The peeping tom sat hunched forward in his creaky old office chair inside the dimly lit makeshift room he had claimed in the vacant unfinished unit.
The walls were a chaotic shrine of depravity, hundreds of printed posters, blown-up photos, and candid shots covering every inch of concrete.
Underskirt captures, window peeps of thick asses bouncing, stolen locker room nudes, blurry videos frozen on the best frames of femboys getting railed.
His lovers.
His collection.
The only light came from the cracked tablet propped on a milk crate in front of him, the screen playing the hidden camera footage on loop: Kota destroying Kin and Yuki in that other vacant unit, massive dark cock slamming into soft pale bodies with wet, rhythmic slaps.
His pants were around his ankles, skinny hairless legs spread wide. One hand frantically pumped his tiny nub while the other held a well-used fleshlight tight against his groin. Greasy blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, big nose flaring with every heavy pant. His sunken eyes were glued to the screen, never blinking.
"Fuck them good, Kota… yeah… just like that," he moaned breathily, voice cracking higher than he would ever admit.
"Pound those fat asses for me… make them clap louder… shit, look at how deep you're going… destroy them…"
On screen Kota had Kin bent over, hips snapping forward mercilessly. The peeping tom's hand sped up, the fleshlight making wet, filthy squelching sounds as he fucked it harder. "Yes… yes… give it to him… wreck that hole… I want to hear him cry…"
The video reached the part where Kota pulled out and slapped his heavy, glistening cock down across Kin's flushed face. The thick shaft rested there like a claim, veins pulsing, the fat head smearing precum over Kin's lips. The peeping tom's eyes rolled back for a second.
"Fuuuuck… that's a big dick…" he whimpered, voice turning into a needy whine. He slammed the fleshlight down harder, hips bucking up to meet every stroke.
"God damn… look at the size of that thing… how does it even fit…"
His mind spiraled as he jerked faster, thoughts flooding out in a messy torrent he couldn't stop.
It's not like I actually like the cock or anything… I just want Kota to fuck them good so I get better porn material. Yeah. That's it. High quality stuff for later. Nothing weird. Just… good content. But fuck… Kin, suck it better, you useless slut. Use your tongue on the underside like you mean it. Flatten it right there under the head… swirl it slow while you look up at him with those pathetic eyes. Massage his balls too, roll them gently in your hand while you choke on the tip. Come on, do it right… why are you so bad at this? If I were you I'd have my tongue working every vein, licking from balls to slit, sucking the precum out like it's candy—
He caught himself mid-thought and froze, hand still pumping.
"Fucking hell," he muttered out loud, cheeks burning. "It's not like I ACTUALLY want to suck his cock. Besides… I hate Kota. I wish I had a big dick like that instead of this pathetic little nub. Yeah. That's all."
But his hand didn't slow down. If anything, it moved faster, the fleshlight squelching obscenely as he kept watching Kota's thick cock slap across Kin's face again and again.
It wouldn't hurt to suck cock every now and then though… right? Just… hypothetically. Like, as practice. Not because I want to. I'm not gay or anything. I just watch this stuff for research. But fuck… imagine how that heavy thing would feel on my tongue. Warm. Thick. Musky. Stretching my lips wide while he looks down at me with that stupid kind smile… No. Shut up. It's not like I like it. I'm just… appreciating the footage. Yeah. Good camera work. But goddamn… if I was on my knees I'd do it better than Kin. I'd take it all the way, no gagging, tongue working the whole time, moaning around it like a good little—
"Shit… shut up," he hissed at himself, voice trembling. His strokes turned desperate, hips jerking up into the fleshlight with wet slaps. "I don't want his cock. I hate him. He's too tall… too broad… too everything. Stupid wide shoulders… stupid deep voice… stupid massive dick that probably feels so fucking good stretching a tight hole— no! I didn't mean that!"
His breathing grew ragged, turning into high, girlish whimpers instead of his usual low grunts. The denial kept crumbling as the fantasy took over completely.
Just once… it wouldn't mean anything if I sucked it. Just to know what it feels like. I bet it's heavy on my tongue. Bet it throbs when he gets close. I could milk him so good… swallow every drop while he calls me a good boy… No. Fuck. I'm not a sissy. I just like watching. But… maybe I could ride it too. Just to feel full for once. Not because I'm weak or anything. Just… curiosity. Yeah. Pure curiosity. His cock is so big it would probably ruin me and I'd still beg for more—
He was moaning openly now, high-pitched and needy, the fleshlight flying up and down his tiny leaking nub.
"Fuck… Kota… fuck them harder… make them take every inch…" His voice cracked higher. "Yeah… just like that… big dick energy… god I wish— no, shut up!"
The orgasm hit him like a freight train. His whole skinny body seized up, back arching as he slammed the fleshlight down one final time.
"CUM IN ME KOTA— AHHHHH!" he screamed, the words tearing out of him uncontrollably as thin ropes of cum spurted weakly into the toy. His eyes rolled back, legs shaking, high-pitched moans spilling from his mouth like a girl in heat.
The second the last spurt left him, reality crashed back down. He slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide with horror.
"What the fuck did I just say…" he whispered, voice muffled behind his palm. His face burned crimson as he stared at the screen where Kota was still railing the two femboys. The fleshlight slipped from his trembling fingers and fell to the floor with a wet plop. Cum dripped down his skinny thighs. He sat there frozen, breathing hard, the walls of printed depravity staring back at him silently.
"Oh god… I didn't… I didn't mean that…" he mumbled, voice shaking. But his eyes kept drifting back to the frozen image of Kota's thick cock, and deep down, in a place he refused to acknowledge, the fantasy wasn't fading. It was only getting louder.
He stayed like that for a long minute, hand still clamped over his mouth, heart hammering wildly in his narrow chest, the taste of forbidden words still lingering on his tongue. The peeping tom had never felt more exposed in his own private sanctuary.