Kota stood up slowly, chest heaving, legs still a little unsteady from the long, brutal fuck session that had just ended. Thick strands of cum and lube dripped from his heavy, still half-hard cock as he walked across the dim room, the cool concrete rough under his bare feet. He dropped heavily into the chair he had been tied to earlier, the wood creaking under his weight.
His breathing was ragged, deep pulls of air that did nothing to calm the fire still burning low in his gut. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to collect himself, the weight of everything that had happened today pressing down on him like a physical thing.
When he opened his eyes again, Kin was already there between his spread thighs. The femboy had crawled over on his knees without making a sound, pale face flushed, eyes glassy with that same unhinged hunger. Kin's soft pink tongue was already dragging slowly across the fat, leaking tip of Kota's cock, collecting the messy mix of cum and precum with obvious relish. His black lipstick was smudged and ruined from earlier, leaving faint dark streaks along the veiny shaft as he licked and kissed the head like it was something holy.
"Mmm… the matrix is fighting back harder than I thought," Kin murmured between long, wet licks, voice breathy and trembling with excitement. One manicured hand wrapped around the thick base, stroking slowly while his tongue swirled around the swollen head.
"The big government… they know we're close. That's why they sent the signal through the elevator. They monitor sexual energy spikes, you know? Every time a real cock like yours gets hard, it creates a glitch in the simulation. They're scared. That's why they keep everyone with tiny nubs and hyper-sensitive asses—so we stay distracted, so we never build enough pressure to break the code. But you… you're different. You're the anomaly. The immune one. AH—fuck, it tastes so good…"
Kin's hand pumped faster, slick sounds filling the quiet room as he stroked the massive length from base to tip, thumb rubbing over the sensitive underside while his tongue kept working the head in messy, eager circles. He kept talking the entire time, words spilling out faster and faster between soft, needy moans.
"Mmm… ahh… the chemtrails were never about weather… they were suppressing our testosterone so we'd all shrink and become bottoms… ahh… the moon landing was faked to hide the real lunar bases where they run the simulation servers… mmmph… fluoride in the water? That was to calcify our pineal glands so we couldn't see the glitches… ahh… birds aren't real, they're drones watching our orgasms… the Vanishing wasn't random, it was population control to create this exact hierarchy… ahhh… every major war was staged to distract from the real controllers… mmm… JFK knew about the femboy agenda… they killed him because he was about to expose the cock shrinkage protocol…" (son im crine)
Kota's head fell back against the chair, a low groan rumbling in his chest. The combination of Kin's warm, wet tongue and that tight, stroking hand felt stupidly good, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. His cock throbbed harder in Kin's grip, thickening even more as the femboy kept yapping through every conspiracy theory he could pull from whatever broken part of his brain still functioned.
"Shut the fuck up for once," Kota panted, voice rough and edged with frustration, even as his hips twitched upward into the stroking fist. "Just… ahh… just suck it and be quiet."
Kin moaned softly at the command, the sound vibrating against the head of Kota's cock. "Mmmph… but the lizards… they control the banks and the porn industry… ahh… they engineered the Great Ass Expansion to keep us all distracted with jiggling cheeks so we'd never question reality… mmm… the Titanic never sank, it was a cover for moving simulation hardware…"
Kota's patience snapped. He reached down, tangled his fingers tight in Kin's hair, and shoved the femboy's head forward. Kin's rambling cut off into a wet, choking gag as Kota forced several thick inches straight into his throat. The sudden stretch made Kin's eyes water instantly, black lipstick smearing heavily along the veiny shaft as his lips stretched wide around the girth. Soft, muffled moans vibrated around the cock—mmph… mmmph… ahh…—while Kin's hand kept stroking what he couldn't fit in his mouth, twisting and pumping in messy, eager strokes.
"Glk—glk—glk—mmphhh…" Kin choked and slurped, tears streaming down his cheeks again as Kota held him there, letting the tight throat convulse and flutter around the invading length. The wet, filthy sounds of the sloppy blowjob filled the room completely.
Kota kept his hand fisted in the black hair, panting hard as the incredible suction and the constant vibration of Kin's moans worked him over. "You and your stupid brother… you just fucked everything up," he growled, voice low and angry, hips starting to rock forward in shallow thrusts. "I actually liked Theo. He was the one femboy who didn't treat me like some walking sex toy or a goddamn matrix key. He was real. Awkward and stuttering and kind of pathetic, but he made me feel… something. And now because of your crazy bullshit, he probably thinks I'm some cheating asshole who's out here getting my dick worshipped while he's sitting in his office waiting for me. You ruined it. Both of you. You're so fucking stupid."
Kin tried to pull back to respond, but Kota didn't let him. He shoved the femboy's head down harder, forcing another inch into that spasming throat until Kin's nose was pressed tight against his pelvis. The choking sounds grew wetter and more desperate—gluck-gluck-glk—while Kin's hands clutched at Kota's thighs, not pushing away, just holding on as fresh tears poured down his face.
"Fucking waste of space," Kota snarled, pulling Kin off just long enough to slap him hard across the cheek.
The sharp sound cracked through the room. Kin gasped, a broken little moan slipping out as his head snapped to the side, a red handprint blooming instantly on his pale skin. Before Kin could recover, Kota grabbed his hair again and slammed him back down, driving his cock straight to the back of Kin's throat in one rough thrust.
He started face-fucking him in earnest then, hips snapping forward with powerful, punishing strokes while he kept ranting.
"All that matrix shit… all that government conspiracy bullshit… you're both out of your goddamn minds. You kidnapped me, tied me up, and now you're sucking my cock while crying about lizards and chemtrails? Pathetic."
Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust that made Kin gag and choke, soft whimpering moans vibrating around the thick shaft. Black lipstick was smeared everywhere now, messy rings and streaks coating Kota's cock as Kin's throat bulged visibly with every brutal push.
Kota's grip tightened in the hair, using Kin's mouth like a toy, fucking it hard and deep while the femboy drooled and cried and moaned helplessly around him. The wet, obscene sounds grew louder—gluck-gluck-gluck-glk—mixed with Kin's constant muffled whimpers and the occasional desperate gasp for air when Kota pulled back just enough.
"You could have just asked like a normal person," Kota panted, sweat dripping down his chest as the pleasure built fast and heavy in his balls again.
"But noooo… you had to drag me into your crazy fucking simulation fantasy. Now Theo's probably hurt and I'm stuck here with two brain-rotted sluts who can't stop yapping long enough to even enjoy getting fucked properly."
Kin's eyes were completely rolled back, throat convulsing wildly as Kota used his face without mercy. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out around the cock—mmph… ahh… mmmphhh—his tiny cocklet leaking steadily onto the floor beneath him. Kota felt the edge rushing up fast, the tight, wet heat of Kin's throat too perfect to hold back from any longer.
With a low, guttural groan Kota slammed in one final time, burying himself as deep as Kin's throat would allow and holding him there. His cock pulsed hard, thick heavy ropes of cum erupting straight down the femboy's throat in powerful, endless spurts. Kin choked and swallowed frantically, some of the load leaking from the corners of his stretched lips and dripping down his chin in messy white streaks as Kota kept coming and coming, flooding his mouth and throat until it was too much to handle.
Kota held him there through every pulse, panting hard, fingers still tight in Kin's hair as the last heavy spurts drained into the crying, moaning femboy's abused throat.