clarity that had been slowly ebbing away. His knees grazed the carpet as he was roughly turned over, ready for another round. He dug his fingernails into the carpet, in a bid to ground himself, to feel present and not simply thrown about.

As he was pulled upright, and his mouth was spread wide by two cocks pressed together, he wailed around them as a warm, wet cavern closed in over his own dick. There was a tongue, swirling and teasing at the too-sensitive flesh, and he hissed as it sent shockwaves of stinging pleasure sputtering through him.

“He likes sucking dick and getting fucked. Doesn’t seem to like us returning the favour.”

“Hey. I’ve got no problem with that. Do you wanna go back to us ignoring your cock, cumdumpster?” the question coming with a sharp twist in his hair.

For the first time tonight, he considered calling it. His nerves were wrung out, burned out from too much pleasure, and the merciless teasing, the forcing of yet more was starting to hurt. Tears were pricking at his eyes as he dully and feebly tried to swipe his own tongue against the flesh in his mouth. He moaned a long, deep moan as the cocks in his ass massaged him, and resolved to keep going anyway. This was what he’d wanted. This was why he’d done this. He’d wanted to be led along, to surrender completely, to take whatever he was given, whether pleasure or pain and being pushed to the extent that one was indistinguishable from the other was simply hovering at a new precipice. The pained pleasure burned throughout his body, took him to new heights, and he could hear the sighs and coos he was making. With a grunt, he shook his head, and mustered what strength was left in him to clumsily service the dicks in his mouth.

His strength was lessened by now, and he lapped lazily, feeling like a ghost of a person still encased in body. His hands were now clinging to two pairs of sweaty thighs, his grip desperately tight in a bid to keep himself upright. The pat to his head was almost gentle as a fresh spurt of cum hit his lip, and filled with a fresh exuberance, he placed a slow, meandering kiss to the tip of the cock in his face. His body was still being wracked with floods as the two cocks inside him battered at that spot, and he was faintly aware that he’d become hard again. He let his head drop as the ceaseless assault continued, basking in the rays of bliss and simply waiting for whoever else might want to come and use him. By now, his voice was strained, rasping, shrill from the extent of the crying out he’d done, and his throat was sore. His entire body was sore. Sore, and so well-used, and still not done. He was in this until the end.

His hair was sharply yanked up, as three of them stood before him, studying his face. Something about their expressions made him feel more naked and vulnerable than he had so far this entire night. Through his hazy, cumsticky vision, they seemed to be swooping in and out of reality. He gasped as a deep splash layered itself up his back, as the two men behind him came together. Then he tried to ground himself on hesitant, unsteady knees, feeling a wave of bone-deep tiredness racing through him.

“Hey man,” the tallest said, extending a hand gently to rest on his shoulder, and tightening its grip as though it was hoisting him up. “You okay?”

He exhaled, and nodded deeply, too tired and too fucked out to form sentences.

“Maybe that’s enough,” the black-haired man said. “Fucking looks like he’s going to pass out.”

At those words, Kyle flung himself forward, and clung to the silent man’s shins. “Keep. Going,” he said in a reedy, pained voice.

“You sure?” the black-haired man said.

“Keep going,” Kyle repeated, nuzzling his face against the hair leg, feeling the sting and burn of his own beard scraping so pleasantly against the skin.

“What a crazy fucking bitch,” the second man laughed.

“You that desperate for dick, you’ll fucking kill yourself for it?”

The men were laughing at him, delighting in his depravity, and that almost brought him back to the moment. His body sauntered downward, hit the floor, and a smile curled at his lip as he was pulled onto his back and his legs bent painfully far back yet again. His eyes wandered to the ceiling, as another cock invaded his body, ah but one alone wasn’t enough anymore. He was aware of two more men joining their fellow, spreading him open, and as that hazy pleasure glowed in his body with the roughness of being speared open, he became aware he’d been saying “More of you, more of you, more of you, more of you, more of you.” His cock was no longer erect; had become soft and was flopping against his chest as he was fucked again, but God it didn’t matter. His limbs were loose, he had no strength to fight back if he’d wanted to, and that was exactly the place he wanted to be.

He cried and whined as the fucking continued, his eyes closed and he surrendered his vision, willed his other senses to blot themselves out and leave him only with this pleasure of being used like this by total fucking strangers. He didn’t have the strength anymore to fuck back, and that knowledge nested in him like a cleansing blast. He was about to go. He knew that he was about to lose himself completely, and that the group would go on fucking him anyway, and that was so fucking hot, so fucking hot to imagine himself literally being thrown about, a doll, a toy. It was only a disappointment that he wouldn’t be there to witness the end, but God, he was feeling it, he was here and it was happening, and spreading and burning in his nerves was the strength of his final orgasm, the big one, the all-encompassing one. With a final, desperate shout of a moan, he felt his toes curl and his cock spurt nothing and his senses blast so white-hot they burned out and his body fell slack and it went dark.

When he awoke, he was instantly hit with the pain. His head ached. His joints were crying out on frayed hinges. As he tossed the blanket off of himself, he beheld his naked body, festooned with purple bruises he had completely missed the onset of. He blinked deeply, feeling the crusting of dried cum come apart in his eyelid. Raising a hand to wipe at it, he swore lightly, feeling the heat in his exhausted joints. Dawn was approaching, and with it, a golden glow.

He sighed deeply, feeling the glimmer of satisfaction spread through him, warm and bracing. As he pushed himself off of the couch, he drank in his own gratified breaths, delighting in the delicious memories. And the marks on his body that would be a souvenir only for him. At least until the next time. The next time he felt himself spinning and knew that his body was aching to be used again.

Quickly, he tugged the blanket tight around himself as a presence entered the room. It was the black-haired man from yesterday, seeming smaller, less imposing and frankly less impressive now that he didn’t have an aching cock pointed in Kyle’s direction. The contrast was almost humorous.

“Hi,” the stranger said. “So. I’m Mark. This is my apartment. You can use the shower if you want?”

“Hey,” Kyle said. “I think I’m just gonna go? But. Thanks. For last night. It was really great.”

“Okay,” Mark said. “See you around? Uh. Your clothes are over there,” he said, pointed to a folded up pile in the corner.

“Awesome,” Kyle said.

Ok that's all, bye

ahhhhhh not OP but thank you so much for this! you did NOT hold back

Thank you! I am dedicated to Kyle getting all the dick he wants so it was nothing

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