Corey didn't stop.
Even when Toby had gone completely limp beneath him, soft curvy body twitching with aftershocks, eyes glassy and unfocused, the smaller boy reduced to a whimpering, drooling mess on the seat, Corey kept fucking him.
His hips snapped forward in short, cocky thrusts, the tiny cocklet sliding in and out of Toby's cum-leaking hole with wet, obscene little schlicks that echoed through the cramped van.
Toby's plump ass jiggled weakly with every push, the soft flesh rippling in slow, exhausted waves, but Corey just grinned wider, white-dyed hair falling messily over his forehead as he gripped those wide hips tighter.
"Look at you, Toby… already mind-fucked and still taking it like a good little toy. You love this, don't you? Even when you can't even speak anymore."
Tommy, still kneeling nearby with his black hair slicked back and piercings glinting, watched with a mix of concern and arousal. He reached out, placing a hand on Corey's shoulder. "Hey… give the little guy a break, man. He's basically gone. Look at him — he's twitching like he's about to pass out."
Corey's head snapped toward Tommy, eyes narrowing with sudden arrogance.
"Shut up," he snapped, voice dripping with cocky superiority as he kept thrusting into Toby's limp body.
"You don't tell me what to do. I run this shit in here. If I want to keep fucking him until he forgets his own name, I will. You just sit there and watch like the good little spectator you are." He laughed low and mean, hips never slowing, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder as he got way too cocky, clearly convinced he was in complete control of the entire situation.
Kota had been watching the whole time, the frustration building in his chest like steam in a pressure cooker. He reached out, placing a firm hand on Corey's shoulder, fingers digging in just enough to make the femboy pause mid-thrust.
"Stop," Kota said, voice low and edged with warning. "He's had enough."
Corey looked up at him, that arrogant smirk still plastered on his face. "Fuck no. Make me."
The words hit Kota like a match to gasoline.
Something dark and pissed-off flared hot in his chest, the leftover dominance from the entire day surging forward as he grabbed Corey by the shoulders and yanked him off Toby in one powerful motion. Toby slumped forward with a soft, broken whimper, body still twitching, but Kota didn't have time to check on him.
He spun Corey around, locking him into a full nelson hold, arms threaded under Corey's and hands clasped behind the femboy's head, forcing his chest forward and his back arched. Corey's massive ass pressed back against Kota's still-hard cock, the plump cheeks spreading slightly from the position.
Corey got pissed for half a second, struggling against the hold, but then his expression shifted into that familiar, filthy smirk. "Oh? You wanted to disarm me just so you could fuck my ass? How romantic."
"Shut up," Kota growled, voice rough and dangerous as he adjusted his grip, the full nelson keeping Corey completely immobilized.
Corey only laughed, the sound turning breathy as he started rubbing and grinding his ass back against Kota's thick length. "Mmm, I like this new version of Kota. All mean and in charge. You gonna put me in my place, big guy? Or are you all talk?"
That was the final straw. Kota's irritation boiled over into raw action. He shoved Corey forward slightly, still keeping the full nelson locked tight, and thrust his massive cock straight into that plump, waiting ass in one brutal, deep stroke. The stretch was immediate and vicious — Corey's hole yielding with a loud, wet pop as the thick girth forced its way inside, stretching the femboy wider than he had been all day. Corey's moan was instant, high and broken, but he still tried to keep up the cocky attitude. "Is that all you got? A dildo machine fucks better than this—ahh—at this rate you're never gonna make me cum—"
Kota pistoned faster, hips slamming forward with powerful, punishing strokes that made Corey's massive ass ripple and clap loudly against his pelvis. The wet slap-slap-slap filled the van, the full nelson keeping Corey arched and helpless as Kota drove deeper, the fat head bullying his prostate on every thrust. Corey's bravado started cracking, his moans turning louder and needier, the cocky taunts dissolving into desperate whimpers. "Fuck—harder—wait—no—too much—ahh—please—"
Kota switched from the full nelson to a tight headlock, one strong arm wrapped around Corey's throat while the other held his hip, pulling him back onto every savage thrust. Corey's personality flipped completely in that moment, the arrogant top melting into a whimpering, begging bottom. "Kota—please—break—ahh—I need a break—but don't stop—fuck—more—choke me harder—your cock is ruining me—please—cum inside—fill me—make me yours—ahhh—!"
The begging pushed Kota right over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt with one final, brutal thrust, arm tightening around Corey's throat as he came hard, flooding the femboy's guts with thick, heavy ropes that overflowed almost immediately, leaking out around the thick base in warm, creamy trails that dripped down Corey's thighs. Corey let out a long, shattered moan, his own tiny cocklet spurting weakly onto the seat as he slumped in the headlock, completely mind-broken, body twitching with aftershocks.
Tommy had been jerking off furiously to the entire sight, his hand flying over his own cock while he watched Kota dominate Corey. When Kota finally released the headlock and turned his attention toward him, Tommy's eyes widened, hand freezing mid-stroke. He tried to change the subject, voice shaky and nervous. "I umm… had uhh… I think I've had enough fun and I have to go home—"
Kota got fully hard again in an instant, the thick length surging upward as he dropped the massive, still-leaking cock heavily onto Tommy's face with a meaty slap. The goth boy's eyes crossed slightly as the weight settled across his cheek and nose, the musky heat pressing against his skin while pre-cum smeared across his lips.