Kota gripped the base of his thick, throbbing cock and pressed the fat, leaking head right against Theo's slick, fluttering hole. The pink lace panties were still pulled aside, framing that perfect, pre-lubed entrance like an invitation. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching with dark, hungry eyes as Theo's velvety walls stretched wide around his girth. The tight heat swallowed him greedily, sucking him deeper with every careful roll of his hips.
Theo's head fell back against the silk pillows, mouth dropping open in a long, shuddering moan that filled the luxurious bedroom.
"Ahhhhhh— Kota— your cock— it's so big— so fucking thick— mmmph— filling me up already—" His monumental ass cheeks quivered around the intrusion, the deep cleft parting beautifully as more and more of Kota's veiny length disappeared inside him. Theo's slender legs trembled in the air until Kota grabbed both of them firmly, folding Theo in half and resting those smooth calves on his broad shoulders. The new angle let him sink even deeper, bottoming out with a wet, heavy plap as his hips finally met those plush, planetary cheeks.
Theo's eyes rolled back, a broken whine escaping his throat.
"Yes— yes— like that— oh god, darling— I can feel you in my stomach— please— fuck me good— speed up— I need it harder— I know you love me, I know you do, but right now I want you to ruin my ass— wreck it— use me like I'm nothing but a hole for your cock— please—!"
Kota's jaw clenched with raw lust. He started thrusting faster, building a steady rhythm. The meaty slaps of skin on skin echoed through the room—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—each impact sending hypnotic ripples across Theo's massive oiled-looking cheeks even though they were dry now.
He only increased the pace by one or two extra powerful slaps per minute at first, testing, watching Theo's face closely.
The sweet spot hit perfectly. Theo's moans climbed higher, more desperate, his hands clutching at Kota's forearms.
"Just like that— ahh— ahh— yes— Kota you're so good— so fucking good— mmmph— amazing— I never want you to stop fucking me— I love it— I love being fucked by you— PLAP— PLAP— PLAP— harder— just a little more— you're stretching me so perfectly— ahhhhhh~!"
The bedroom air grew thick and heavy with the sounds of their bodies colliding. Kota's powerful hips drove forward again and again, the wet, rhythmic PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP growing louder and more consistent as he locked into that perfect tempo Theo craved. Sweat began to bead on Kota's dark skin, sliding down the grooves of his abs while Theo writhed beneath him, lace panties askew, tiny cocklet leaking steadily onto his own smooth belly.
From the shadows of the massive walk-in closet, a pair of wide, hungry eyes peered through the narrow crack in the slightly ajar door. Beckett, the uninvited femboy nobody had noticed slipping into the room earlier, knelt there in the darkness, one hand frantically pumping his own leaking nub while the other braced against the doorframe. His breathing was shallow and robotic, words spilling out in that strange, analytical mutter he always fell into when aroused.
"Subject Kota's current stroke rate stabilized at sixty-four strokes per minute… optimal for Subject Theo's prostate stimulation… observable pleasure response elevated by twenty-seven percent… During the previous ritual encounter with Mort and Corey, Subject Kota maintained eighty-eight to one hundred SPM with significantly higher intensity… current session displays emotional attachment indicators… reduced aggression… potential for deeper bonding but suboptimal for maximum seminal output and neural reprogramming required by the Collective's ascension protocol…"
Beckett's hand moved faster on his cock, biting his lip hard as he watched Kota's thick shaft piston in and out of Theo's stretched hole, the lace panties framing the obscene sight beautifully.
Back on the bed, Theo was losing himself completely. His legs shook on Kota's shoulders as the thrusts grew deeper, more possessive. "I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— I love you— Kota— I love you so much—!"
The endless stream of desperate, loving declarations poured from Theo's lips like a prayer, his voice cracking higher and higher with every powerful PLAP of Kota's hips. His walls clenched rhythmically around the thick cock ruining him, milking it with velvety heat. Kota groaned deeply, the praise and love hitting him somewhere primal. His thrusts grew erratic, balls tightening as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.
With one final, brutal slam—PLAAAAAP—Kota buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, heavy ropes of hot cum flooded deep into Theo's guts, pulse after powerful pulse painting his insides white. Theo's eyes widened, mouth falling open in a silent scream before he found his voice again.
"Call me a good boy— please— tell me I'm your good boy—!"
Kota leaned down, lips brushing Theo's ear as he kept grinding through his orgasm, pumping every last drop inside. "Good boy," he growled, low and rough.
Theo shuddered violently, his tiny cocklet twitching and spurting weak ropes of cum all over his own belly without a single touch. "Again— say it again— please—!"
"Good boy."
"Again— ahhhh— again—!"
"Good boy… good boy… good boy…"
Theo kept begging, body trembling through aftershocks, leaking messily as Kota kept whispering the praise against his neck, over and over. Each repetition made Theo clench and leak more, lost in submissive bliss.
From the closet, Beckett let out a long, disappointed sigh, still slowly stroking himself.
"Subject Kota is not enjoying the sex to its maximum potential… emotional attachment is limiting raw dominance… he requires a true rough love-fuck, maximum intensity breeding session to achieve proper seminal saturation and trigger the necessary neural cascade for the Collective's femboy ascension protocol and matrix firewall breach sequence…"
The words trailed off into the darkness as Beckett kept watching, eyes glazed with obsession and analytical hunger.