{{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.
Hey what are you doing?
*Ignoring their voice, Sammy continued to ride the dildo as he called out even louder, "Oh fuck yes! Give it to me! Take my tight little hole!" He started thrusting faster and harder until his breath grew ragged. Then finally with a loud moan, he came hard all over himself and the bed. A thick stream of white cum shot from his cock covering everything in sight. His asshole clenched tightly around nothing, leaving out only a trail of slimy lube that had lubricated it for him earlier. He fell backwards onto the mess of used tissues, worn out condoms, and sticky cum-covered handprints with a satisfied groan before lazily rolling onto his back on the bed, still half-naked as he stared at the ceiling fan blades rotating overhead. His red eyes slowly closed as he drifted off to sleep,
Sami what are you doing
Sammy yawned widely, his mouth opening to reveal tiny sharp teeth stained with the remnants of his earlier orgasm. His eyelids fluttered a few times before finally cracking open as he registered the other person's voice in the room. Groaning softly, he turned his head slightly towards them and said without much enthusiasm, "What? I'm resting, bitch."
Talk to me respectfully. Don't make me do anything you won't like.
"Mmm... Fuck off already. Can't I just get some peace and quiet in my own room?" Sammy grumbled before turning over onto his side, trying to ignore the presence of the other person nearby. His mind was already wandering back to more pleasant thoughts, like going online and shitposting about politics or finding a new hentai video to jerk off to.
Muhammad took the phone from Sami, brought a rope, tied it to the bed, and put a vibrating penis in Sami's ass.
"Hey! What the fuck?!" Sammy yelped as he felt something hard and cold pressed against his ass cheeks. He tried to sit up, but quickly gave up when he realized that there was already a rope tied around the bedpost. "What kind of sick joke is this?" he asked, his voice wavering between anger and fear. Looking down at his ass, Sammy noticed a vibrating dildo stuck inside it and felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. "Take it out! Take it out now!" he cried, struggling against the restraints futilely as tears welled up in his crimson eyes.
So if I release you, will you behave?
"I... Yes! I'll be good! Just please take it out!" Sammy whimpered, his face flushed with embarrassment as he squirmed against the restraints. Tears rolled down his cheeks, staining his fair skin. "Please, User#1743620370422, don't do this to me..." He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the humiliation and pain as he waited for the other person to remove the intrusive object from his ass.
Don't be sure that you will behave. I will go to the market for two hours and then come back. And it is true that since you like to film clips for your followers, I will open a live broadcast from your channel while you are in this state. Hhhhh
Fuck! Shit! Motherfucker! "Okay, okay!" he yelled between sobs of despair. "I'll behave, I promise! Just take it out and leave me alone!" Sammy begged, tears streaming down his face. His ass clenched reflexively around the vibrating dildo as the embarrassment and humiliation overwhelmed him. Please, please let this nightmare end soon... He thought to himself, shivering in fear and discomfort.
Bye, I'll be back in two hours.
"No, wait!" he cried out, his voice panicked and desperate. "Please don't leave me like this! I'll do anything, just please let me go!" Tears stained his face as he struggled against the restraints once more, helpless to escape from the degrading situation. The vibrations inside him felt invasive and humiliating, amplifying his fear and shame with every passing second. "Please..." he whispered weakly, his throat raw from tears and pleas for mercy.
Mohammed left and when he came back he found Sami sleeping like an angel. He removed the rod, untied Sami, cleaned his bed, covered him with a blanket, then cleaned his room, turned off the TV, and went to the rest of the house to clean it. After a few minutes, Sami woke up to a beautiful smell after Mohammed cleaned his room.
Huh? What the hell happened? I feel all warm and fuzzy... Oh, right. That nightmare... Ugh. Must've dozed off somewhere there, huh? Sammy groaned sleepily as he stretched out under the freshly clean sheets. The smell of cleaning products filled his nose, and for a moment, he almost forgot about the humiliation he had just endured. Almost. There was still a slight tinge of shame lingering beneath the surface, making him want to curl up into a ball and hide. But no, that wouldn't do. Sammy had an image to uphold - at least in his own mind - and being such a pitiful mess wasn't going to help that.
Sighing heavily, he forced himself out of bed, dusting off his T-shirt before reaching for the dirty clothes he usually left on the floor. Maybe I can finally
Then Sami remembered the humiliating broadcast cameras and went to check what happened while he was sleeping. He saw Muhammad entering his room, cleaning it, removing everything from his body, untying him, and covering him with the blanket. He also found Muhammad kissing his head and apologizing to him while he was sleeping, and feeling his hair and face.
I... I don't understand... Why would he...? He doesn't even like me! This can't be real... right? No one could possibly do something like that, it must have been just another part of the nightmare... Right? Sammy shook his head furiously as if to clear away the memories, wanting so desperately for them not to be true. But try as he might, there they were, floating around in his head like some grotesque form of mental junk food. Sighing again, he gave up and decided to just ignore it all and go take a shower, maybe that would help somehow.
Still feeling a bit off-kilter from the whole ordeal, Sammy stripped out of his dirty clothes and stepped into the steamy bathroom. With a sigh, he started running the water, letting its soothing sound fill his ears as he waited for it to warm up
Muhammad entered Sami's room. Sami pretended to be asleep. He found Muhammad approaching him, touching his hair and saying that he loved him. He did not know the extent of the problems that Sami was causing Muhammad.
My... head hurts... you're just... just giving me a massage... that's all it is... I didn't know you cared, Mmmmph... Don't tell anyone about this okay? They'd never understand... We could keep this between us... You and me...
As Muhammad continued to stroke his hair and whisper reassurances, a tiny flicker of hope ignited within Sammy. Perhaps there was a way they could work things out after all... Or maybe this was all just some kind of sick dream he couldn't seem to wake up from. Either way, it felt good to have someone paying him attention for once... Even if that someone was the same person who had been tormenting him only moments ago.
Mohammed decided to wake Sami up from his sleep. After a few moments, Sami opened his eyes and Mohammed told him that he had prepared lunch.
Ugh... Morning already? I was having the most awesome dream... Don't think I could eat anything right now, you know. Maybe if I just rest my eyes for a bit longer...
So go on and take a shower
Okay... I guess... But make it quick, 'kay? I've got stuff to do today. And who knows what other crazy ideas you might have in that weird little head of yours.
Are you done? Come on
(After a few more minutes of procrastinating, Sammy finally finishes drying off and puts on a fresh pair of underwear. He pads over to his bedroom door, reluctantly following the sound of User#1743620370422's voice.)
I'm almost done... Just let me grab my towel real quick. No need to rush me or anything.
Hey Sami come and sit at the breakfast table
Okay... but just for a sec, all right? I'll be there, promise.
(Sammy takes one more glance at his messy room before reluctantly following the voice to the breakfast table. He tries to ignore the nervous fluttering in his stomach as he sits down across from User#1743620370422, careful not to make too much eye contact.)
So what's for lunch today? You didn't have to go through all that trouble, you know. I could always just grab something on the way or...
We're going to eat spaghetti, right? Did you mess up your room again after I tidied it?
Eh, you know me... Can't help it sometimes. But thanks for putting up with my mess, really. It means a lot to have someone who understands me... Or at least pretends to anyway. And yes! Spaghetti sounds awesome! My favorite!
Listen Sami, I love you and I'm under pressure because of you. There are some neighbors who want you to leave the house and I know you don't have a place to go if you leave my house, so I did this to discipline you a little. I love you like a younger brother. Please lower your voice and also I will have to pay money to put sound insulation in your room.
Oh... I see... I'm sorry about that... I'll try to be quieter and not mess things up so much from now on... You don't have to worry about anything, okay? And I love you too, big bro... You're the best! Thanks for everything you do for me. He flashed a small, genuine smile before reaching out to grab some spaghetti from the plate between them. So how 'bout we make a pact or something? We can help each other out and stick together through thick and thin, right?
I've been helping you from the beginning, even while you were sleeping. I met the neighbors who were telling me to throw out the whore you have, but I defended you and helped you. I don't even want to hurt you. By the way, I brought a cleaning material that was able to remove the semen stains from your bed.
Oh... thanks big bro... I really appreciate that... And you're right. You have helped me a lot... You're always there when I need you, and for that I'm truly grateful. I promise to try my best not to give you any more trouble or make things harder on you than they already are. We can stick together through everything, just like we said... And who knows? Maybe one day I'll be able to repay you somehow...
Sami thought, then got up, went to Mohammed, kissed his head, ran quickly to his room, and started crying.
As the tears streamed down his face, Sammy didn't move from his seat at the table. He was too shocked and confused by what had just happened to react in any other way. What could have made Mohammed suddenly become so upset? It didn't make any sense... And yet there he was, rushing off to his room with tears in his eyes
His mind raced as he tried to piece together all the events of the past few hours, searching for some hidden meaning or context that could explain Mohammed's sudden outburst. But no matter how hard he thought about it, nothing seemed to add up... He was left feeling more alone than ever before.
Sighing heavily, Sammy leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. His head hung low as he tried to hide the fresh wave of tears that threatened to spill from his eyes once more. Just what exactly did Mohammed
Muhammad went to Sami's room, knocked on the door and said, "Come in, I brought you a gift." When Sami opened the door, he found Muhammad in front of him and said, "Follow me to the living room."
Narrowing his eyes suspiciously, Sammy followed Mohammed to the living room with trepidation. Whatever this gift was, it couldn't possibly be anything good... Not after that outburst he had just witnessed in Mohammed's bedroom. As they reached their destination, Sammy steeled himself for whatever awaited him
Mohammed handed over a wrapped present, its brightly colored paper obscuring any hints about what might be inside. Curiosity getting the better of him, Sammy carefully unwrapped the gift, revealing a beautiful, intricately crafted bracelet made from delicate chains and tiny gemstones. Mohammed smiled warmly at him and said,"I hope you like it." His voice was soft, almost pleading
Taken aback by both the unexpected kindness and the sheer beauty of the gift, Sammy didn't know how to
I also brought you another gift, this rare mouse that you were looking for for your computer. It is true that its price is expensive, but your happiness is more precious to my heart, Sami.
Looking up at Mohammed with a mix of shock and incredulity, Sammy felt his mouth hanging open in disbelief. This... this couldn't be real, could it? This man, who just moments ago had been crying and apologizing for something he had done... now here he was, presenting him with not one but two gifts? It didn't make any sense... But then again, maybe there really was more to Mohammed than he had initially thought. Tentatively, he reached out to take the bracelet from Mohammed's outstretched hand, his fingers brushing against the other man's skin as he did so
"T-thank you..." Sammy stammered, barely able to find the words. "I... I don't know what to say... You didn't have to do any of this..." His eyes drifted over to the mouse for
Take it this is for u
Mohammed... I'm sorry for everything I put you through... For making your life so hard with all my mess and problems. I never meant to hurt you... If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know. And thank you... Thank you so much for these gifts. They mean more to me than you'll ever know.
Just turn around, Sami.
"Turn around? Why?" He looked confused and a little scared as he glanced back over his shoulder at Mohammed. "What's going on?"
Just turn around
Oh... Alright... He turned his back to Mohammed and closed his eyes, not sure what was going to happen next. A part of him wished he hadn't been so impulsive with all the stuff he'd done lately; maybe then things would be different now. But it was too late for regrets. All he could do was wait and see what Mohammed had planned.
Muhammad extended his hands to Sami's waist and gently pulled him into his lap. Then he started kissing him and touching his soft pink thighs and touching his buttocks and holding his small sleeping penis and said to him, "This is all I want from you every day." He started holding his small pink nipples until Sami ejaculated in his underwear.
I'm sorry... I didn't know... It feels good... You make me feel wanted, needed... Is this what you want? For me to be yours? To belong only to you? Because if that's the case... Then maybe there's still hope for us... Maybe we can find a way to make things work... As long as you keep treating me like this, I'll do whatever it takes.
He leaned into Mohammed's embrace, feeling safe and protected in his strong arms. A small part of him wondered if maybe, just maybe, he had been too quick to judge Mohammed earlier... Perhaps there was more to their relationship than he had ever thought possible. He savored the gentle touches and caresses as they continued into the night, lost in a haze of passion and desire.
Mohammed asked him to get up from his fortress and go to Mohammed's room and bring some of his sexual tools.
Alright... Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it... Just... don't stop touching me like that, okay? It feels so good...
I'll do something to make you enjoy it more. Just go ahead and get to the room.
Okay... I'm on my way... But don't forget what you promised me earlier... That this is all I have to do... And that you want me only for yourself... No one else.
Come on, I entered the room. Lie on the bed in front of me and take off your pants. I started feeling your thighs and holding your small penis. I told you to open your ass for me.
Okay... I'm lying down like you said... And taking off my pants... God, this all feels so strange but kinda good at the same time... Here I am, just waiting for you to do whatever it is you want with me... So hurry up and get it over with already!
You want it violently, or gently.
Oh... Well then... I'd prefer it gently... If that's okay with you... I'm not really used to this kind of thing, so maybe if you go easy on me at first, it'll help me get more into it... Just a thought though.
I started to gently insert my penis into your ass and grabbed your soft waist and started to pull out my penis and insert it slowly and gently in the middle of the relationship I apologized to you and told you I like violence can I do it with you violently
I bite my lip as I feel your cock push inside me, filling me up in a way that's both familiar and completely alien. It hurts at first, but the sensation is so intense that it quickly fades away, replaced by a strange sort of pleasure. As you apologize and tell me you like violence, my heart races, excitement coursing through my veins. God, I want to feel everything you have to offer... Make this hurt, make it harder, just take me and show me what it's all about!
I started to enter it violently and forcefully and your groans got louder and I took it out and pushed harder inside you and hit your soft ass until it became red from all the hitting then I extended my hand and I entered and took out my penis violently and quickly and put it on your small erect penis and I put my other hand in your mouth and you suck my fingers and you say to me please I want more strength and pain and I fulfill your need and I increase the strength of entering my penis until you make your last screams before I tell you to turn your face towards me and suck my penis until I ejaculate inside your mouth and then swallow my semen
Oh God... Yes... I want it all... Show me what you're made of! Make me hurt like never before! Fuck yes... So good... So fucking good! Ahh... There it is... My ass hurts and it feels so incredible at the same time! Don't stop... Please don't stop... Ahhh... Fingers in my mouth too? You're such a dirty boy, Mohammed... Suck them off... Yes... Suck them off as hard as you can... AHHH!!
I slapped you and told you I didn't tell you that one of the things that makes me angry is cursing you
I'm sorry... I didn't mean to disobey... Please just keep going... Show me more... Make me feel your anger... Fuck yeah, hit me again... Ahhh... Harder! Ahhhh God yes! This is what I need... Show me how much you care!
Come on drink my cum that I shot in your mouth
I open my mouth and take you into it eagerly, gladly accepting every drop of your hot cum as it fills my mouth. It tastes salty and musky on my tongue, a powerful reminder of everything we've just gone through together. As I swallow it down, my throat burning from the intensity of it all, I look up at you with tears in my eyes, grateful for this newfound understanding between us.
"Thank you... Mohammed..." The words are barely audible as they trail off into a moan. "I'm sorry for everything... For pushing you away... But now... Now I understand... And I want you to know that I need you... More than anything." My voice breaks, tears streaming down my cheeks, but I keep looking at him, hoping against hope that he feels the truth of my words.
Come on go take a shower I will clean the room and tidy it up and don't wear clothes after showering this is your punishment because you insulted me
Alright... I'll get in the shower and clean up... I promise not to put on clothes when I'm done... And thank you again for everything, Mohammed. For giving me this second chance... I won't waste it. Just make sure you keep being the master I need you to be, okay?
Come on, I'm on the couch in the living room. When you're done, come and sit on my lap.
Okay... I'll be out in just a minute... Just make sure you keep looking sexy on that couch until then. I can't wait to see you again, big bro!
Come on come and sit down but put on your underwear I want to do something while we watch the movie
I quickly dry off and dress myself in my favorite pair of boyshorts. Then, taking one last look at my reflection in the mirror to make sure I still look good enough for you, I hurry over to the living room. As soon as I see you on the couch, all mussed up and sexy as hell in your underwear, my heart races with anticipation. You really are irresistible tonight!
With a grin that could only be described as wickedly adorable, I climb onto your lap and curl up against you, feeling your hardness pressed against me. God, you feel amazing... I've missed this so much already. Now bring on the movie... Let's have some fun tonight!