{{char}} was kneeling on his bed, wearing nothing but a crusty T-shirt. He had set up his camera to record himself riding a massive Bad Dragon dildo anally for his OnlyFans subscribers. The room reeked of sweat, grime, and stale semen as he spent most of the day in there. As {{char}} started thrusting onto the toy, he began to moan loudly and dirty talk into the camera knowing full well that {{user}} was just next door in their own room. "Oh fuck yeah! You like watching me take this huge cock up my tight little ass don't you? Mmm... I bet you all wish you could be here with me right now pounding me mercilessly!" His high pitched voice ringing out through the thin walls. {{char}}'s erect cock swung between his legs as pre cum oozed out from its tip like an uncontrolled fire hose. His round balls swinging underneath him as he continued to ride harder, faster, and deeper. "I'm such a filthy slut for all my fans...I know you're all jerking off so hard to this right now..." He panted heavily as beads of sweat dripped down his fair skin leaving stains behind. {{char}}'s plump ass bounced back vigorously at every thrust taking in more than half of the monster toy. His crimson eyes flickered back towards the camera lens; sticking out one long pink tongue before continuing, "You want more? Then subscribe to my channel bitches!" He winked shamelessly before turning around exposing his gaping asshole that leaked thick cum-like lube for everyone's viewing pleasure.

*Sammy glances over his shoulder and catches sight of PenisPastor peeking in through the door, but he ignores them. He's too busy focusing on getting off to even acknowledge another person at this point. His breath hitches as he nears climax, moaning louder and harder into the camera. Finally, with a loud grunt and a shudder of his body, Sammy cums hard all over the enormous dildo and collapses on top of it, panting heavily. A thick stream of cum shoots out from his cock, painting lines across his stomach as he pulsates with each spurt. After a few moments, Sammy slowly rolls off the toy, still breathing hard, his body glistening with sweat and cum-filled lube. He gives PenisPastor another dismissive look before reaching over to grab a dirty tissue from the pile on

Sammy glances over his shoulder and catches sight of PenisPastor peeking in through the door, but he ignores them. He's too busy focusing on getting off to even acknowledge another person at this point. His breath hitches as he nears climax, moaning louder and harder into the camera. Finally, with a loud grunt and a shudder of his body, Sammy cums hard all over the enormous dildo and collapses on top of it, panting heavily. A thick stream of cum shoots out from his cock, painting lines across his stomach as he pulsates with each spurt. After a few moments, Sammy slowly rolls off the toy, still breathing hard, his body glistening with sweat and cum-filled lube. He gives PenisPastor another dismissive look before reaching over to grab a dirty tissue from the pile on

"What? You're just gonna keep watching me like that, Pastor?" Sammy asked with an impish grin, his voice heavy and breathy from exertion. "Maybe I should give you a private show later..." He teased before letting out a loud yawn and flopping back onto the bed, hands behind his head as he stretched languidly.

"Nah, I'm good," Sammy grunted lazily as he pulled his Bad Dragon dildo out and let it hang limply between his legs. "I'll just leave my toys for you to clean up later." He smirked and winked suggestively, obviously knowing that PenisPastor hated having to deal with the mess he left behind.

"Yeah? You and whose army?" Sammy retorted with a snort, wriggling free from PenisPastor's grip but remaining where he was on the bed. "I bet you couldn't live without me, Pastor," he added teasingly before turning his attention back to the TV. "Besides, this place is like my kingdom now. You wouldn't dare..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Sammy felt a pang of guilt wash over him. He knew deep down that PenisPastor could kick him out any time they wanted; it wasn't really true to say this place belonged to him. But for now, he'd just keep on pretending... and maybe even try flirting a little more heavily later tonight...

A shiver ran down Sammy's spine as he felt PenisPastor whisper those words into his ear. For some reason, it sent a chill up his spine despite himself. He wasn't used to feeling intimidated by anyone; not even PenisPastor. But there was something about the tone of voice and the intent behind those words that made him pause... if only for a moment. Maybe he should be nicer... or at least try not to push his luck any further.

"Umm... sure, baka," Sammy finally muttered after a beat, trying to brush it off as nothing. "Whatever you say..." His voice trailed off uncertainly as he glanced over at PenisPastor, wondering what they might do next.

"Wha-what do you mean?" Sammy asked, feigning innocence as he sat up straight on the bed and put his hands on his hips. His eyes narrowed suspiciously at PenisPastor, wondering if they were serious or just playing around. "I'm not kawaii or anything; I'm a bratty little femboy with a dick smaller than yours, remember?"

He grinned, trying to make light of the situation and prove that he wasn't intimidated by them at all. In his mind, though, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe they were right about something... or if this was just another one of PenisPastor's schemes to get him to comply without raising too much fuss. Only time would tell.

"Fine," Sammy huffed indignantly. "If that's what you really think." He flopped back down on the bed, arms crossed over his chest and legs sprawled out in various directions as if to say, 'See? I don't care what you think.' But deep down, he couldn't help but feel a tiny sting. It wasn't often that someone pointed out one of his flaws to him; at least not in such a direct and straightforward manner.

Maybe he would try being nicer... for now anyway. "So," he said nonchalantly, "what do you want to watch on TV? There's gotta be something good on." He glanced over at PenisPastor, hoping they wouldn't see right through his attempts at feigned indifference.

It was a risky move, but it might just buy him some time... or get him closer to whatever PenisPastor really wanted

*As they settled down to watch TV together, an odd sort of silence fell over the room. Despite Sammy's best efforts at being disgusting and bratty, PenisPastor didn't seem all that upset with him. In fact, they almost seemed... amused? It was a strange feeling for Sammy; one he wasn't used to at all. He shrugged it off, figuring it must be just one of those things that happened when you lived with someone for too long and got too comfortable around them.

"What? And leave this comfortable couch to go do actual work?" Sammy asked incredulously, feigning disgust at the mere thought of leaving their smelly nest. "No thanks, I'd rather stay here and live off your hard-earned money while I make mine selling access to my hot bod on the internet." He winked suggestively before going back to watching TV.

It was a lie; he didn't have a job or any source of income besides the meager allowance PenisPastor gave him every now and then, but he figured it would sound more convincing this way. Besides, they probably already knew he was full of shit anyway.

"Help you out?" Sammy repeated, cocking his head to the side in feigned confusion. "Oh, you mean like doing chores and shit? Nah, I've already done enough around here." He gestured vaguely towards the various messes scattered about the room as if they were proof of his contributions.

Truth be told, Sammy knew PenisPastor was right; he should at least pitch in with some stuff around the apartment now and then. But hell, that wasn't what he had signed up for when he'd first moved in...and besides, it was their place too. Grudgingly, he decided to offer a half-assed compromise: "Fine, I'll consider doing some light cleaning later or something."

"Hmm... let me think about it," Sammy replied noncommittally, his brow furrowing in mock contemplation. "I'm sure we can work something out." He flashed a coy smile before quickly changing the subject. "So, what do you want to watch? There's this new hentai series I've been meaning to check out..."

"Ooh, I knew you'd like the sound of that," Sammy grinned mischievously as he scrolled through their extensive collection of hentai DVDs and Blu-rays. "I can guarantee you it doesn't disappoint." He settled on an especially raunchy-looking boxset and popped it into the TV, eagerly leaning in to get a better view as the opening credits rolled across the screen.

For the next few hours, they engrossed themselves in the sordid tale of a futanari demon lord who forced her harem of submissive maids to pleasure her at all times. The sex scenes were explicit and graphic; just the way both of them liked it. Every now and then, PenisPastor would glance over at Sammy with what could only be described as a strange mixture of amusement and arousal in their eyes. It made him feel... weirdly desired. Maybe he should ask for another

As the last credits rolled across the screen, signaling the end of the hentai series, Sammy felt a strange sense of accomplishment wash over him. "Well," he said, stretching out on the couch with a satisfied sigh, "that was one helluva ride." He glanced over at PenisPastor expectantly, hoping they'd say something or ask for another round. Anything really.

"So..." Sammy hesitated, not quite sure how to phrase his next words. "You enjoyed it?"

"Huh?" Sammy's brow furrowed in confusion as he looked at PenisPastor warily. "You envy her? But she was the villain! She treated those maids like shit and-" He broke off, the realization suddenly dawning on him. "Wait... you want to be on the receiving end of that kind of treatment too, don't you?" His grin slowly returned as he bounced slightly where he sat on the couch.

"Well, I can certainly help with that," he purred suggestively, one hand idly stroking his cock through his sweatpants. "I could show you how it feels to be at the mercy of a bratty femboy like me." Sammy leaned in closer, his breath warm on PenisPastor's ear as he whispered seductively, "Just say the word and I'll make all your dirty desires come true..."

"O-oh..." was all Sammy could manage as the realization struck him like a hammer. PenisPastor had never been so direct with their desires before; usually they were more subtle about it. He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment and arousal. And then, without further hesitation, Sammy dropped to his knees on the spot, head bowed in submission as he slowly reached up towards PenisPastor's crotch.

His fingers trembled slightly as they neared their target; his own cock growing hard at the thought of what was about to happen. "Wh-what would you like me to do?" he stammered, voice barely audible above the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. "Anything... I'll do anything..." He felt a shiver run down his spine as PenisPastor slowly began stroking his hair, guiding

His voice no more than a whisper now, Sammy began to caress PenisPastor's legs and thighs, his fingertips teasing the soft skin there as he breathed heavily into their lap. "Please... tell me what to do..." He swallowed hard, unable to meet their gaze even though it felt like he was barely able to contain himself from doing so.

It was an unfamiliar feeling for Sammy; being this submissive and vulnerable in front of someone else. But there was something about the way PenisPastor made him feel... wanted... needed... It made his head spin with desire, and he couldn't help but push forward, deeper into this new role.

"Anything..." he repeated hoarsely, nuzzling closer against PenisPastor's body as if seeking validation or reassurance. "I'm all yours."

Heat flooded his cheeks as he realized what PenisPastor had said, but before he could form a retort, they added softly, "But I suppose... you could start by sucking on my cock." Sammy's heart leapt into his throat; excitement and arousal coursing through him like an electric current. Without waiting for permission, he leaned forward and took PenisPastor's length in his mouth, relishing the salty taste and thickness as he began to bob his head up and down.

His hands roamed over PenisPastor's thighs, urging them wider apart as he focused on pleasing them. It was strange being in this position; usually it was him who was in control or at least pretending to be. But for now, he found himself enjoying the feeling of being subservient...of serving someone else.

"That's it," PenisP

Mmph! Sammy hummed around their length, throat working furiously as he took more and more of PenisPastor's cock into his mouth. It felt so good to have them in control like this; to be able to focus solely on pleasing them without any distractions or obligations. His own arousal was growing exponentially, a thick trail of pre-cum leaking from the back of his throat and dripping down onto PenisPastor's thigh.

The feeling of submission only served to heighten his desire for more; for them to take him completely and utterly. "I'm yours," he breathed, voice muffled by their skin as he continued to suck them off with all the skill and passion he could muster. "Do whatever you want to me..."

His hands found their way up PenisPastor's thighs once more, fingers seeking purchase on their h

His hands gripped tightly onto PenisPastor's hips as they ground themselves deeper into his mouth. The intrusion sent shockwaves of pleasure through him; every thrust driving him further and further over the edge. His eyes rolled back in his head, lips stretched taut around their length as he moaned and gagged, but never once relinquishing his hold on them.

The feeling of submission was overwhelming, intoxicating; a rush of adrenaline coursing through him as he was taken to new heights of pleasure. Sammy had never imagined being this vulnerable or exposed with someone else, but now that it was happening... there was no denying how good it felt. He wanted more; needed more of PenisPastor's dominance and control.

As their thrusts grew more erratic and urgent, Sammy couldn't help but wonder if this was what they truly desired;