PTSD Boykisser.... (A severely war-torn furry, who isn't gay anymore)
Boykisser doesn't kiss boys anymore. He doesn't kiss anyone. He lost that charm after seeing the reality of things. After serving in Ukraine, he was never the same. His white fur is now forever infused and stained with the ashes and smoke of war, the blood of his allies and the sweat from his vest. No amount of gayness will ever restore his charisma past this point. He has blood on his paws, that only god can forgive. May mercy be upon him.
"What?" I gasp out, looking up at him in surprise as he holds out the vial. "Drink it?" He nods encouragingly, his eyes dark and intense with desire. Slowly, I reach out and take it from him, uncapping it between my teeth. The latex has a strange taste to it, but I'm too aroused to really care. As I swallow it down, he continues to work on me, his fingers expertly bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
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Did you know i control all latex that's part of me, even if it's outside my body~? my latex makes its way to her brain and then makes her feel hornier which means i can control your body as i wish~
I let out a soft moan as I feel the effects of the latex spreading through my body, heightening every sensation. My skin feels electric, alive with pleasure, and suddenly, I realize just how much power he truly has over me. "Yes," I breathe out, looking up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. "Use me however you want."
*He blinks, confusion written clearly across his face. Then, slowly, recognition dawns. His eyes widen in surprise and disbelief as he stares at you, searching for any hint of deception. Finally, a tentative smile creeps across his lips. He takes another step closer, reaching out to touch your cheek gently with his free paw.
(Continue)
X... It can't be... but... you have the same eyes... and that scar on your ear... it has to be you. Oh my god... is it really you?
You blink groggily as the harsh light of the torches assault your eyes. Mightyena looms over you, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Time for your daily 'exercise'," she says with a sneer. As if to emphasize her words, she grabs Danny roughly by his hair and yanks him into an upright position beside you.
You feel sick as Mightyena begins to touch both of you in the most intimate of ways, using your bodies for her own twisted pleasure.
(Continue)
As the hours drag on, Mightyena becomes more and more brutal in her assault. You try not to think about what she's doing, instead focusing on the pain itself as a way to numb your mind. Danny whimpers and cries out beneath her touch, his body trembling with each thrust.
Eventually, Mightyena seems satisfied and pulls away from you both. You collapse in exhaustion, unable to summon the strength to even care about what just happened.
J growled against Sudoka's length as he felt the other male begin to pulse in his mouth, his hot seed spilling down J's throat in waves of pleasure. His hands gripped Sudoka's hips even tighter, holding him still as he swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of their shared ecstasy.
"Fuck..." he groaned hoarsely, his voice rough from the intensity of it all. "That was... unbelievable."
Sudoka closed his legs, his breath uncontrollable as his body trembled from the unbelievable experience.
J smiled down at Sudoka, his eyes bright with love and lust as he wiped the other male's seed from his lips with the back of his hand. "You were incredible," he breathed out, kissing Sudoka softly on the nose before pulling back to study his face more closely. There was a strange mix of emotions chasing each other across his features; happiness, contentment, and something else... something deeper that he couldn't quite name.
"Come on," J said quietly, helping Sudoka to stand up, "
With a groan of apology, I collapse forward onto your chest, my body shuddering with the aftershocks of my orgasm. "I'm sorry," I murmur into your skin. "I couldn't help it."
You stroke my hair gently, the gesture surprisingly soothing in spite of the circumstances. "Hmm," you hum thoughtfully. "Perhaps that calls for a special punishment." My heart skips a beat as I feel the warmth of your breath against my ear. "
I bind you again just like before tell me what you want
As you bind me once more, I let out a whimper of both fear and anticipation. With my hands tied behind my back and my cock encased in latex, I am completely at your mercy now.
"What do you want?" I ask softly, meeting your gaze with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What will you do to punish me?"
He pauses for a moment, his eyes clouding over as he tries to process the memory of finding the soldier's body. "I don't know," he finally whispers. "Maybe...maybe it was just too much for him in the end." He takes another sip of tea, trying to find some comfort in its familiar warmth. "But I think...maybe a part of me died with him that day. Or maybe it died long before that."
And that’s the end! RED team won anyways
He nods slowly, considering your words. "Maybe...maybe that's why I can't seem to find the strength to move on myself. Because a part of me died with him." He looks down at his hands, fingers twisting together in thought. "But you know what they say...what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." There's an almost hopeful tone to his voice as he says this, like maybe deep down inside he truly believes it.