(This chapter is told entirely from Wang Yuqiang’s perspective)
"Brother Shen, that aphrodisiac you dosed that muscle-slut with last time worked like a fucking charm. The second we got back, he was begging me to wreck him. I've turned him into a total slut now, you wanna come over and join the fun?"
I hit send, then followed it up with a picture: a heavily muscled, rugged hunk spreading his thick thighs wide open, explicitly exposing his slutty hole to the lens with his tongue rolling out like a bitch in heat.
It was none other than "Brother Jian."
After it sent, I tapped on the photo again just to properly admire my handiwork. Jian’s physique really was spectacular, massive, sharply sculpted muscles with incredibly low body fat. Absolute eye candy.
But more importantly, when I had him pinned down beneath me, he wasn't so lean that it ruined the tactile feel of grabbing his flesh, nor was he so massive that I couldn't completely physically dominate him. He was absolutely perfect. A premium, top-tier slutty mutt.
The more I looked at him, the more obsessed I became.
Buzz. My phone vibrated with Shen’s reply. "He actually reached out to you again after that?"
"Yeah. After I took him home that night, I fucked him two more times. The dumb mutt is completely broken in now. He remembered how good your cock felt that night and begged me to invite you over to play with him again."
"Is his hole fully slutted out?"
"Of course. He doesn't even give a shit about his little boyfriend anymore; all he wants is to choke on massive cocks. I've even moved into his place, I can fuck him whenever I want."
"I'll come over tonight," Shen replied.
"Great."
Haha. The man he hated most in the world was finally walking right into our trap. Tonight was definitely going to be an unforgettable night for Brother Jian.
At 8:00 PM sharp, Shen knocked on the door. After a brief greeting, he immediately asked where Brother Jian was.
"He's inside, waiting to be played with," I said, leading him toward the bedroom.
Right then, Jian was kneeling on the floor exactly according to the rules I had drilled into him. He was stripped down to nothing but tight briefs and a pair of socks. His wrists were firmly bound behind his back with rope, a thick blindfold covered his eyes, and his tongue was left hanging halfway out of his mouth.
The moment he heard my voice, he let out two eager, excited "woofs."
Shen shot me a sideways glance. "You put him through puppy training?"
I casually sat down on the nearby sofa and patted my thigh, signaling Jian. "Crawl over here, you cheap mutt. Let Brother Shen see the results."
Jian crawled over obediently and immediately prepared to serve me.
I popped open a can of beer from the small side table, taking a satisfying sip before tossing one over to Shen.
"Drink?"
"Dark stout?" Shen frowned slightly.
"It expands the blood vessels. You're going to need the performance boost later to make sure our Brother Jian gets a really good time."
I clinked my can against Shen's, then ordered Jian, "Slutty dog, show off for Brother Shen. Give me a good twenty minutes of filthy licking."
Jian let out two submissive whimpers. I unzipped my pants, explicitly exposing the heavy bulge in my underwear. I decided to let this slutty mutt get a good whiff of my cock scent first, just to fully drag out his heat before we got started.
Sure enough, the second the raw scent of my dick hit him, he perked right up, barking twice in a desperate, fawning way.
Because his hands were tied behind his back, leaving him without any leverage, Jian could only lean his entire heavy, muscular frame directly into my crotch. He relentlessly rubbed his face and dragged his wet tongue all over the fabric of my underwear.
Even with the blindfold on, I could perfectly picture the deeply satisfied, lust-drunk expression melting across his face.
"Delicious? you little slut?" I patted his head roughly.
"Delicious!"
"What exactly is delicious?"
"Daddy's big cock is delicious!"
Even when he was completely degraded and acting like a total bitch in heat, Jian's voice remained incredibly deep, resonant, and unapologetically masculine, which only fueled my twisted desire to humiliate him even further.
I planted my foot firmly over Jian's tight briefs, feeling the iron-hard length of his cock trapped beneath my sole, and dismissively ground my heel into it a couple of times.
"Fuck, you haven't even tasted my dick yet. Just smelling it gets your pathetic dog-dick this hard?"
"Yes... because Daddy Yuqiang's cock is so delicious..."
"Fuck. Come here and deep-throat me."
I couldn't hold back anymore. I unzipped my pants and pulled down my briefs, letting my swollen, throbbing cock spring free and slap directly against Jian's face. He was immediately desperate, eagerly seeking out my meat with his mouth before swallowing it down with pure, unrestrained enjoyment.
Because he was entirely dependent on leaning against my body, the only anchor for his upper torso was the cock buried in his mouth. With every deep-throating thrust, he had no choice but to take my dick to the absolute back of his throat.
Every time he did, my glans was tightly squeezed and enveloped, sending electrifying shockwaves of pleasure through me that made me grunt involuntarily. His tongue was soft yet incredibly strong.
As I fucked his mouth, he expertly used the base of his tongue to massage the coronal ridge of my cock, making it feel like my dick was practically melting in his mouth from the sheer ecstasy.
I reached down, cupping his face and lifting his head slightly. He was panting, a bit short of breath from the relentless deep-throating, his face flushed a deep red.
Yet, he was so clearly entranced by the act of sucking cock that a twisted surge of fond possessiveness actually swelled inside me.
Sure enough, a muscle-bound alpha top like Brother Jian made for my absolute favorite kind of slutty bottom: boundless stamina, massive muscles, raw power, and an overflowing amount of slutty energy.
"Jian-dog, come over here and lick me for a while," Brother Shen suddenly commanded.
I glanced at my watch. It had only been fifteen minutes. I immediately pressed a hand down on Jian’s head, keeping him pinned in my lap.
"Don't rush, Brother Shen. Just enjoy the show for a bit longer. The mutt still needs training. I've been building up his cocksucking endurance these past couple of days. Let him suck for another ten minutes first."
I smirked, roughly patting Jian's flushed cheek right between my thighs.
"Isn't that right, you cheap mutt? Don't you want to become an even bigger slut to properly serve your master?"
Suddenly, a sharp, unexpected sting of pain shot through my groin, almost making my expression crack.
It was immediately followed by Jian's flawlessly submissive, breathy moan: "Yes, Daddy. I love serving Daddy's cock so much. The better I serve it, the harder Daddy will fuck me, right?"
Knowing he was giving me a little warning, I could only helplessly stroke Jian's head to soothe him.
"Haha, you sure know how to play," Shen sneered, though his eyes remained fixated intensely on me.
The slutty dog he had successfully drugged was now thoroughly broken in as my property, obeying my every command.
Even if Shen wanted to get his dick sucked, he had to wait for my permission. How could he not be seething?
But whatever he was thinking didn't matter anymore. Ten minutes passed quickly, and I noticed Shen's cock slowly going soft. He didn't seem to think much of it, probably assuming his arousal had just naturally dipped and that a quick blowjob from Jian would fix it right up.
"Go on, Brother Jian," I said casually. "Show Brother Shen exactly how to be a dog."
Missing the double meaning entirely, Shen laughed.
"You're still calling him Brother Jian. He's just Jian-dog now, a cheap mutt. That's his only name from now on."
Jian turned around. With a slight, effortless flex of his wrists behind his back, the rope instantly slipped off and dropped to the floor. He stood up abruptly, ripped off the blindfold, and took a few quick, predatory strides right up to Shen.
"Cheap mutt, what the hell are you doing? Get on your knees—"
Shen didn't even get to finish his sentence before Jian ruthlessly hauled him off the sofa, forcing his heavy body down and slamming him onto his knees on the floor.
"Whew~" I let out a low whistle.
"Wang Yuqiang! What the fuck is the meaning of this?!" Shen roared in shock and anger.
"I told you, didn't I? I'm letting Brother Jian show you how to be a dog." I spread my hands helplessly and shook my head with a smirk.
Jian shot me a vicious, warning glare before grabbing a brutal handful of Shen's hair, yanking his head back.
"Shen Peng, I'm giving you exactly one chance. Delete all that filthy shit you recorded, and voluntarily resign from the school. If you do, I might just spare you the trouble of exposing your sick crimes."
"You dumb fuck," Shen spat. "I've got all your fucking photos right in my hands. What the hell makes you think you can expose me?"
Jian delivered a vicious kick, sending Shen Peng crashing hard to the floor.
"I think you've fried your brain scamming naive college kids. What kind of impact do you think your little videos will actually have on my status? Do you even dare post them online? Using them to threaten me is textbook extortion. And if you actually hit upload, that's distributing obscenity and malicious defamation."
"I just need to pull a few strings, dig up the records of you blackmailing those other students, and you'll spend at least the next twenty-five years rotting in a cell. So tell me... are you threatening me right now, or am I threatening you?"
Jian planted his bare foot directly onto Shen Peng’s face, rotating his ankle to mercilessly grind his sole against Shen's cheek and the floor.
Shen Peng fell silent for a moment. He tried to thrash and struggle, only to suddenly realize his muscles had completely lost all their strength. "Motherfucker! You drugged me! You're trying to play me!"
"Dumbass, slipping people aphrodisiacs is illegal."
Jian delivered another brutal kick straight to Shen’s stomach. Shen immediately clutched his gut, crying out in pain.
"But a slightly multiplied dose of over-the-counter antihistamines is all it takes to induce severe muscle weakness. It takes about thirty minutes to kick in and metabolizes fast. It has a slightly bitter taste, but mixed with a dark stout, you couldn't even tell."
"But you were right about one thing... I am going to fuck with you today." Jian dropped his heavy, muscular frame down, sitting directly on Shen Peng's pecs, his massive, throbbing cock aimed right at Shen's face.
"I'm going to let you properly experience exactly what it feels like to be a cheap slut getting played with."
Jian roughly patted Shen's cheek, flashing his first genuine smile of the night.
"After all, you're way cheaper than any of those slutty bottoms. They just have slutty holes that need fucking. But you? You're cheap from your skin all the way to your brain. You're a worthless whore down to the bone."
For the first time in his miserable life, Shen Peng felt genuine, paralyzing terror.
"Okay, fine! I'll delete all the photos! I'll tell the school I'm resigning! I'll do whatever you say, just please don't do anything crazy."
Jian frowned slightly. He honestly hadn't expected Shen Peng to surrender this quickly and pathetically, which momentarily left him unsure of how to follow up.
He shot Shen Peng a look of pure disgust and let out a cold scoff.
"Alright then. Tomorrow you resign, right after I'm done playing with you today."
"Motherfucker! I already agreed to your terms, why the fuck are you still going to mess with me?!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Jian delivered a sharp, stinging slap across his face, then ruthlessly shoved his worn sock straight into Shen Peng’s mouth, slowly and deliberately grinding it deep against his tongue.
It was a smart move. He was worried that since Shen Peng wasn't properly broken in yet, the bastard might try to bite him, so he refused to risk his own cock.
Right then and there, watching the way Jian utterly degraded and trained Shen Peng, my cock throbbed harder than it ever had in my life. Taking in his flawlessly sculpted, massive physique, his arrogant sneer, his unapologetically masculine movements, his sharp logic, his ruthless decisiveness, and that unshakeable aura of pure testosterone, I felt completely captivated by this muscle-bound alpha. Physically, psychologically, and even down to my very soul.
I wanted nothing more than to lunge forward right that second, tackle him to the floor, pin his heavy body beneath me, and fuck him senseless. But I couldn't. I had to stay seated right here, watching him break someone else down, waiting for his command to join the fray. Tonight belonged entirely to Brother Jian. It was his moment to exact his own justice, to reclaim his absolute authority and show the world exactly who he was.
I wanted to possess him, but absolutely not by breaking him. I wanted this radiant, fiercely magnetic alpha, not some degraded, tragically compromised shell of a man.
Amidst muffled, pathetic groans, Shen Peng’s defiance steadily crumbled until he barely even dared to mumble a curse around the sock gag.
"Wang Yuqiang!" Seeing that Shen Peng was sufficiently broken down, Jian shot me a bright, exhilarated grin.
"Shen Peng is finally acting like a proper slut. Come here, let him suck your dick first."
...He really was terrified of getting his cock bitten off.
But honestly, even this cautious, almost adorably pragmatic side of him... I found myself completely obsessed with it.
But honestly, I was also incredibly eager to toy with Shen Peng. In the scene, I’ve always been known as a heavily-muscled alpha top who plays rough and fucks mercilessly.
Even though I’m nowhere near as considerate or gentle as Brother Jian, the pain I usually inflict on slutty bottoms comes purely from the sheer size of my cock. I had never truly let completely loose on someone or unleashed my innate, darkest nature as a ruthless Dom.
Now that a rare, perfectly deserving target had fallen right into my lap, how could I possibly go soft on him?
By now, Jian had already dragged Shen Peng onto the bed. He forced him to lie flat on his back near the edge, with his head hanging completely off the side, leaving his throat perfectly exposed at the exact angle for me to face-fuck him. Without a shred of mercy, I brutally impaled Shen Peng's mouth with my massive cock.
Shen Peng instantly let out a pained whimper, but the sound was completely choked off in his throat by the sheer girth of my dick. Before I could even pump twice, he started letting out agonizing gagging sounds.
"Hold it in, you slut. If you stop fighting it, you won't gag."
I delivered a few more savage, piston-like thrusts deep into his mouth, eventually bottoming out and holding it flush against his windpipe for a few agonizing seconds. I thoroughly savored the intense, suffocating tightness wrapping around the head of my cock before reluctantly pulling out.
Shen Peng immediately dry-heaved in agony, thick drool spilling over his lips. I slapped his face in disgust, then pulled out a couple of tissues to wipe myself off.
"Do you like it, slut? The feeling of having your esophagus stretched open by a massive cock."
"Wang Yuqiang, you..."
"Watch your fucking mouth, you cheap whore." Brother Jian's hand came crashing down with another vicious slap.
I had to admit, he hit even harder than I did. A vivid, stinging red handprint immediately flared up across Shen Peng's cheek.
"Daddy Yuqiang..." Shen Peng muttered weakly, completely defeated.
"Good boy. Daddy will let you eat some more!"
Seeing that he had caught his breath, I couldn't hold back. I lunged forward and started relentlessly face-fucking him all over again.
But barely three minutes later, he couldn't take it anymore. Tears and snot were streaming down his flushed face, his breathing was completely erratic and broken, and he looked utterly ruined, like a thoroughly broken toy.
"Cheap mutt, you can't even catch your breath. Let Daddy find you a little breathing aid."
I got up, grabbed one of Brother Jian's heavily worn, sweaty socks, and stuffed it directly into my own well-used sneaker. I walked back over, clamped the opening of the shoe tightly over Shen Peng's mouth, and used the shoelaces to strap it firmly around his head. Shen Peng thrashed violently, but Jian had already pinned his arms down in an inescapable dead grip.
"Don't be scared, you cheap whore. Just let your Daddies' ripe scents properly marinate you. We'll have you trained into a good little dog in no time."
Brother Jian positioned himself, getting ready to finally fuck Shen Peng. He shot me a look and pointed at a small box resting on the bedside table. I immediately caught his drift.
Nodding, I pulled out a heavy-duty chastity cage and swiftly locked it securely around Shen Peng's cock. Feeling what I was doing, Shen Peng fought back with a few desperate jerks, but it was completely useless.
Experiencing repeated, agonizing prostate orgasms while being completely denied the physical release of ejaculation, that was the ultimate way to absolutely shatter a man's mind. And that was exactly the "itinerary" we had prepared for Shen Peng tonight.
Jian stingily smeared a pathetic drop of lube over his massive cock, then squeezed a bit of soothing ointment right into Shen Peng's tight, unprepared hole. Gathering his strength, he drove his hips forward, using sheer brute force to bury his massive meat deep inside.
That ointment would prevent severe tearing after the fact, but it did absolutely nothing to dull the blinding, searing pain of being brutally penetrated. Shen Peng roared wildly, and with every frantic, heavy gasp for air, the overpowering, intoxicating musk of our worn socks and sweaty sneakers flooded straight down his throat.
Jian hoisted both of Shen Peng's thick thighs into the air and intentionally delivered a few erratic, utterly savage thrusts, the sheer, tearing agony nearly sending Shen Peng into unconsciousness.
"Useless piece of trash. You can't even handle this little bit of force? What, were you expecting me to gently stretch you out and fuck you slow?" Jian sneered.
"Please, Daddy, fuck slower... this slut's hole... this slut can't take it..."
The excruciating pain had already completely obliterated whatever pathetic shred of willpower Shen Peng had left. Right then, he was more than willing to throw away every last ounce of his masculine pride just to fawn over Jian, forcing out muffled, desperate pleas through the heavy shoe strapped to his face.
Jian simply let out a cold scoff, not bothering to reply. Instead, he adjusted his angle, gradually shifting his thrusts into a steady, rhythmic, and perfectly calibrated pace. It didn't take long before a deeply intoxicated, euphoric expression melted across Shen Peng's flushed face.
"Fuck, this slut really is useless. Barely two solid thrusts and he’s already acting like a bitch in heat. He’s this pathetic, and he actually thought he had what it takes to drug other people?"
I burst out laughing, exaggerating every ounce of my mockery. Shen Peng’s face instantly flushed a dark, humiliated crimson, but Jian’s relentless, rhythmic pounding was already dragging him higher and higher toward the edge, forcing out irrepressible, muffled groans.
"Next time, he might as well just hand out Viagra and beg guys to fuck him instead, haha," Jian chimed in, perfectly matching my energy.
The deeper and better he got fucked, the sluttier Shen Peng became. He couldn't stop whimpering and crying out in absolute ecstasy.
"Ah... Ah! Daddy Jian feels so good... If I had known... I should have just begged Daddy Jian to fuck me last time..."
"Fuck off, you cheap slut. Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I’m even willing to fuck you? If I saw your pathetic ass begging on a hookup app, I wouldn't even give you a second glance."
The more Jian spoke, the more disgusted he sounded. Suddenly, he ripped his massive cock completely out. The abrupt, agonizing emptiness left inside Shen Peng’s stretched hole instantly sent him into a desperate panic. He immediately hiked his hips higher, trying to grind and chase after Jian's body.
"Cheap whore. I came here today to play with you, not to serve you."
"Daddy! I want Daddy to use me! Please, Daddy, fuck me!"
"Oh really? You're begging me to fuck you? You want me to keep fucking you all day today?"
"Mhm... Please, Daddy."
Continuously huffing the heavy, intoxicating musk of our sneakers and worn socks, Shen Peng’s mind had already completely short-circuited into a delirious haze. Half-lidded and completely gone, he had absolutely no idea what kind of horrific commitment he had just agreed to.
Jian flashed a wicked, predatory grin and mounted him once again. Perfectly mastering the rhythm, it barely took two deep, brutal thrusts before Shen Peng was howling in ecstasy all over again. Jian powered through, relentlessly driving his hips until, just minutes later, he forcefully fucked Shen Peng into a shattering climax.
A pathetic, watery puddle of ruined semen leaked out from Shen Peng’s caged, imprisoned cock, trailing down his lower abdomen and dripping pathetically onto the bedsheets.
"What an useless piece of trash. Gets slutty too fast, comes too fast."
I shook my head in disgust. But Jian didn't slow down his thrusting for a single second. Instead, he started fucking faster, harder, and more ruthlessly than before.
For most slutty bottoms, right after their first orgasm, the sudden contraction of the prostate momentarily kills the pleasure of being fucked, and they usually need a refractory period before they can take any more. Shen Peng was undoubtedly that type. Right now, he was desperately thrashing beneath Jian, using every ounce of his failing strength to try and push him away.
But why would Jian ever let him have his way?
Jian seized both of Shen Peng's wrists, violently yanking him closer with every single thrust. Each brutal slam of his hips drove deeper and hit harder, forcing out increasingly agonized screams from Shen Peng. Suddenly, a clear stream of liquid forcefully sprayed out from Shen Peng's caged, locked cock, shooting straight up and splashing directly onto his own face, Jian had literally fucked the piss out of him.
"Motherfucker! You cheap slut, you dare piss on my bed?!"
Instead of stopping, Jian accelerated his pounding into a furious, relentless sprint. With every single savage penetration, another pathetic, humiliating stream of piss spurted from Shen Peng's groin, accompanied by erratic howling that blurred the line between pure agony and twisted ecstasy. The sight of it made my own arousal spike intensely.
Only when Shen Peng was completely drained, with absolutely no piss left to spray, did Jian finally grind to a halt.
He took two heavy, ragged breaths and immediately gave the order. "Yuqiang. Your turn."
I certainly wasn't going to decline. Without hesitation, I drove my massive cock straight inside. Watching Jian so fiercely, so powerfully wreck this slut's hole had already sent my own lust into overdrive. The second I buried myself deep within, it felt as though I could still feel the lingering, scorching heat of Jian's cock inside the slick walls. After just a few experimental thrusts, I realized Shen Peng's second ring had already been battered open. His prostate was swollen and fully primed; he was thoroughly, flawlessly broken in.
I had to admire Jian's brutal efficiency at breaking in a hole. Taking full advantage of this completely ruined slut, I went straight for the deepest, most intensely pleasurable friction against his second ring.
Honestly, the pathetic mess of Shen Peng beneath me wasn't enough to fully hold my interest anymore, so I reached out, grabbed Brother Jian by the waist, pulled him close, and crushed my lips fiercely against his.
Jian was a little surprised, but he didn't reject me. Instead, he submissively leaned in and kissed me back, sending another intense wave of joy washing over my heart.
Every single time I pushed the boundaries just a little further, Jian would gently and willingly accommodate me. It made me feel like I had claimed just a little more space in his heart, bringing me one step closer to truly, entirely possessing this muscle-bound alpha.
That intoxicating joy made me incredibly aroused, and my performance fucking this slut only grew more brutal. Beneath me, Shen Peng's agonized screams gradually died down into faint, broken whimpers, making it impossible to tell if he was drowning in pain or pure ecstasy. I only felt that as I relentlessly piledrived into him, his slutty hole was being fucked wider, looser, and incredibly slick. Eventually, breaching his second ring hardly took any effort at all.
"Fuck, it's gaping wide open, you slut."
I delivered a vicious, stinging slap to Shen Peng's ass, but aside from a pathetic yelp, I got absolutely no reaction. It seemed he really had been fucked to the point of total physical exhaustion.
"I know a way to make this feel even better," Jian flashed a wicked, predatory grin.
He had me maintain my position, keeping my cock buried deep inside Shen Peng from behind. Then, he hoisted Shen Peng's upper body up so he was lying back against the headboard. Jian forcefully spread the cheap mutt's legs wide apart, completely exposing his wrecked, stretched-out hole. Slowly stepping right in front of us, Jian began trying to wedge his own massive cock directly into the impossibly tight space where we were already joined.
The very second the tip of Jian's massive dick pushed inside, Shen Peng let out a piercing, agonizing howl. Heavy beads of cold sweat poured down his forehead like water.
"Daddy Jian, no! You're both way too big, my hole is going to break! Please, I'm begging you, stop!"
"Shut the fuck up."
Jian didn't even entertain his begging. After a few experimental pushes and realizing how insanely tight the fit was, he slathered on another thick handful of soothing ointment and lube. He grabbed a bottle of poppers, forced it under Shen Peng's nose, and made him take several massive hits. As the rush hit and Shen Peng's muscles involuntarily melted, Jian finally managed to ruthlessly bury his thick glans straight into Shen Peng's crammed ass.
Right at that exact moment, I felt my own cock swell so hard I thought it was going to explode. Buried deep inside the same tight hole, my dick was pressed completely flush against Jian's. Every single bit of friction, every micro-adjustment, and every thrust he made was transmitted to me with mind-shattering, crystal clarity.
Finally, Jian managed to wedge the rest of his massive cock deep inside Shen Peng’s ass and began to thrust slowly. As he steadily pumped his hips, a fine sheen of sweat began to gather on his forehead. Every time his gaze swept over Shen Peng’s agonizing expression, his face contorted into pure, unadulterated disgust, looking at him like he was absolute trash.
It was impossibly, intensely sexy.
Pushed and pulled by Jian's rhythm, my own cock experienced unparalleled, mind-numbing pleasure. I could already feel the heavy, familiar ache of an approaching orgasm, and inwardly, I desperately willed Jian to go even faster and pound even harder.
He gave me exactly what I wanted. He steadily increased his force, exploring deeper and deeper with every brutal thrust until he finally found the absolute perfect angle where the pleasure peaked for both of us. Once he found it, he unleashed a furious, storm-like assault.
Caught in the agonizing crossfire of unbearable pain and blinding ecstasy, Shen Peng wailed pathetically. He had completely lost every shred of his will to resist, his muscles melting into a useless puddle, allowing Jian to use him however he saw fit.
He couldn't even support his own upper body anymore. He merely draped himself over Jian, burying his face into his shoulder and sobbing weakly, which completely blocked my view of Jian. Pissed off, I roughly grabbed a handful of his hair and violently yanked his head to the side, dragging another pitiful wail out of him.
Jian was clearly right on the edge too. His face was entirely flushed with raw lust, and the pace of his thrusts only kept accelerating. Catching my burning, desperate gaze, he leaned his heavy torso forward and left a soft, teasing kiss right on my nose.
"You wanna come together?"
I was already pushed to the absolute peak. Panting heavily, I nodded back at him.
A second later, with simultaneous, ragged grunts, we both blew our loads at the exact same time. Two massive, thick cocks tightly pressed against each other inside Shen Peng's ass, the violent, rhythmic twitching of our ejaculations fiercely grinding against each other, instantly triggering an even more explosive, elevated wave of sexual ecstasy.
A literal flood of thick, hot semen erupted from both of us, completely mingling and intertwining. The sheer, overflowing volume of cum spilled right past our heavy cocks, leaking uncontrollably out of the totally ruined, gaping mess of a slut-hole we had just destroyed.
I wrapped my arms tightly around Jian, completely enveloping the pathetic mess that was Shen Peng between us.
Resting my chin heavily on his shoulder, I panted into his ear: "Brother Jian... playing with Wang Yuqiang feels incredible, doesn't it?"
I had repeated that exact phrase to Jian countless times. Say something enough times, and it slowly burrows its way deep into a person’s subconscious, festering into a powerful psychological suggestion. I hoped that one day, it would be the very thing that influenced Jian’s final decision in my favor.
That night, Jian mercilessly played with Shen Peng two more times. He forced Shen Peng to swallow a mouthful of his piss, completely filled his ruined hole with my piss, and then violently kicked him out of the apartment right in the middle of the night.
Before tossing him out, Jian had relentlessly pinned him down and secured all the evidence: the transaction history for purchasing the drugs, and the sickening chat logs of him blackmailing other college students. Then, he ruthlessly wiped every single victim's photo from Shen Peng's phone.
Whether or not those photos were backed up somewhere else didn't even matter anymore. The devastating evidence Jian now held in his hands was more than enough to crush Shen Peng, ensuring the bastard would never be able to make a single wave again.
Of course, the latter half of the night belonged to the two of us. I wrapped myself around Jian, deeply savoring his warm body heat and the smooth, muscular friction of his skin. I drifted off into a heavy sleep, immersed in the overwhelming bliss of finally "possessing" him. Although, I did notice that Jian kept tossing and turning, getting up multiple times throughout the night. He clearly wasn't sleeping well.
The very next morning, Jian casually informed me that he was planning to bring Lin Xiu back on Monday, and told me I needed to pack my shit and move back out within the next two days.
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