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Both Gabe and Quill were the epitome of focus, but for two very different reasons. Gabe was in front of his monitor at his desk, playing with his friends online. He was a tall, well-built cat dressed lazily in a gray hoodie and red sweatpants. His fur was a creamy light brown except where the bottom half of his face turned white. The hair on his head was shaggy and blonde. His eyes were a vibrant blue, though they were currently half closed out of a torpor he had accumulated over the past hour of nothing but gaming. The most he had moved since he sat down was shift into more comfortable positions or get up to go to the bathroom. Everything else were flicks on the mouse and rapid button presses. Occasionally he would speak into the microphone. Other than that, he was nothing but a total loaf.
Quill was on the bed behind him. He was a monkey whose coat was a neon green, covering most of his body except around his hands, feet, belly, and face. He was much more petite than his feline boyfriend, at least by comparison. His body was slim until his hips swelled into a nicely bloated pair of thighs and ass. He was lying on his belly, facing Gabe, not even bothering with the game going on which continued to flicker and dim at random, dashing shadows across the dimly lit room where collectible plushies and a jar of green goop sat on shelves. He’d been sitting there almost as long as Gabe had been, keeping his eyes on the back of his head, wondering when the hell he’d notice him.
That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon even though Quill was all but ass naked. Nothing but an oppressively tight pair of red briefs clung to his hips. A cavernous wedgie had formed inside of his buttocks and the crotch bulged over his manhood impatiently. Gabe acted oblivious to it all, offering no more than the occasional over-the-shoulder glance. Quill had done everything to get his attention, at least to a subtle degree. He’d walked in and out of the room, past Gabe, making sure to toss him a gay flick of his tail or jut of his hips. Every time Quill came back he would be down one less article of clothing, starting with his shirt, then his pants, until now he was just in his skivvies. He knew Gabe was aware of his flamboyant presence, yet his focus remained resolutely on his game. He’d clear his throat and bark something at his friends as though there wasn’t a gay monkey behind him eager for some penetration.
Eventually Quill had had enough. He hopped off of the bed and stood behind Gabe’s chair. His green monkey tail swaying and coiling behind him. His bare hands slid down to his shoulders and came to a rest on his pecs. There he could feel the steady thrum of his heart, gradually becoming more frantic. He lowered his chin to the top of the chair and whispered, “How much longer?” His hands continued their way down his trunk, down into the valley between his thighs.
Gabe leaned forward in his seat, pulling himself out of that lurid embrace. With one paw he batted away Quill’s hands. He clenched his fingers over the microphone. “In a little while,” he said without taking his eyes off the screen.
Quill stood up and pouted. Playing nice wasn’t going to work. It was time to get drastic. He went to the shutter closet doors on Gabe’s right and opened them. None of the outfits hanging in front of him were important. It was the ones on the far right, hidden behind the wall, that Quill was after. He slid the hangers down the rack with a curt jerk, making the many sleeves and pants whip through the air. The sound of metal hangers scraping wood made Gabe jerk and shiver in his seat. Quill reached deeper into the closet and pulled one outfit out from behind the wall. A conniving grin split his face. Oh yeah. This’ll do fine.
Gabe saw him getting dressed just within the blur of his peripheral. Quill lowered something down to his feet and stepped into it one leg at a time. He took off his underwear and replaced them with the bottom. Gabe cut him a curious look. He caught a shimmering black pair of shorts around Quill’s waist, so tight and small that looked more like a bikini bottom. Gabe looked away as soon as he started putting the top on. He felt heat in his cheeks. He’d seen Quill in that get up before. His reaction was dramatic to say the least. He told himself to stay focused on the game. He said something to his mates, though what it was he had no idea. He had to say something in order to keep his mind off of the lewdness that was occurring only a few feet away. Quill saw how well it was working, and kept going. He clasped the top on around his chest. It was a matching color of black. It covered only the barest minimum around his chest, leaving an enormous gap over his smooth belly. A brass zipper ran down its center. Next came the stockings which came just below the bottom swell of his buttocks. Leather belts were tied around their torn-looking openings, sinking into his doughy flesh. Topping the outfit off were matching sleeves and a lone bracelet that tied around the tip of his monkey tail.
Quill put his hand on his hip and thrusted it out to the side. He made sure to give his tail a nice outward flick for Gabe to see. Gabe certainly did. He readjusted his seat and cleared his throat. His face was getting hotter and the first stir was happening within his groin. Quill went back to the closet. Behind the wall, on the floor was their collection of sex toys, standing up proudly on suction cups or laid out reverently. Quill grabbed the closest one, ready to make good use of it. It was a squirt dildo, a pink behemoth modeled in an equine fashion. It was Quill’s go to whenever Gabe wasn’t home. A clear plastic tube ran into the balls and up through the shaft to form a faux urethra. At the other end was a rubber squeeze pump, preloaded with a healthy serving of cum lube. Quill cradled it in his arms like a precious artifact and strode up beside Gabe, on his left. A knot formed in Gabe’s gut and a shiver of delightful anxiety bristled his fur. Quill sat down on the armrest, smothering it with plush monkey cheek. Gabe quickly withdrew his elbow from it and squeezed himself towards the opposite side. His teeth gritted. He had to take a deep breath. He tried saying something to his mates, but all that came out was a weak crackle.
They heard the distress in his voice. “You alright, Gabe?”
“What the hell was that? You OK?”
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m alright.” Gabe insisted once his voice came back. “Just a little… distracted, is all.”
“Tell them what it is distracting you~” Quill said. The dildo was at port arms across his chest, pointing in Gabe’s direction menacingly. One hand slid up and down that burly shaft, down to the hefty rubber balls and up to the flared tip. His other hand, holding the dildo by its suction cup base, also gripped the pump. It compressed beneath his fingers oh so slightly, threatening to unleash the first squirt.
Gabe cut him a very menacing stare. He had half the mind to shove him down to the floor. If only him and that dastardly dildo weren’t so close to his set up, liable to squirt on something precious and expensive, he would’ve. Instead he returned his focus back to the game, bent against the right armrest like a straw, trying to keep his paws glued to the desk and not on the horny monkey right next to him.
Quill squeezed the pump. Pft! A single blip of fake jizz splooted from the dildo’s tip and landed across Gabe’s chest. He jerked away hard, pulling the chair with him and forcing Quill off the side. Fury wrinkled his face. “Aw, come on!” he growled, looking down at the nasty droplets now glistening on his sweatshirt.
“Yo! What’s wrong?” Asked a teammate.
Gabe huffed and puffed into the mic, simmering. Every fiber of him wanted to get up and give Quill what he had coming. He tried calming himself down, but his heart wouldn’t relent its heavy beating, nor would his growing erection stop gathering steam, especially now that his nose crinkled under the smell of artificial cum. He didn’t even look at Quill who was busy giggling to himself maniacally. He wasn’t done fucking with him, not by a long shot. He walked around Gabe to the right of the desk. He pushed the suction cup hard against the wall and made it stick. He got on his knees in front of it. He grabbed it mid-shaft and planted a tiny smooch on the tip. That escalated into opening his mouth and devouring the entire top section of the dildo, all the way to his throat. He closed his eyes and murred softly, enjoying the rub of dense rubber across his tongue. He pulled back, turned his head to face Gabe, then jabbed the dildo into his cheek, bulging it grotesquely. He gazed up at Gabe through eyelids lowered to a sultry degree. Saliva gobbed down from his slacked lips. He could tell it was getting a rise out of Gabe, just as it was for him too. His already constrictive bottom grew tighter as his erection grew. It was time to take things to the next level.
He stood up and turned around. He pulled the bottom aside, off of his crack, revealing his plump backside. He did the same to the front side, allowing his erect cock to ping out. He bent over and pressed his ass against the dildo. The fur across his body stood on ends. He bit his lip while the first bead of precum fell from his penis and onto the carpet. He could feel the moist residue of saliva sticking to the dildo’s tip. He smeared it around his ass crack, sawing himself up and down the underside of that wonderfully firm pole. The first hum of delight escaped him, sending Gabe’s flesh into a buzz. The bulge in his pants was at an apogee, pushing its way down into his left pant leg. His face leaned towards the screen, looking ferocious. Quill knew what would help. He pulled forward and pressed his tailhole to the dildo’s tip. He pushed back gently until finally he felt himself gape and swallow the head.
His first moan was nice and theatrical. “Ohhhhhhh~” He fell back and enveloped more of its length. “Oh fuck…” He started to shake. More precum dribbled from his dick. His breathing grew heavy. He could go no further, the pressure was too great. It matched what Gabe had to some degree, but just fell short. Only the real deal would satiate him. All he had to do now was put on a show to get it. He slid himself back and forth, schlicking and schlocking his flesh loud enough to make Gabe flinch. Quill’s eyes were closed as he swooned his head about, making his enjoyment loud and clear. He rode it hard enough that Gabe could hear the wall creaking underneath the pressure. Gabe was worried that he’d fuck a hole into the wall. He didn’t last there forever, fortunately for the wall and Gabe’s sanity. He slowed to a stop and came off of it, leaving his tailhole a horribly gaped O. He stood up shakily and pulled the dildo off the wall. POP! He waddled over to the bed behind Gabe, plopped down onto his back, and promptly reinserted the dildo into his ass.
“Ohh… Ohh… Ohh~” He grabbed the base of it with his prehensile feet and slid it in and out of him. He used his free hands to rub, grope and caress his body while he squirmed and writhed on the comforter. “Yes~ Gabe… Mmmmm… Ohh…”
Gabe wasn’t playing anymore. He was motionless in his chair, hunched over, staring blankly into the screen. His cat ears were tilted backwards against his will, hungering for more of that decadent music belting out of Quill’s whore mouth. His cock was nearing full staff and his face was ablaze. Finally he hit his breaking point and rocketed out of his chair. He pulled the headset off and threw down on the desktop where it clattered loudly. He turned around and shoved the chair out of his way before stomping over towards Quill who saw the furious look on his face as well as the mound of dense manhood pressing against his sweatpants. Quill’s antics came to an abrupt stop. He realized what he had done.
Gabe grabbed the base of the dildo and forcibly slammed it deeper. Quill gasped loudly and shot his feet outward. His head was thrown back and his body curved into an arch. “You think that’s funny? Huh?” Gabe demanded, holding the base of the dildo against Quill’s ass. A faint bulge appeared beneath Quill’s navel. “You like fucking with me while I play games, do ya?” He twisted and grinded the dildo in a circle like a pestle.
Quill couldn’t answer with anything else besides loud, girlish moans. His prostate was squished to an almost agonizing degree, filling his entire backside with a blisteringly hot joy that made precum seep from his cock. His bare face was blushing terribly. “Huhhhh~! Ahh fuck… Hahhh… Huhhh.”
Gabe scoffed. “That’s what I thought.” He let go of the dildo for a moment to take off his shirt and hoodie, revealing his cream colored torso. His pants and underwear followed soon after, letting free his penis in its intimidating glory. Shaped like a horse’s, it was dangerously long and thick, uniform in color across its shaft with a deep chocolate brown. A pair of balls hung from the hilt within a fat purse looking like a bag of two grapefruits. Quill was more than familiar with it, but having it be introduced so forcefully made his insides gurgle with anxiety. It outsized the dildo inside of him, and he had a hunch that Gabe was about to apply it quite liberally. Gabe climbed onto the bed on his knees, that epic pillar of his sprouting towards Quill menacingly. The undermuscle throbbed once, twice, signaling its readiness to fuck. Quill would’ve closed his legs to protect himself if he wasn’t already so eager to accommodate it.
First, Gabe grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs into the air. Before Quill knew it, he was on the mattress by only his shoulders and neck, ass in the air and pointed at the ceiling. His cock hung down at him, right over his face. Another drop of his own precum fell onto his cheek, making him wince. Gabe held him there by his trunk, kneeling in front of Quill’s back. His giant cock was pressed against Quill’s spine, burning hot. He stared down at him with a bone chilling scowl. “You couldn’t wait, could you?” Gabe asked. “You just haaaaad to be a horny little slut.”
Quill whimpered and wiggled his ass at him. “Mmmmmm, I can’t help it. It drives me wild when you ignore m-”
“Yeah? Well now you’re about to fucking get it.” he growled, cutting him off sharply. He grabbed the dildo by its base and pulled it upwards, revealing a glistening wet shaft of pink. Quill’s toes clenched out of anticipation, knowing full well the return would not be kind. It wasn’t, coming down full force back down to the hilt, making him cry out and buck his body. Gabe held on tight. “Oh no you don’t~” Back up the dildo came, and back down it went, hitting a pace that was as brutal as it was measured. Quill writhed and squirmed as hard as he could, not getting very far thanks to the resolute grip of Gabe’s long arm around his torso. More precum plipped onto his face, although that went unnoticed thanks to the intense joy blossoming across his bottom and in his loins.
A maniacal grin rode Gabe’s face. He was having too much fun. Quill was going to pay for every minute he was away from the game, and he intended on making this last. He reached for the cum pump as it dangled down between Quill’s legs and in front of his belly. He gave it a firm squeeze. White liquids raced through the plastic tube and into the dildo’s balls. Quill felt it flood his insides, hot and warm like the real deal. He let loose a pathetic whimper, already on the brink of cumming himself. Gabe pumped again, and again, and one more time. By the time he stopped white goop was seeping out through the tight seal between his sphincter and the dildo.
Exhilarating as it was to fill him with that stuff, it only made him wish he was doing it himself. He let go of him and scooted backwards, letting Quill plop back down onto his back. He was panting and moaning erratically. His flushed face was dotted with his own precum, filling his nose with its smell. Gabe smelled it too, feuling his already fiery desire to fuck the monkey silly. “On your hands and knees.” He huffed. “Face me. Now.”
Quill was slow to respond, but he knew better than to disobey. He slowly rolled over onto his belly and crawled around so that he faced Gabe and that gargantuan member of his. His jaw was slack and his eyes were unfocused. Driving him mostly by this point was nothing but raw, burning lust. Gabe quickly brought him back to reality by grabbing a pawful of his hair and shoving his dick into his mouth. Quill's eyes went wide. He tried to shout through his nose but was quickly stifled by a fat cock plugging his gullet. “Mmmphh-!”
Gabe went to work at once, plowing into Quill’s mouth for as deep as he could go before pulling back and repeating. His fluffy cat tail was bent into a question mark behind him while his buttocks clenched and unclenched mightily. His nostrils flared as he huffed through his nose. “Mmm, fuck~ That’s it. Take it slut.” He did indeed. The room echoed with the crude sound of Quill’s throat being clogged again and again. Ulk! Ulk! Ulk! Ulk! Ulk! Tears rolled down his cheeks while his eyes rolled back into his head. He loved every second of it. Gabe noticed the dildo still poking out of his butt and starting to slide out. He made a quick fix by jamming it back where it belonged, as deep as it would go. Quill managed to eke out a single squeal of delight before it was cut off by cat dick. He was being pierced from both sides, each end receiving an equal amount of Gabe’s fervor. Gabe would thrust his cock deep into his throat and time it with a solid shove of the dildo deep into Quill’s backside. It was heaven for the both of them, Quill because he was being double fucked so lavishly, and Gabe because he liked putting him in his place.
Soon they were both heading towards climaxing. Gabe’s proud visage crumpled and his knees started to buckle. “Ah shit… Ahhh…” His thrusts turned erratic as the growing pleasure robbed him of his coordination. Quill suffered much of the same, though there wasn’t much he could do to stop it at that point. His more and more desperate moaning turned on and off with the plugging of his throat until finally Gabe heaved forward and unleashed his seed. “Huuhhhuuuaahhhhhhh~~~!!!” His buttocks slammed together and his legs jostled. A hefty serving of cum came bursting out of him, pillaging its way straight down Quill’s throat and straight into his tummy where he felt it swell and accumulate. Gabe’s cock throbbed in his mouth with each pump, filling him with rope after rope of his musty nectar.
Quill’s body received the same memo once Gabe timed his orgasm with one last shove of the dildo. A thick string of white spewed from his cock and onto the comforter beneath him. The measly scale of his climax, at least when compared to Gabe’s, belied the frightening explosion of joy that occurred across his nethers, throwing his body into a barbaric spasm. Had not his throat been so thoroughly blocked off he would’ve been filling the bedroom with his screams of delight.
Their climaxes petered out eventually, and Gabe stood up straight, letting go of the dildo. “Ahhh… Ahhh… Holy shit… Whew~” He pulled back, freeing his dick from Quill’s mouth. Before he could get his first breath in he had to gob up a giant slag of cum onto the mattress, forming an ungodly white puddle. Once that was clear, he took a long hard gasp. He panted hard, all while strings of spit hung from his lips, connecting them to the pile of cum below. Gabe’s penis slumped forward, done for the time being. The top half of it was wet with cum and Quill’s spit. A pearl of white still hung from his tip, looking ready to drop at any moment. He patted Quill on the back. “Well, that was nice. I hope that was everything you hoped it would be.”
It certainly was. Quill was drunk with ecstasy. His mind floated around in a stupor. He hardly knew where he was or what he was doing there. All he knew was that there was something stuck in his ass and that his throat felt like he’d just tried swallowing a semi-truck. He toppled over to the side and limply rolled onto his back. His bare belly rose and fell with his breathing which was shallow and weak. His eyes sat in their sockets, disjointed and uncoupled. He was totally out of it. He was done.
Too bad Gabe wasn’t. He hadn’t even started yet. With Quill unresponsive, he planned on striking while the iron was hot. He slid off the bed and walked over to the closet, dick swinging between his legs like a pendulum. He stepped inside and looked over to where their collection of toys were sitting. Just beyond them were a far more unscrupulous assortment of tools, ones Gabe had used only on special occasions. He determined that now was one of them, and reached out to grab them with a very sinister smile on his face.
Quill, back on the bed with his consciousness still struggling to reestablish a foothold, had his eyes closed. He was on the brink of falling asleep when he heard Gabe approach the bed with something clinging in his paws. Quill was just about to open his eyes and look when he felt something come over them, holding them shut. Gabe lifted his head and tied it onto him. It was a blindfold, wound around his skull tight enough to keep his eyes nice and closed. Quill groaned. He was in for it now. Gabe pried his paws underneath him and flipped him onto his belly. Next came a pair of fluffy handcuffs which clacked loudly onto his wrists, holding them to his mid-back. Gabe put a leather collar on him which was just short of choking him. Making matters worse was the leather strap Gabe connected to the collar and to the handcuffs, forcing him to either keep his wrists further up his back or his head tilted back. It was not comfortable, exactly as intended. Finally came the ball gag which was jammed between Quill’s teeth and tied snugly around his head. It was the cherry on top of a very debaucherous monkey sunday.
“Get up,” Gabe commanded. Quill felt a paw slid into his armpit and lifted him off the bed like a doll. He was dragged over to the floor and onto his feet. He didn’t make it two steps before he was forcefully shoved from behind, into the wall face first. Gabe had his forearm across Quill’s back, pinning him. His chest, belly, and cheek were flattened against the drywall. He saw nothing, but was keenly aware of how huge Gabe was thanks to the beat of his breath from high above Quill’s head and from the massive cock which was starting to harden against his ass. His lips tickled against Quill’s ear. “I’m not done with you just yet.” The low growl of his voice, hovering just above a whisper, sent a wave of shivers through Quill’s body that made his fur stand and his nipples stiffen.
He was jerked around by his shoulder and turned around. Two paws pushed his chest, flattening him against the wall. He felt Gabe’s cock lift up and brush against his. The two of them were slowly getting hard together, something that was quickening by the instant thanks to the rapid pump of their hearts. Soon their pillars were at full staff, frotted against another. Gabe lifted him into the air, dangling his feet above the floor so that their cocks were at equal height. Quill’s was smothered in a fat brown cylinder of dense masculinity, making him shudder and bite on the gag tighten. Gabe pushed his entire body into him, flattening him against the wall and grinding their phalluses. His massive paws swam around his body, rubbing, groping, and pinching wherever he pleased. The most aggrieved victim was Quill’s ass, which Gabe made sure to give several squeezes as well as an open-palmed slap.
“Nnf!” Quill squeaked.
“Shut up,” grumbled a voice in his ear. Quill felt his face burrow into the flank of his neck deep enough to feel his artery throb against it. Gabe made a low growling noise as he bared his teeth and gnawed them on his neck, interspersed by much more sweeter kisses and licks. He humped and grinded his colossal dick on him, melding their heats together and wetting Quill’s tummy with his precum. Quill wanted badly to touch him, but the handcuffs remained firm on his wrists. He tried squirming them out from between him and the wall, but only succeeded in choking himself thanks to the strap connecting them and the collar. All he could do was stand there and take it, shivering and whimpering like the little slut he was.
Gabe came off of his neck, leaving it sore and wet. He breathed hot, moist air onto the afflicted area, earning yet another shudder of delight from Quill. He let him go and flipped him over to face the wall. Quill grunted and jutted his ass out at him, lifting his monkey tail. He knew what time it was. He was ready. Gabe looked over his prize. He’d laid eyes on that enormous backside plenty of times, but it never grew dull. He grabbed one haunch and spread it, laying eyes on his pucker, still wet with cum lube. Gabe gritted his teeth. His mouth started to water. He got on his knees and came face-to-face with his tailhole. He buried his face there, meeting his lips with that lewd crater and pilfered it with his tongue. Quill gasped sharply. Fierce tingles ripped up his spine while his entire body jittered. Every flick and jab of Gabe’s tongue was like a knife of pleasure across his loins. More and more precum ebbed from his cock. His moans were pathetic. Gabe had his fill after several moments of licking and gnawing. He stood back up with a cock hard to the point of rage. He gripped the back of Quill’s neck. His tailhole was assaulted by hard flesh and instantly gaped to accommodate it with a wet schlipp. Quill let loose a long, guttural moan through his nose. Fucking finally~ More and more of that wonderful pillar made its way inside of him, reaching to a depth that made his insides feel constricted. He heard a sigh of relief blow out of Gabe, followed by him grabbing Quill’s hips. He pushed on and on, turning Quill into a squirming, whining mess. Finally Gabe’s hilt was wrapped by Quill’s pucker.
It was time to get started.
Gabe pulled back and started fucking him hard, making use of every inch his cock had in its possession. Fathoms of brown shaft disappeared and reappeared at a pace heavy enough to fill the room with the dreadful SHUP SHUP SHUP of Quill’s body being fucked to oblivion. Louder still was his screams, muffled as they were by the ball gag still in his mouth, now dripping with slaver that flicked to and fro along with his body, splattering on the wall. More thickish fluids were bleeding from his cock, triggered by the brutal siege on his prostate.
Gabe huffed and puffed hard, equal to the tremendous effort he put behind each thrust. The occasional grunt and groan escaped him while his face was scrunched into a focused scowl. “Ah… Ah… Fuck… Tell me how that feels… Hahhh… Huhhh.”
All Quill could answer with were garbled cries and shouts, rendered unintelligible both by the gag and the mind shattering delight now crackling across his body like an active battlefield. His voice turned shrill and girlish, announcing an oncoming orgasm ready to outdo his previous one by several units on the Richtor scale. He heard a similar announcement from Gabe who began moaning and groaning. His thrusting lost their even cadence and became a barrage of whams and bams hardly within his control. The last three thrusts were as deep and as hard as he could make them ,and then he came. “HHUUUGGAAHHHHHhhhhhh~~~!!!” His entire body threw itself into a backwards arch, aiming his face up to the ceiling while his cattail shot out into a straight line. The violent rupture of his cock, an even more devastating experience than earlier that invaded Quill’s body with a devastating volume of cum, triggered Quill’s climax along with it. He would’ve crumpled to the ground under the crippling weight of ecstasy if not for the huge dick still inside of him and Gabe’s draconian grip on his hips. Ropes of white came rocketing out of him, defiling the wall and floor in front of him. From his mouth came a scream like a caterwaul, one that would’ve been deafening if not for the ball gag still locked between his jaws.
Their climaxes eventually waned, and Gabe pulled out of him. What he left behind was a gnarly pink cavern of gaped flesh, drooling an abhorrent flow of his cum onto the carpet. His cock began to slump downwards, now with a slight ache. “Wow…” he wheezed. “I liked that. What do you think?”
Quill wasn’t even there anymore, certainly not mentally. His soul was on another planet, one hot enough to make his body simmer in a heavenly afterburn. His knocked legs only just kept him from plummeting to the floor like a sack of wheat. Gabe did him the favor of removing his restraints, spare the handcuffs and collar which remained in place, where they belonged. Gabe hooked his arm around Quill’s and walked him over to the bed. “Come on. Just a little walk.” Quill still wasn’t quite back into it. His head was slung down, and even though he could see now, his eyes couldn’t focus on anything.
He laid Quill on his back onto the bed, towards the center. His legs were still spread, oozing a small flow of more cum. Out of curiosity, Gabe pushed down on his tummy with his paw. A nasty glop of jizz came bubbling out of him, soiling the poor comforter to an even worse degree. Quill could only moan and whimper. Gabe chuckled and knelt next to him. His cock was at half-staff, unsure whether to go limp or restiffen once more. Without any encouragement, it would do the former. Gabe wasn’t about to let that happen, not while he had a few more left in him. He started rubbing his cock to get it hard, but came to a stop. He’d used and abused Quill’s behind to the point that no way would it have any of the precious tightness from before. Their activities against the wall made sure of that. To keep things interesting, there was something else he was going to have to employ.
He slid off the bed and went to the closet. He came back with a small medicine bottle. It was black and unlabeled with a small white cap. He got back onto the bed, knelt next to him, and popped the cap. He lifted Quill’s head up and put the bottle to his lips. He gave him a tiny swig of clearish orange liquid. Quill drank it, then grimaced. It tasted bad enough to wake him up. “Ahh… The fuck is that?”
“You’ll see,” Gabe said cryptically, then put the cap back on to watch the effect. It wasn’t a long wait. Quill’s eyes went wide once he felt a heavy pressure settle across his crotch.
“Whoah! What-?” He looked down and saw his penis turn erect in a matter of seconds. “Ah!” A sensation like tingling, bloating, and stretching tore at his genitals all at once. His penis started to grow and his scrotum swelled. It wasn’t stopping or slowing. He watched with a mix of fascination and horror as the head of his cock stretched up and past his navel, reaching towards his pecs. His balls turned so heavy that his scrotum felt ready to tear out through the bottom like a wet grocery bag. By the time the process reached its abrupt end, his once humble manhood struck a degree big enough to rival Gabe’s. The ache of his previous orgasms vanished. The tank was full again, ready to erupt as urgently as ever. “Holy shit! What did you do???” He rubbed it to make sure it was real. It was hot and heavy, filling with pleasure for every moment he touched it. It was real alright, and it was his.
“I made you a real man, is what I did!” Gabe quipped. He gave Quill’s huge cock a friendly pat. “I’m impressed. I was wondering how well this stuff was going to work on you.” Gabe kicked his leg over him and straddled his thighs. Their cocks laid on top one another as equals, for the first time. “Looks like we’re matches. All it took was some of this foreign junk.”
Quill gave Gabe’s penis - now on its way to being erect again - a quizzical look. “So that’s the stuff you use to get like that?”
“Nope!” Gabe boasted with a proud smile. “Never used it once in my life. Let’s change that~” Gabe popped the cap and took a small swig. Part of Quill’s dick-concussed brain urged him to make Gabe stop, knowing that the results weren’t going to be safe for either of them. Gabe cringed hard. “Jesus, that does taste bad. Whew.” He was just finished putting the cap back on when the effect hit him. “Ah! Shit!” Like Quill's, his cock popped upright like a string balloon pumped with air. Then it started growing, and growing, and growing, and growing…
Both of them were witnesses to something truly incredible. Gabe’s already leviathan penis was turning into something that was an abomination to all things natural and holy. It stretched over top of Quill, maintaining its firmness by some miracle. Quill went cross eyed as he watched the tip reach towards his face. He had been plowed hard already, yet he felt his asshole clench with anticipation. This wasn’t going to be easy, not by a long shot.
Gabe’s sudden growth spurt hit an end, but not before he had become a monster. Its weight had reached a significant portion of Gabe’s entire body, approaching the size and girth of his entire leg. What would’ve rested on Quill’s chest now reached past his lips, burning his nostrils with its smell directly. To Quill it looked like a fleshy missile launcher or part of a bassoon. “Yeeeeaaaah~” Gabe hooted. “That’s more like it. This’ll be more fun.” He didn’t give Quill any time to protest. He flipped the poor monkey onto his belly. His hands were still cuffed behind his back, kneading his sweaty palms nervously. Gabe realized that Quill’s top wasn’t going to come all the way off with them still on. That wouldn’t do. He grabbed the collar, extended his cat claws, and rudely shredded them down until they were in tatters. Riiiiip! He flung them aside until Quill’s chest was bare. The bottom and underwear suffered the same treatment, even though they could’ve just gone down his legs. Gabe was too thrilled to stop himself from tearing as much fabric as he could. That outfit was a bad influence on him. It had to go. Gabe pried his paw underneath his waist and lifted his ass into the air, proper position for a good fucking. He waddled over to behind him, a task that proved difficult given the violation to the Geneva convention that jutted out from him. He knelt behind Quill one last time. His dick laid on his buttocks, towering over his back like a fallen telephone pole. A burning hot wad of precum fell from the tip and landed on the trench above Quill’s spine. The throb of Gabe’s veins cock muscle was like the beat of a drum, proud and powerful. Gabe massaged his buttocks. “I’m ready. You ready?”
Quill gulped. “No…”
“Didn’t think so. Let’s go~” He pulled back to make the first insertion, but found that his dick was so big that he had to take a few steps back to even get the tip behind Quill’s ass. Once it was, he grabbed it with two paws and pushed it into his tailhole.
“Eep!” Quill wasn’t any tighter or looser than he had been a few moments ago, but to that giant barrel currently making its way inside of him, he was tight as a snare. His pucker gaped, gaped, and gaped until finally it matched that unholy girth and gripped it like too many rubber bands around someone’s wrist. Gabe huffed his appreciation and pushed forward. He didn’t make it far, to nobody’s surprise, but that wasn’t about to stop him. He reached out, grabbed Quill’s hips, and fucked him good. Quill’s moans weren’t held back by any gag this time. He let the world know what he was feeling, a terrific mixture of agonizing pain and ethereal delight. His voice bounced with each thrust. “Uhhh-UHHhhhhhh-UHHhh-UHHhh-!” Gabe went as evenly as he could, but the newly acquired tool he was using had a steep learning curve, to say the least.
The sound of Quill’s screams and the rearranging of his insides echoed loudly, flattening Gabe’s ears back against his head. He was already getting close, something he deduced was a side-effect of the medicine they drank. Oh well. He wasn’t about to stop now. He couldn’t tell how close Quill was given that his screams were already at an apex. Call it a hunch, but Gabe suspected that he was just as close too. One, two, three more shoves of his cock and Gabe released again. “HHHUUUUAAGGGGHHHUUUHHHHH~~~!!!” Calling this climax an explosion would be a gross understatement. Something like a burst dam released inside of Quill, spreading across his insides like the compartments of a sinking submarine, winding all the way into his tummy and making it swell. Naturally, he came too, unleashing a fountain of cum that doused the comforter beneath him and his chest. Instead of getting louder, his voice was cut off as every muscle in his body seized, locking the breath in his lungs while his mouth remained a fat O.
Gabe pulled out when he was done. The result was catastrophic. Cum gurgled out of Quill like a barrel of maple syrup that had been shot. It slopped out of him and onto the comforter hard and fast without showing any signs of slowing down. Gabe, panting and sweaty, knelt there and watched, impressed by both his load and Quill’s capacity to withstand it. Incredible as that was, he still wasn’t done.
The next hour saw Gabe giving it to him hard and fast, making the both of them cum so many times that each climax seemed inseparable from the one succeeding it. They did it in every position fathomable, across every corner of the bed, ruining the sheets and much of the carpet beneath them. The entire house rang with Quill’s voice, reaching far into the outside for anyone (un)fortunate to hear. It went on and on, seeming to like it would never end.
Mercifully, it did, leaving Quill beyond anything recognizable. He had been freed of his cuffs and collar, but that hardly mattered. His muscles and mind were gelatin, beyond any use or repair. He was splayed out on his back, utterly swept away by a coating of thickish cum that rendered him more white than green. His eyes were half closed, his jaw was slack. Gabe would’ve thought him a dead man if not for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. Gabe was spent too. His giant dick was limp like a wet noodle, not to regain any stature for at least the next day or two. It ached something awful, much like he suspected Quill’s ass did.
Cleaning up was going to be a bitch, for sure. He swiped some cum off of Quill’s tummy and pinched it between his thumb. He chuckled and stuck it into Quill’s mouth which instinctively began to suckle on it. “Made a big ol’ mess, didn’t we? I guess we can’t just leave you like this, although that would be pretty funny.” He waddled off of the bed, nearly toppling over thanks to the weight of his cock and his rubbery leg. He went to the bathroom and came back with several towels. He sat on the edge of the bed and wiped Quill clean, starting with his arms and legs, then the rest of his torso. Quill murred his appreciation. Gabe thought he more than deserved it, especially after all of the anal trauma he had just been through. He made sure When he was mostly clean he hoisted him up and carried them off to the bathroom where he turned the shower on and pulled Quill inside with him. The hot water knocked him out of his stupor somewhat, and the two of them held each other under the stream. Whenever Quill felt ready to fall over, Gabe held him tighter and reminded him, “I got you, I got you.”
Quill smiled. “I know.”
They got out and dried off once they were clean. Gabe carried the ruined comforter to the laundry room and came back with a new, more presentable one. Gabe made the bed and tucked Quill into it. He was asleep for good within moments. A gunshot wasn’t about to wake him up. Gabe envied him. There were just a few more things to take care of. He turned around to his computer. It was on the entire time. Hopefully it hadn’t-
He froze. Stardew Valley was still on. So was the Discord chat. He’d never muted. There had been at least seven people in the chat who he had been talking to. They had heard everything. He didn’t waste any more time. He bounded forward at the computer and grabbed the headset. He put it to his ear and meekly said “Hello?” His buddies responded with an uproarious applause and series of catcalls. They teasingly repeated the lines they had heard and mimicked Quill’s screaming. Gabe blushed hard, but not without a cheeky smile on his face. “Fuck you guys,” he said while laughing, then hit the power button on his computer. The monitor went black, and the computer went silent. His heart was still pounding. He prayed that his headset was too weak to pick up anything beyond what was right next to it.
Then he remembered how loudly Quill had been screaming and for how long. No matter how dull the mic was, there was no way it hadn’t picked up that. But that was an issue for tomorrow. Exhausted, he turned around and trudged over to the bed, arms and cock hanging loosely. He didn’t bother getting under the covers. He fell flat on his face onto the mattress. He was snoring within seconds.
THE END