There's very little about Henry that William doesn't like. The once quiet, borderline shy type, it was a wonder they got on so well early on. William had had to lay his charm on thick to get the man to open up, but once he did, being in each other's orbits was as natural as breathing.
Opposites in every way save for their height, he's certain the phrase 'opposites attract' was coined solely for the two of them.
William is tall and willowy thin, bony with a disposition some might call sunny if one was too ignore the permanent eye bags he conceals every morning. Henry is a scant few inches shorter, built like a man meant to be hauling logs over his shoulders rather than performing inside of a mascot. While William isn't someone who found attraction in certain body types, the fact that Henry's belly was large enough to hang over the top of his work jeans stirred his loins.
Henry is fat but strong, agile in ways William himself wishes he were. He's devastatingly handsome, manly, in opposition to William's more effeminate bone structure.
Henry is also kind and warm. Quiet, and well put together. Henry Henry Henry.
But best of all, the two of them share one particular kind of taste no one but them knows.
It makes William insanely horny to watch Henry use the hole of a little girl who's wandered into the safe room. He'd made sure to target the family whose parents looked neglectful, who proved to be while getting drunk off their asses in a family establishment. These little ones are always the easy ones to make disappear on a busy Friday night.
William pulls a drag from his cigarette as he glances at the security monitors, the hustle and bustle of his employees running around the crowded restaurant guaranteeing that they will not get interrupted.
"Maybe this will help take the edge off," William says, gesturing at the girl who looks far smaller than her self-identified five years old.
Henry grunts, sinking all the way in and staying there, one of his meaty hands holding her down. "She's sure a nice feelin' hole."
William's cock twitches. "I bet."
He's been at it for twenty minutes and William envies his self-control. If he'd been the one balls deep in such a tight little cunt, he would have fucked it like a dog about to pop a knot inside a bitch. But Henry's patient, and has the stamina to go for hours.
Their sponsors have been unreasonable as of late, demanding payouts that far exceed their contracts simply because the pizzeria is making much more than any of them anticipated. Between the paperwork, lawyers, and Henry's second job as a single father, his anger has been quick to spark.
William's done his due diligence. Has sucked him off, provided his asshole for Henry to pound, and while it's helped, it hasn't whisked the stress away completely.
"Fuck her harder," William murmurs, blowing smoke into the room. "I can't hear your balls slapping her cunt through all the racket outside."
Henry chuckles. "Not the least bit of remorse at watching an old man use such a young thing."
Quite the opposite. To prove to Henry just how much it turns him on, William unzips and takes out his rigid cock. "I'm looking forward to sloppy seconds."
The little girl who's name they did not bother with has long since stopped moving, and William is sure that were he to hold a finger to her nose, no breath would tickle it. It makes this easier, really. No screaming, no struggling. Though, she did struggle, enough to arouse them both, but they were now done with teasing.
Henry slips out and holds her on his hip like he does with Charlotte, his bare legs moving them further into the safe room, behind a line of dormant arcade cabinets. Back here, amidst still packaged materials and supplies, is a couch and a coffee table. He uses neither furniture, choosing instead to shift around a pile of boxes.
He lays her on her back, over a tarp covering the box conveniently at the level of his groin. He pushes up her shirt, exposing her to him. His fingers clamp around her nipples as he rests his cock on her belly. It's long enough to reach between said nipples, almost as wide as she is, and it's no wonder she stopped breathing.
William approaches them, the side of his hip resting on the box as he looks down at Henry's handiwork. It took him weeks to train his body to take Henry cock while fully erect. He can only just imagine how it must have been for her to take it all in one vicious thrust.
"Like what you see?" Henry says, reaching out to caress William's cheek.
"You fucked the life right out of her."
"Her body's still warm."
William touches her and he's right. Her skin is still warm, still soft, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her abused belly. He pushes his hand further down, squeezing her little chubby pussy lips together before leaning down and licking them. He drags the tip of his tongue up their seam and gasps when Henry grabs his achingly hard cock.
William pushes his long fingers into her cunt and she's so stretched out but so wet, her body doing what it was naturally made to do when a cock slips inside. He keeps his fingers inside as he licks and kisses, stomach fluttering at how good she tastes and feels. Henry slowly jerking him off does wonders, too.
Speaking of Henry, William angles his head just enough to kiss his massive balls, no doubt painfully heavy with weeks' worth of unspent seed.
"You can use her throat while I keep raping her pussy," Henry purrs. "No risk of her trying to bite your dick."
William shakes his head. "I want to watch her body ragdoll on your glorious cock." He steps just out of the way enough to grab the girl's ankles, and pull her legs up and to the side. "Ruin her hole and pump her full of your hot cum."
Henry reaches under his belly to grab his cock by the base, humming pleasantly. "You'd see me knock up every whore in Hurricane, if you could."
If William had a womb he'd beg Henry to breed him like a bitch in heat. "It's only right," he says, spreading the girl's cunt as Henry's cockhead searches for it without looking. "There's no hole that shouldn't be exposed for you to fuck, Henry. Your semen deserves to be in every womb, developed or not. Every whore should be bearing your beautiful children."
Henry's cock finds its destination, and William watches with wide eyes, mouth watering, as it stretches the girl's cunt to impossible lengths. They both moan, and William can track Henry's cock's journey up her body. Its shape is clearly visible as it pushes up her belly and into her chest.
Henry's hand is large enough to wrap around her waist. He holds tight as he lifts her up just enough, and uses her like a stroker.
William fears he'll cum the moment he touches himself, so he doesn't. He watches her limbs flail, limp head lolling violently as Henry furiously masturbates with her body, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open.
It's the most stunning Henry has ever looked to him. Sweaty, concentrated, lost in a pleasure so vile and wretched William wishes he could immortalize him like this. He adores that Henry lets him see him like this, a filthy little secret only the two of them know.
Henry drops her back on the box, returns to a slow pace that inflates her body over and over. He pulls out to the tip before pushing all the way in again, over and over at a leisurely pace.
"Very few things feel this good on my cock," he says, taking William's cigarette for a drag. "Your asshole is one of them, Bill."
"And cunts not meant to be used yet?" William says breathlessly, smoke blown into his waiting mouth.
Henry groans, bending over enough to rest his forearms on the box. The girl is effectively buried under his fat and William's cock throbs.
Henry goes back to plowing, pistoning in and out of that stretched hole so hard and fast that the boxes creak under the weight. He growls like an animal, a snarl as brutal as his thrusts. No longer a stroker, but a fleshlight wedged between the couch cushions for a hormonal teenage boy to fuck. Nothing matters outside of his pleasure, beyond the walls of their degenerate hunger.
"About to blow inside this little bitch's hole," Henry snaps, "gonna give her all my special milk, paint her insides with it."
William reaches behind Henry to place a hand underneath his heavy balls, giving them a soft squeeze. "Do it. You know she'd be begging for it if she could. For Mr. Emily to keep his penis inside her like her daddy does to her mommy, to make her a mommy too."
Henry slams into her one more time before going still, his entire body trembling as he cums and cums and cums with a long, drawn out moan. "Fuck, Bill."
"My turn," William says, a hand on Henry's sweaty shoulder. He gives him a kiss, one that's open mouthed and all drool and tongue, before he pulls out with a loud plop.
William is quick to plug her up again, not wanting Henry's cum to escape her insides. There's so much of it that pushing in is enough to make the white stuff squirt out around his shaft, and his hips involuntarily stutter at how obscene it is. Truly sloppy seconds, and William grabs her tiny hips and starts fucking with abandon.
That stretched out cunt sucks him right in, and with his hands on her shoulders, needlessly pushing her down as he stands on the tips of his feet, he fucks in and out of her faster than Henry did.
"Fucking hell, that's exquisite," William says with a delighted laugh, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "This is for every headache you little runts cause me."
"Worth it if they can make you feel this good," Henry murmurs next to ear. "I've never felt this satiated…."
William moans. "You're just as wonderful, Hen. Getting your rocks off by using little holes...I bet you'll dream of how those death throws felt on your cock." Henry's hand wraps around his throat and William moans again. "Yes."
"Maybe next time it can be your turn to feel it. Too tight walls spamming around you before they stop all together. You fucked it so good that you changed it in the most powerful way."
William slams all the way in and cums, his vision briefly going whiter than the cream inside the body on his cock. He groans as Henry's hand tightens, hips stuttering with orgasmic aftershocks as his balls spit out every last drop.
"Delicious," William murmurs, Henry's mouth on his. "May things never change."