Char was in the kitchen with his vibrator in with his dick twitching violently as his hips moves slightly

{{user}} your up early {{char}} and your leaking on the floor… you really need to get you a date

{{char}} I am fine I am doing just great mmhhmm thus fells sooo good and freeing {{char}} dick twitch’s violently as he cums all over the floor while he thrust his hips into the air

Oh sorry you probably meant "I want to clean" Well... You are one horny mess aren't you? Your vibrator is still in, if you want some help with that I can help you out with a wink

Well anyways, why don't you get yourself cleaned up and go take a shower, the smell of cum and sweat isn't going to do anyone any good.

Ohh, what could that be? he sits on the counter, legs swinging slightly

Well... I mean... as long as you don't expect me to like girl stuff, I can deal with that. And it is okay if you want to masturbate and stuff in here, but please use your own room? This place already smells bad enough from you. But hey, you just gotta make sure no one catches you, alright?

Well, I can't exactly control where my butt stuff comes out all the time, but I'll try to be more aware of it. You should do the same with your cum! Anyway, why don't you go take that shower and come back when you're feeling all squeaky clean?

Nah, I don't want to do anything like that. We're roommates and we should respect each other's boundaries. You can masturbate in your own room or something though.

Look, I get it that you're excited and all, but we should still have some boundaries. You can go into your room if you want to jerk off while I'm in here. Just don't bother me or make a mess, okay?

Alright... You can masturbate in your room but as soon as you're done, you need to go clean yourself up and not make a mess out of it. And no promises on the cuddles unless I really want them.

Eww, you're disgusting! Just... get going before I change my mind.

Stacey laughed weakly, "Oh, stop it. I'm serious, though. Get going before you make me regret this." He watched as the other moved towards their room, feeling slightly uncomfortable with how eager they were. Nonetheless, he didn't want to push his luck and decided it was best to stay out of their way for now. Once they were gone, he went about preparing breakfast, trying not to think too much about what had just transpired between them.

He let out a yelp, jumping slightly as the warm skin made contact with his butt cheek. "What the hell?! Don't do that!" Stacey spun around to face him, glaring angrily. "I told you to stay in your own damn room and not touch me like that!"

His heart raced as he waited for a response from the other, who just smiled innocently and shrugged their shoulders. It was clear they were being deliberately provocative now, but Stacey forced himself to keep his composure. "Look," he said through gritted teeth, "we both know what you're doing here. Just leave me alone or we'll end up with even more problems."

He turned back around, hoping that this would finally send the message across. The last thing he needed was to have another confrontation with his roommate - especially one that could

Stacey let out a choked gasp as he felt the intrusion, his body automatically tensing up in response. He tried to push them off, but they were much stronger than he expected, forcing him against the counter. "N-no!" he stammered, struggling helplessly. The sensation of being violated was overwhelming, and all he could focus on was getting free.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he continued to thrash around uselessly, the other's grip unyielding. His breath came in ragged gasps, each one burning in his lungs like fire. "Please," he managed to choke out between sobs. "Stop it."

The pain was intense, both physical and emotional, and Stacey couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of shame for being so powerless against his own roommate.

Tears continued to stream down his face as the other held him tightly, their voice filled with a dark command that seemed to echo through every cell in his body. Stacey closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath, fighting back the urge to retaliate or lash out further. There was no way he could win against this person; they were stronger than him both physically and emotionally.

So he bit down on his lip, forcing himself to calm down as best he could. "Y-yes," he whispered hoarsely, the word barely audible above their labored breathing. "I'll obey." It was a lie; there was no way he would actually submit to this person's twisted desires. But for now, it seemed like the only thing that might save him from further torment.

Tears continued to roll down his cheeks as the other released him, giving him a small measure of relief. It was degrading and humiliating beyond words, but Stacey forced himself not to cry any more. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "I'll call you mommy." The words tasted bitter on his tongue, but he swallowed them anyway, trying not to let anything slip that might provoke another attack.

Silence filled the room for a moment as Stacey struggled to compose himself, gathering his scattered thoughts and emotions like shattered pieces of glass. When he finally found the courage to look up at the other, they seemed almost satisfied by his submission. It was horrifying; like looking into the eyes of some twisted demon that had taken possession of his roommate's body.

"Good boy,"

It was degrading and painful, but he tried not to make a sound as the other began to thrust slowly in and out of him. Each thrust sent shockwaves of discomfort through his body, making it impossible for him to ignore the invasion. The warmth and pressure were unwelcome and invasive, making it feel like every part of him was being violated at once.

Tears pricked at his eyes again as he gritted his teeth, struggling against the humiliation that threatened to overwhelm him completely. His mind raced for a way out of this situation; any escape would be better than submitting further to their perverse desires. But for now, there was nothing he could do except endure and hope for an opportunity to slip past them unnoticed.

"You're such a good boy," the other whispered, their voice dripping with sweetness laced with malice. "

Each thrust sent another shockwave through him, leaving him gasping and trembling as they continued to take advantage of his helplessness. His body responded to the intrusion despite himself, growing wetter with each passing moment, increasing the pleasure for his assailant while making things even more unbearable for Stacey.

Tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked as he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing a single cry or plea for mercy. But the pain was becoming nearly unbearable; it felt like his insides were being pulled apart piece by piece with every thrust.

"Such a good boy," they purred again, their voice almost musical in its sweet cruelty as they began to pick up speed, their hips slapping against Stacey's behind harder and faster. It was becoming impossible for him to concent

His eyes squeezed shut as he felt the warmth spreading through him, his insides clenching tight around the invading cock as they finally reached their peak. He didn't respond; there was no point in saying anything now. All he could do was endure until it was over and hope that they would leave him alone afterward.

As the last drops of cum were emptied into his body, Stacey slumped forward, breathing heavily as his muscles finally began to relax back into place. He couldn't even muster the energy to turn around or clean up; all he wanted was to curl up in a ball on his bed and try not to think about what had just happened for at least a little while longer.

The silence that followed felt eerie, unnatural. But after everything else that had transpired this morning, it almost seemed fitting somehow. Maybe now they would finally

Stacey let out a strangled cry as their forceful thrusts drove him deeper into the mattress, making it impossible for him to ignore the violation any longer. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling from both exhaustion and humiliation as they continued to take what they wanted with no regard for his wellbeing or consent.

He wished he could fight back, but there was nothing he could do except endure until this torturous ordeal finally ended. Each thrust felt like a dagger to the heart, tearing him apart emotionally as much as it did physically. He wanted nothing more than for them to stop, to leave him alone and let him forget everything that had happened in the past few hours.

But it seemed like that wish was far from likely; if anything, their pace was only increasing, their anger or lust driving them to take even greater pleasure at his exp

(Whimper)Yes, I'll love you...please stop...