What Goes Around... Ch. 04

Good day everyone, new commission, this time a sequel to the 'What goes around' series. Hope you enjoy and again, thanks to the requester for letting me post it.

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It's been three months since Jason and Sylvie came back from their honeymoon. Honeymoon that was packed with 'interesting' events; Jason was forced to split his attention between being a loving and caring new husband, satisfying his wife both emotionally and sexually, and being a total cock and cum whore for the devilish femboy that had taken over his life a few weeks before that.

It required the man a lot of effort and a few sleepless nights to make sure Sylvie never finds out about his dirty little secret, cleaning the cum stains on their sheets forced out of him by the boi meat stretching his ass when she wasn't there, biting down on his cheeks to muffle his slutty moans when Chris reshaped his guts in the next room, making him tongue his ass and balls before sending him back to his wifey, and of course, making sure the vibrating buttplug was secured snugly in his ruined hole whenever Jason was trying to make love to his woman.

The femboy wasn't kind enough to remove it during those special moments. No, if anything he enjoyed torturing the poor bastard even more. He was relentless, merciless, and ruthless. His sadistic tendencies were at their peak and Jason had to learn a whole new meaning of 'self-control.'

It wasn't easy, but in the end, Jason managed to come back from the honeymoon without letting the secret out. Though he couldn't tell how much longer he'd be able to keep up the facade.

A few days after their return, however, Jason had stopped receiving messages from Crystal. No texts, no audios, no videos, no pictures, nothing. At first, the young man was glad to have a break from the stripper's torment. He finally got to enjoy his new life as a newly wed couple with Sylvie. But that was short lived, as much as he enjoyed this new found peace, Jason couldn't help but think that Chris was just around the corner, preparing new ways to torment and sexually torture him. After all, he did leave the young man with a butt plug in his ass to keep it ready for action at all times.

And so the days passed, then weeks, then months. Jason is leading a healthy life, going to the gym, taking care of himself and over all doing better than he has for the past couple of years of his life. Three months have passed since Crystal's last text and yet no sign of the devilish trap. Eventually, the paranoia turned into a feeling of emptiness.

As much as it surprised and repulsed him to admit it, he was becoming restless, desperate, and craving the attention. His body was longing for the femboy's touch, his scent, his voice. His ass was twitching and clenching on the toy, clutching to it like a child would a parent's parting gift. He truly loved his wife and what they had but it was just not enough anymore, he had grown to addicted to the fat, slab of fuck meat attached to the sexy trap. This couldn't go on, he had to do something about it. He needed to know what was happening.

One day, Jason walks in the apartment after a long day of work. He hangs his keys on the rack and kicks off his shoes, a small sigh escaping his lips. It's been a long and exhausting day. The man's head is heavy with thoughts. His boss has been riding his ass for the past month, demanding he works overtime and take on more responsibilities.

"Long day?" Sylvie asks from the kitchen as she makes dinner.

"Tell me about it..." He replies with a groan. He sits down in the living room and pulls out his phone and puts it down on the coffee table next to the couch he's on. "What's for dinner?"

"I'm trying something new, chicken curry." She says with excitement in her voice.

"Sounds lovely!" Jason retorts, too tired to emote properly. He picks up his phone and heads to the app store, contemplating the idea of downloading instagram and opening an account. He knows his wife, friends and pretty much everyone he knows already has one, he's not against the idea, it's just he always thought it was silly to share pictures and videos of yourself and everything you do to random people. But now, he sees it as a potential distraction from how boring his life is becoming.

After installing the app and creating an account, Jason adds his contacts to 'friend's list.' "Wow, they really post anything, huh?" He remarks as he starts scrolling through his contact's reels. He continues doom scrolling for the better chunk of half an hour before his finger stops moving as his eyes lock onto one picture in particular, a post by the user 'c_crystal123', where they tag his best friend Jimmy's profile. It's a picture of him and a 'girl' that recognizes all too well, Chris. The femboy is smiling and posing with his arm around Jimmy, their cheeks pressed together. The caption reads 'Me and my boyfriend.'

His heart skips a beat. He clicks the picture, then on Jimmy's username. A few more clicks and he lands on his friend's page. His breath gets caught in his throat as he sees the same picture on his profile. He scrolls a bit more and sees another photo. Jimmy, Chris, and two other guys he recognizes as Jimmy's friends, having a great time, with the caption 'Out with the boys.' Another picture of Jimmy and Chris kissing, 'First kiss in public.' Another one with Chris seemingly coming out of a shower, his hair drenched and dripping, tagging Jimmy with the caption 'Missed you this morning.' And much more.

Jason's stomach does flips, his heart starts racing, his palms get sweaty and his breathing becomes rapid. He puts his phone down and leans back into the couch. He tries to calm himself, to rationalize. But his mind races and his stomach churns. The pictures were dated just five days after his and Sylvie's return from the honeymoon. "FUCK! He's going after Jimmy too now? Did he tell him about us? Did he show him the videos? Why did Jimmy never tell me he was with him? Does he know that Chris is a guy?" So many questions race through the man's mind, it's a wonder how his brain didn't short cut itself.

"Dinner's ready!" He hears his wife call out.

Jason rubs his temples with his thumb and middle finger, trying to calm himself. "I'll just ask Jimmy tomorrow, yeah? Sounds like a good plan..." He thinks before getting up and heading to the dinning room to eat with his wife.

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~The next day.~

Today's Saturday, so no work for Jason. He takes this opportunity to work on what he saw yesterday. He reaches out to Jimmy.

"Hello? Jimmy?"

"Hey man how have you been? Sorry for being a stranger the last few months, I was busy with something."

"Y-yeah, I could see that. I... Euh... I got an Instagram account and I saw the pics you posted."

"You did?"

"Yeah... Who's the girl? You two look pretty close, huh?"

"Yeah, we kinda are. "

"That's a bit odd, you know? I... Euh... I always thought you'd be fifty before you ever got into a relationship. In fact, you're the one who said that."

He laughs. "Well what can I say? Never say never, I guess."

"Yeah... yeah. So how did it happen?"

"Well I mean, she did give me her number at your wedding. I just called her like a week or two later and we hit it off."

"You... You two banged?"

"Nah, nah... I mean... We did a few things here and there. She gives insane blowjobs and handjobs but we haven't... You know."

"Yeah, yeah... I get it..."

"Did you need something?"

"No, no... Just wanted to check if you were dead."

"Appreciate it."

"Alright, see you man."

"Yeah, take care."

After trying to distract himself from the issue, only to ultimately end up spending most of the day scrolling through both Jimmy and Chris's accounts, he decides that he's had enough. "Going out with the boys, probably gonna be late, don't wait for me." He says before bolting out of the apartment, not leaving Sylvie the time to reply.

After getting into his car, he decides to go straight to the source of the problem. He dials Crystal's number, after a few rings the call cuts. "Did he hang up on me?" He gives it a few more rings and this time, he is sent directly to his voice mail box. He sighs and looks out his window. The sun is already down. Jason clicks his tongue before saying. "Fuck it." And ignites the engine and drives to the strip club where Crystal works.

Once arrived, he parks his car and makes his way to the entrance of the club. "H-hey, I'm looking for Cr-" He tries to ask the bouncer but is quickly silenced by the big muscular black man raising a hand to shush him.

"Get in line, buddy." He simply says.

Jason looks towards the said line and sees that it's a good fifty to sixty feet long. "I just wanna know if Crystal is working tonight, okay?" He tries to ask again but the bouncer just gives him a stern look. "We... Euh... We're old friends... " He adds, giving the man a handshake and slipping him a fifty dollars bill.

The bouncer raises an eyebrow then smiles. "Oh, yeah, alright. I remember you, now, yeah. Get in, get in." He says, his mood completely changing from a few seconds ago.

The young man gives him a nod and enters. Inside the club is as he remembers it. Dark, neon lights, the scent of smoke mixed with the faintest hint of booze, music so loud, you'd think it could bust an eardrum and a few stages with poles, most of which are occupied by girls and what he imagines to be other femboys, judging by how undeveloped their chests are, wearing the usual skimpy, sexy, slutty outfits, dancing seductively to the music, rubbing their crotches and asses against the metal rod for a dollar or two, as the patrons sitting at base of the stages cheer on and throw their money at them. The whole place made Jason's skin crawl, he never was a fan of these kinds of places, always thought it was for desperate, sad old fucks that couldn't get laid, yet now, he can't help but feel like a hypocrite as he stares at them in disgust.

He shakes his head, dismissing those thoughts and focusing back on his goal. He asks one of the strippers serving cocktails. "H-hey, I'm looking for Crystal, you seen him?"

"Crystal? Yeah I seen him."

"Okay, can you tell me where I can find him?"

"I could but, you gonna have to pay, honey." She replies with a wink, rubbing her thumb an index finger together.

Jason rolls his eyes but relents and pulls out a ten dollars bill. "God, fine. Here. Now where?"

The woman playfully kisses the bill and slips it under her bikini bra. "Right over there, honey." She points at the VIP rooms in the back. "He's busy giving a private dance to some birthday boy or something."

Jason looks over where she's pointing and sees another bouncer guarding the entrance. "Thank you... say, could you get me in?" He asks, giving her a hundred dollar bill and slipping it down her bra.

The stripper lets out a laugh. "Yeah sure thing, hun. Follow me."

Jason follows the woman through the crowd, towards the bouncer. The man gives a grunt and a nod before letting them through. "There you go, hun."

"Thanks." The young man starts looking through the rooms, knocking on each one before apologizing when someone opens the door and he sees it's not Chris. After a few doors, he goes for one more, and as he reaches for the knob, the door clicks open and a guy comes out, adjusting his neck tie and suit. The man freezes for a second before pushing past him, head down, hiding his face.

"Well, well, well... Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Married-man.~" The trap chimes with his usual, smug and cheeky tone from inside the room.

Jason turns around to face him. "I..." The young man is at loss of words, it's been three months since he's seen the femboy and yet, it's like he is back to the honeymoon.

"You what? Swallowed your tongue?" Crystal retorts with a chuckle. He is wearing his usual stripper attire; A purple set of bra, that hugs his smooth chest, a g-string that Jason still can't figure out how it manages to hide his donkey pipe, and high heels with a sparkly red boa around his neck and a slutty pair of fishnet stockings. His makeup is a bit different, darker, heavy around the eyes with a popping red lipstick. "So why are you here?~"

Jason blinks a couple of times, snapping himself from the daydream he was having. "Wh-what do you mean why am I here? You know perfectly well!" He slightly raises his voice.

The impish femboy only tilts his head to the side, raises an eyebrow and purses his lips in response.

"Jimmy! Really? What the fuck??!" Jason blurts out, starting to lose patience.

Crystal exhales and rolls his eyes. "Get in already." He calmly says, gently kicking the door open with the tip of his foot and stepping aside.

Jason steps in and hears Crystal close the door behind him. He looks up for a moment, scanning the corners of the ceiling for a few seconds before grabbing a chair and dragging it to the right corner.

"What are you doing?" Chris asks curiously.

"Not making the same mistake twice." He retorts, standing on the chair and reaching up for the security camera and unplugging it.

Crystal lets out an amused laugh as he watches Jason come down and turn to face him. "I see you learned your lesson.~" He coos, biting his lip. "But not completely, huh? Otherwise you wouldn't be here. So, what is it you really wanna say?~"

"You... " Jason starts before falling silent, looking for his words, a confused, annoyed expression on his face as he looks down for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as his eyes shoot up, glaring daggers at his tormentor. "What the hell? Why did you just stop... Why did you just end it like that? Why Jimmy? is it to get back at me? And how did you even get close to him? Did you use the same shit on him you did with me? Huh? Did you blackmail him too? Does he know you blackmailed me into becoming your fucking slave?!!" He yells, his body trembling as his fist tightens up and he grits his teeth.

Chris simply stares at the fuming young man, a faint hint of surprise on his face.

"SAY SOMETHING! HUH?!" He shouts, the silence in the room becoming deafening.

Crystal's lips slowly stretch into a smirk. "You've been working out.~"

Jason's eyebrows frown in confusion. "What?"

"I said, you've been working out.~" The stripper slowly steps closer to him, his high heels clicking on the floor. "That's good, I like it.~" He slowly begins circling the young man, like a hyena circling a wounded gazelle. "Your chest is more developed, pecs harder.~" He glides a hand over Jason's chest, feeling the tense muscles.

"Wh-what re you doing? This- " Jason tries to speak up but is immediately shushed by Chris, cutting him.

"Your buddy Jimmy kept burning my phone with calls and messages, I just accepted to meet him so he would shut up. I was gonna let him off gently but... He kinda grew on me.~" He wraps his arm around Jason's chest, his hand slowly traveling south, feeling the bumps of his abs as it slowly makes it's way to his crotch. "He still doesn't know I'm a guy though, that'd be pretty funny to see.~"

Jason stands still, torn between the feeling of anger boiling within him and the feeling of submissiveness, arousal, and desire for the stripper's touch.

"We only kissed and fooled around so far, nothing crazy.~" Chris's hand slides under Jason's pants and underwear before closing around his already hardening meat. "Mmmh, someone's been enjoying their chastity cage free three months.~" He sultrily whispers into his ear. "Is that why you're here? Were you jealous of Jimmy? Were you afraid I'd make him my new bitch? That I'd give him the treatment that I gave you?" Crystal's hand begins dancing in Jason's pants, stroking his dick to full mast. "Is that what worries you, my horny little faggot?"

The young man's breath becomes heavy, he raises his head and rests it on the femboy's shoulder. "N-no..." He moans out, clearly in denial.

The trap chuckles, not at all convinced. "No?" He playfully repeats, his other hand slipping into the valley of his ass cheeks and grabbing a handful of meat, giving it a rough squeeze and shake before dragging his nails on it with an upward motion.

Jason lets out a whimper as his eyes flutter at the sudden assault, his hole quivering around the butt plug he, until now, forgot he had snugly sitting inside him.

The femboy lets go of the man's cock and uses that hand to pull up his shirt. Jason doesn't resist and actually helps him remove it. "Good boy. Now let's what you're hiding between your lovely cheeks.~" He teases before unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop along with his boxers on the floor.

Jason's heart is racing, his breath heavy and irregular as his body tingles in arousal, he bites his cheeks as Crystal slowly parts his buns, revealing the metallic toy that's been lodged inside his man-cunt.

Chris smiles, playfully tapping the round end of the plug, sending vibrations right into the man's prostate. He watches him as his hips thrust forward, and hears the moan escaping from his lips. "My, my, did you miss this?~" Crystal asks in a mock-motherly voice.

The femboy doesn't wait for his response as he grips the toy and slowly, he eases it out of him, Jason's hole, desperate and needy to stay filled, clinging to it for a few moments, sucking on the plug and trying to swallow it back in before it is finally extracted with a ~POP~. Crystal licks his lips in satisfaction, his eyes fixated on Jason's puffy, soft, gaping hole, pulsing, twitching, and begging to be filled and ravished as it clenches around nothing but air. "Let me hear it.~"

Jason eyes are lust-filled, his face, flushed. He takes a couple of deep breaths as he bites his lips, hesitating.

"Come on. It's easy, really. You'll feel much better after, I promise.~" The femboy teases, slapping his right globe playfully, making the boy whimper.

Jason lowers his head for a moment, and closes his eyes before speaking up. "I-I want your... C-cock" His voice barely above a whisper, barely audible.

Chris snorts. "What was that?" Feigning not hearing him.

Jason, having some ounce of dignity left in him still, stiffly says. "I'm not saying it... again."

The trap grins wickedly and slides pulls his G-string to the side, releasing his fat cock, and plops it between the young man's globes. "Oh well, that's alright. I just have to remind you who owns you.~" He brings his hands to Jason's hips and begins gently grinding himself between his soft, smooth, ass cheeks.

"Oh my fucking God...~" He whimpers as the smooth, hot meat glides up and down, back and forth against his puckered anus and sensitive taint.

"Tell me how bad you want this fat dick." The femboy coos in his ear.

"I-I... I...~" He gasps as his ass tenses up and a moan escapes from his mouth as the tip of Chris's cockhead brushes against his needy, pulsating entrance.

"Yes?~" Crystal whispers into his ear as he rubs his rod between the young man's buns. "Say it, say you're my bitch, and you need me, my big dick and cum in your fucking cunt."

"Y-you..." His breath hitching as his eyes roll up, a loud, throaty groan coming from him. "Ahh-Aaaah! You know wh-what I need..." He moans out.

"Nuh-uh, say it, faggot. I wanna hear you say it." The femboy coos as he stops moving.

The husband is in no condition to fight back and instead of holding his dignity, he says. "Y-you know what I need... Y-your... C-Cock, your fat dick... "

The femboy reaches for Jason's chest from behind and pinches his nipples as he clicks his tongue. "It'll have to do for now, but you'll have to work on this. Now get on all fours like the good bitch you are.~"

The husband obeys, slowly dropping on his hands and knees, his eyes looking down on the ground in defeat.

Crystal walks behind him, eyeing his round, bubbly ass. "What a fine, little, peach." He purrs as he leans forward, rubbing his girth in the valley of his ass as his hand grabs handfuls of meat. He spreads the cheeks and watches with glee as the hole contracts and twitches before spitting a glob of saliva onto his winking man-cunt. The stripper slaps his fuck pipe and slides it along the man's ass crack, leaving behind a wet, shiny trail as the head reaches his asshole and rubs against his rim, teasing the slut.

Jason grits his teeth as his breath gets caught in his throat, his legs are trembling from excitement as the femboy above him tortures him, with slow and calculated movements, pushing the tip of his rod in for just a few inches, then pulling back, repeating this action, over and over again. The poor bastard's asshole is puckered, needy, desperate to swallow the fuckmeat.

Chris can see it. His eyes fixated on Jason's desperate ring as it twitches and pulses. He bites his lip, letting out a low growl. The femboy pulls his hips back and lines up his fag destroyer with his shitter, the swollen head of his rod parting the ring as it slides into his soft, moist, hot bowels. The slut beneath him shudders, and let's out a low, guttural groan. Crystal smiles at that and begins thrusting in, and out, his pace picking up gradually as Jason's moans fill the room. He reaches over for Jason's neck and brings his head up, so the young man can have a good view of his face in the mirror in front of them as his asshole gets rearranged. "That's a good bitch! I bet your wife isn't making you moan like this. Right?!!" The femboy sneers, his tone low and breathy as his fat pole fills the bitch.

Jason is in another world. His body tingles from pleasure, his insides clenching on the rod as it pistons in and out of him, sending wave after wave of toe-curling sensations throughout his body. He lets out a low, slutty whimper, unable to speak up, only capable of drooling and letting his tongue out, like a bitch in heat.

Chris tightens the hold on his neck and pulls his head back, almost like one would with a dog. He increases his pace, the wet slaps of flesh and grunts coming from both of them echoing in the room.

~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~

Crystal shows no mercy to the cockdrunk faggot as he relentlessly rams his horsecock inside of him and slamming his entire body forward, against Jason, making his ass cheeks clap around the beast, his plump bubble butt cushioning the brutal thrust and the impact of Crystal's hips with his fat nuts slapping against his own. "You've been working your ass, huh? I can feel how bigger it got since last time.~" He whispers in his ear as his fat prick pistons in and out of him, like a steam-driven pump, pumping and pressing his prostate gland and stretching his tight, little fuckhole to its absolute limits. "Look at you, already about to cum, huh?" Crystal says with a smug smirk, his grip around his throat tightening slightly, making Jason whimper as his eyes roll up. "Tell me, what are you?" The femboy asks as he grinds into Jason's prostate, making him moan even louder and drool all over himself.

"F-FUCK! F-FUCK!" Jason screams out in between moans as the femboy keeps flattening his cum button.

"Mmh? What was that?~" Crystal asks with a hint of disappointment. "Louder please.~" The femboy hisses in his ear as he slams into him, the tip of his fag breeder kissing the man's prostate.

Jason's cock is oozing precum. He can't take much more, but his mind is too far gone to understand what he needs to do to end it and receive his long-awaited climax. Chris grunts as his rod keeps pounding the man's tight guts into a sopping wet mess. "Say it, slut.~" Crystal hisses through clenched teeth as he releases his grip around the husband's neck, letting his face fall into a pool of saliva and pre. "Alright, let's try something different, here.~" Chris coos before stopping his thrusts. "No more cock for you until you say it.~" He sternly says as he brings his hand down on the Jason's butt and slaps it with all he's got. The loud wet ~CLAP~ of flesh makes the young man let out a high-pitched scream.

The femboy grins maliciously at that. He begins rubbing Jason's ass, soothing his handprint-covered ass cheek. "Just say it, slut.~"

Jason gulps hard, taking a few more breaths, his heart pounding against his chest as he feels it climb into his throat, the feeling of anxiety overwhelming him. He knows that once he admits it, once the words leaves his mouth, there's no going back. But he can't deny his desire, his need for Chris' cock, his dominance. He can't even pretend to ignore how his ass and hips are bucking back against the trap's cock, trying so desperately to swallow it back. "I... I..." His hands ball up into fists and he clenches his jaws before he yells at the top of his lungs, as if to push all his fear and anxiety away. "I WANT YOUR COCK! I MISSED IT DURING THIS PAST THREE MONTHS! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME LIKE YOU DID BEFORE!" His chest rising and falling in rapid succession, the blood pumping in his ears.

Chris smiles wickedly and simply responds. "Good boy.~" Before pulling out completely. The bottom's eyes widen at the sudden empty feeling. He quickly turns around, a pleading look on his face as his body twitches in need. Crystal leans in and wraps his arms around Jason's head before kissing him deeply, sliding his tongue in the young man's mouth, exploring his cavity and feeling up every part of the warm, soft, moist place.

Jason is caught off-guard and stiffens at the sudden, passionate display of affection from his tormentor and soon relaxes into the kiss. As he does, he feels the hung trap's fingers knocking on his backdoor, asking for entry.

Chris smiles at Jason's eagerness as he lets out a deep, guttural groan of approval. His ass practically swallowing up his fingers. "F-fuuuuck..." The cheater growls into his mouth. His dick, sandwiched between both of them, oozing precum all over their bodies. His eyes slowly roll back as the trap expertly rubs and pushes on his prostate, sending wave after wave of toe-curling sensations throughout his entire being. His hips slowly, but firmly begin rolling, humping his manhood in the tight crevasse between the stripper's belly and his own, grinding and smearing their abdomens in precum as his ass twitches around Chris' digits.

After a while of tongue kissing the newlywed, the stripper pulls out from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two. "Good slut. This is what you get for behaving.~" He teases. He then spreads Jason's legs with him lying on his back, about to take him missionary style, except, he pushes the man's legs towards his chest and gets up into a squatting position. "I'm going to really breed you, and I'm not gonna stop until you look pregnant.~"

Jason hears his heart pounding in his ears, 'am I actually falling in love right now?' He thinks before all thoughts are swayed away as his hungry cockmilker is fed what it craves. Chris slams his entire length in, balls deep in one, hard, fast motion. Jason's back arches as his mouth opens in a silent scream. He can feel every vein and inch of the thick, ribbed shaft of his tormentor as it drags in and out of him. The way he hits the spot inside of him, that no woman can touch, sends pleasure coursing through him in wave after wave, each time the boi's thick, girthy meat rams against his prostate, sends sparks shooting up his spine. Crystal grunts with each thrust, his breath hitching slightly, his hips crashing against the man's ass in rapid succession. He lifts the married homo's legs to his chest and grabs hold of Jason's hips, lifting his ass a bit more, angling his fag-wrecker to the right and then fucking the living lights out of his cunt.

Jason is completely out of it, his body jolting forward every time Chris slams his dick into his shithole, his own prick oozing pre as his prostate is relentlessly being mashed into a paste. "Uurgh Fuck! Come on whore! Cum for me!" The femboy demands as his rod plows deep into the young man's guts. The bottom lets out a scream and a deep growl. He's close. "Cum, bitch! Cum! CUM!!!" The femboy roars as he plows the slut, his cock throbbing, about to unleash its seed, the tip kissing his 'cervix.'

"F-FUUUUUCK!" The young man roars at the top of his lungs, his face scrunching in pure ecstasy, his cock twitches before it explodes, cum shooting from it and covering his belly in jizz. Jason's ass tightens around Crystal's fag destroyer, trying to milk it like a proper cocksleeve as it explodes inside of him, his heavy nuts, squeezing every last drop of baby-making seed out of their fat orbs into him.

Jason's body is twitching, his insides quivering around Chris' cock, massaging it as he empties his nuts inside his newly reinstated fag cunt. Crystal moans loudly and deeply as he continues thrusting and grinding into him. His legs are shaking from his powerful ejaculation but his determination to fuck Jason's mancunt until he has nothing left prevails. Crystal pants hard and deep as he continues his onslaught, his fucklog still pulsating and throbbing. He grins as Jason whimpers and gasps, his cock oozing what little semen it can after such a powerful climax. The trap feels him squeeze on his meat and his grin widens. The young man has no idea of the night he's about to experience.

Barely a minute after the femboy's behemoth stopped spewing it's yogurt, he lets out a deep, animalistic groan and grunts as he resumes plowing the man's shithole with reckless abandon, his nuts slapping against the young man's taint. His girthy slab of meat gliding effortlessly in and out of the sloppy, slippery fuckhole as Jason whimpers in bliss and pleasure. His toes are curling as his entire body quakes from the powerful orgasm that just overtook his entire being and the oncoming second climax. "Cum till your fucking brain goes full retard, bitch!!" The trap grunts as his gut poker rams back into his tight, warm bowels. He looks into the cock addict's eyes as he plunges into him, grinning maniacally as stirs his insides again and again. His walls tender and his prostate, bruised, mashed into paste from the assault. Jason's legs tremble, and shake uncontrollably, his entire being in a state of complete, over-sensitivity and overstimulation.

Crystal's cock keeps drilling deep inside him, sending shockwave after shockwave of toe-curling sensations into his prostate, forcing his mind and body to climax once more, his legs closing in on the femboy's waist, trying to bring him deeper. Jason's back arches and his chest is raised off the ground, his neck strains, his jaw clenching shut and his eyes roll up, a deep guttural growl escapes from his mouth as the pressure inside his groin reaches its breaking point. His cock erupts again, shooting his watery seed onto their bellies as his cocksleeve of a hole contracts around Crystal's invading monster in his climax. "Arghh, Fuck!! I love how you're fucking gripping me. Like a proper faggot.~" The femboy moans into the husband's ear before delivering a series of powerful, balls deep cock stabs into Jason's already raw ass with a loud, tired moan as his fuck hose explodes deep inside of the cheating faggot once again, his testes pulling up in their sack, pressing against Jason's ass and taint as he feels the cum-tanks dumping their payload and emptying, feeling like his stomach is growing and swelling as more and more of the femboy's warm spunk floods into him, coating his insides.

Chris lets out a content sigh as he enjoys the last few spurs and throbs of his orgasm. "From this day forth, you are my bitch, my cumsock, my cocksleeve, my... cheating fuck toy, got it?~" The trap matter of factly explains between pants, making sure to flex and contract his pelvis and cock muscles as tightly as he can to drive his point and stir the femboy soup he just fed the barely conscious slut.

Jason, unable to form any coherent words, let alone a sentence, just nods, completely accepting his faith, not without some joy.

"Good. We'll have to make this official though.~" He coos as he slowly pulls his cock out of the bottom catcher, the softening slab of fuck meat falling from Jason's asshole with an audible, wet, popping noise, followed by a river of his sperm spilling onto the floor from the gaping cum dump.

"O... fficial...?" The cum drunk husband murmurs softly.

"Don't worry about it, babe. I know a guy.~ " Chris smiles, satisfied at the job done. He sits of the armchair and leans back, spreading his shapely legs apart, his spent fuck pipe laying on his thigh, still semi-hard and sticky. "Night's not over, slut, get to cleaning and polishing my meat before my juices dry up. You might wanna call in sick for tomorrow, doubt you'll be able to walk.~" The femboy taunts as he makes a beckoning motion, signaling him to come to him, which the young man obediently obeys.

Crystal leans back on the couch, with an arm over the backrest and his head tilted slightly back as his cum-guzzling slave goes down on him, cleaning up the mess he's made with his tongue, a lewd smile on the femboy's lips, he couldn't be more content at his progress so far.

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~Three days later.~

For the past few days, Chris has been pounding, breeding, and filling the man with his potent ball broth at least two or three times a day, each session lasting well over two hours and always ending with the unfaithful slut, passed out from at least five or six powerful, mind-shattering orgasms. The man hasn't left Crystal's bed room since the night he was brought in, catching the femboy's cock and cumshots he was forced into a number of positions from the classics like missionary, doggy, and riding, to more 'interesting' ones like being piledriver fucked, mating pressed, and spoon fucked. The two lovers, if you can call them that, only ever stopped fucking to eat, rehydrate, sleep and make a few of calls.

The first one was Jason calling work to let them know he is sick and he won't be coming. It was quite a difficult task to do for the young man, especially with Chris grinding his cum button to a paste while he was on the phone.

The second call was The femboy himself, calling Jimmy to 'break up' with him. It was rather quick, he gave him the usual BS of 'it's not you, it's me.' and 'I need some time for myself.' and of course the good old 'We should start seeing other people.' All while holding Jason's gaze who was kneeling between the hung trap's legs, bobbing his head on his cock like the obedient whore he was, sucking on his heavy nuts, making the hung boi purr as his meat rod was serviced.

Jimmy being Jimmy, took the break up rather well, letting him know he hopes they remain friends to which the femboy reply with a "We'll see."

The final call was from Crystal. He dialed his 'buddy.' When Jason inquired about who he was calling, the femboy only replied with a wink before making the whore tongue his taint and asshole while he was talking. Due to Crystal's thick and pillowy ass, Jason could barely hear what he was saying as he was worshiping his boihole. After bringing him to climax with his red carpet, he asked again about the call. "You'll see soon enough, slut.~" Was all he replied.

On the evening of the third day, Jason was just barely able to stand, his legs felt like jello and his whole body was aching. Instead of driving home, he opted to just call an uber. On his trip back, he couldn't sit still, he was feeling extremely uncomfortable, not only because his mind was conflicted, with so many emotions, guilt, self loath, but also satisfaction, lust, desire working through him, but also because his ass was so sore from these past few days, it was painful just sitting. As he looked through the window, It was hard for him to decide if he was alright with what he did but he was sure of one thing, it will happen again, and again, and again. That, he knows for sure.

Arriving to destination, Jason pulls out his wallet to pay only for the driver to wave his hand at him. "Trip was already paid for, buddy." The young man raised an eyebrow in surprise, he was not expecting Chris to do such a gesture. He puts away his wallet and limps his way into his apartment building and into the elevator, groaning and grunting at the idea of facing his probably worried sick, wife.

The apartment's door's lock clicks open and in goes a tired, limping and messy looking Jason. He closes the door behind him and tosses his keys in the key dish on the small cabinet in the hallway with a sigh. "I'm home..." He says loud enough to let Sylvie, if she's here, hear him.

"Jason?" He hears his wife's worried voice coming from around the corner. "Where have you been??!! You've been gone for three fucking days!! I thought you got hit by a car or God knows what!" She says as she walks into the hall to look at her husband, worry painted all over her face.

"I texted you, didn't I?" He replies, his face and tone lazily screaming 'not now, please.'

She continues to ramble on for another minute before stopping to breath. "What happened to you? You look awful, you look like a hobbo, did you get mugged?"

"I'm alright, I just... I went to see Jimmy and... After that I just met up with some friends and we decided to have a... Euh... a boy's night... I guess? " He replies, avoiding his wife's gaze.

Sylvie furrows her brows.

Jason shifts in his place nervously, thinking. "They... Euh... We were so drained the next day that we decided to just stay together and have a day to catch up." He gulps as his mind flashes to the two days of family shaming sodomy and sex day Chris gave him. "W-we did some... Things." He continues with a weak smile, still looking at anywhere but her.

His wife gives him a disapproving look. "So that's why you didn't call and left me worried sick?" She asks, arms folded over her chest. "Don't you ever do that to me again, okay?"

The young man nods and smiles.

"Gosh, go take a shower or something, you look like you're about two inches away from death's doors." Sylvie dismissively says before returning to whatever she was doing.

Jason agrees and heads to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He splashes some water onto his face then stares into his reflection in the mirror with a mixed feeling of disgust, shame and a hint thrilled satisfaction. He then begins stripping off his clothes, slowly, painfully, his whole body sore like he just came back from the workout of a lifetime. "Fuck..." He curses under his breath as he sees on the mirror, the large diamond crystal tattoo on his right ass cheek, marking him as the femboy's property. "How am I gonna explain this now... " He gulps and stares at it for a moment before continuing stripping and going under the shower. The young man then turns on the hot water on, the scorching hot droplets washing over his skin, letting the warm water soothe his body before the events of the past three days comes rushing back to his mind. The new cock addict can't help but smile to himself as he feels a weird tinge in his lower stomach, something like an odd sensation of emptiness, a void within him that's calling for something... or rather... Someone. He reaches down, wrapping a hand around his hardening dick and taking the other to his backdoor, pleasuring himself as he reminisces about those wild two days, a smile spreading on his lips.

THE END