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This story was written for Sebastian. It contans M/M sexual acts between consenting adults. :3

The Roommate's Revenge

When Sebastian awoke, he did so with that strange sensation of falling. He jerked sharply back, half certain he was going to topple into an endless abyss and half expecting to feel the soft sheets of his bed beneath him. A moment later however the feeling passed, and he settled once more with a deep sigh. In so many ways this felt like any other morning. The warm fuzziness of his mind dragging itself from some fairly pleasant dream. The stiffness of his twin cocks, rampantly erect with morning wood. The gentle creak of metal pipes contracting and expanding.

Wait.

That last one... that wasn't as familiar, and as Sebastian dragged himself into a more wakeful state rather than his usual five or six minutes of semi-conscious dozing, he realised that there was more and more which didn't feel at all familiar. First of all there were no soft sheets beneath or above him. He was naked, that was at least consistent with how he had gone to bed, but... the bed itself, that appeared strangely absent. Next, as he tried to pull himself up into a sitting position, the red squirrel realised two things almost simultaneously. First, he was tied up. Bound by wrists and ankles and indeed a thick collar around his neck. And secondly, he wasn't lying horizontally. He was almost vertically positioned upright, bound against what felt like a trellis of metal bars.

A soft whimper escaped the squirrel, though not one of fear. Not one of horror at finding himself in such a situation as this. His whimper was one of desire. Excitement. Need as his twin cocks twitched and dripped a few droplets of glistening white pre-cum, but found themselves unattended and unable to be touched as his wrists strained at their bonds helplessly. He looked around. He was in some sort of industrialised basement, or a factory with its windows either covered or boarded. There was no natural light, just a dim glow from some LEDs attached to what looked like pressure gauges upon pipe-clad walls. Occasionally he heard the hiss of something releasing pressure a short distance away, and the gentle hum of power running on standby through several large monitor screens hanging down from the ceiling around him. For the most-part though, there was nothing. No-one.

Just him, bound by leather straps cushioned with soft pink fluff, stark naked and horny as hell.

And then, a voice. Echoing through speakers positioned somewhere behind the squirrel, but close enough to make his back arch instinctively and his tail twitch wildly as he listened to the familiar words of his roommate, Tuton.

"All those times you've jerked off into a cup. Into a meal. Into something I was going to eat or drink. All those times I've gone wild, jerking off for hours when you're not around. Humping you senseless. Begging for you to fuck me until we're both too exhausted to move, even though my cock's still rock hard. I want you to remember all those times."

One of the screens flashed on. It showed Sebastian's whole body, bared and exposed as it currently was. An image of the squirrel himself, though even looking directly towards the source of the projected picture Sebastian couldn't spot the camera amongst the network of pipes and other metal objects surrounding him. Another screen lit up mere moments later, showing a close up of the squirrel's crotch, followed by a third focused between his legs, displaying the underside of his white furred balls and that which was visible between his spread lower limbs.

"And... I want lots of other people to remember them too. To share those memories with you... and let you feel how I've felt; how incredibly embarrassing... and how simply incredible it feels to have you standing over me, watching, grinning, knowing how mad I've been driven by just a single taste of your cum."

Another screen illuminated, but this one, rather than displaying an image of the squirrel, showed text. A chat room or messenger group of some sort, all of which appeared to be eagerly discussing some erotic sight. The text was moving almost too fast for Sebastian to see, but he caught the odd word or phrase here and there, and it didn't take long for the male's cheeks to begin flushing in realisation.

'...that cute fluffy tail. Would love to lift it up and slide under there myself.'

'ikr! And two cocks. Is it greedy for me to want both of them to myself?'

'Omg look. I think it's starting!'

Sebastian tore his eyes away from the screen, squirming and moaning and thrusting his hips forward partially in a vain and embarrassed attempt to struggle free, but mostly to show off his flexing, throbbing cocks to the audience. He soon saw what the last chatter he'd read had meant of course. Lowering down from the ceiling was some sort of mechanical arm, whirring and hissing as it was manoeuvred by both electronics and a pneumatic motor controlling the arm itself. At the tip of the arm there was a device like a nozzle, and as Sebastian watched it moved closer and closer until there was no doubting its destination. The nozzle, and whatever was contained within the tube to which it was attached, was headed for his muzzle.

"O-ohhmmhhghh..."

Gurgling as he voluntarily took the nozzle into his mouth, the squirrel felt droplets of warm liquid gushing out onto his tongue almost instantly. He gulped them down without a thought, but more followed. And more. And more. Soon he was gurgling again, louder and more desperately as he felt himself unable to keep up with the sheer volume being poured into his muzzle. He felt it dribbling down his chin. Overflowing and running in thick rivulets down the sides of his face, onto his chest and a few droplets even landing upon his throbbing, achingly hard cocks.

Even as the flow finally ceased however, and the nozzle withdrew to leave Sebastian panting and whimpering though, the squirrel could feel its effects. He didn't know the source... though he wanted to, he really, truly wanted to in that moment, but the substance was all too familiar. He had been drinking cum. Not just any cum though, but cum with the same properties, though its own distinct tangy saltiness, as his very own.

It was making him horny. Not just because drinking cum was fucking hot. But because, like his own, it contained something. Some chemical, some magic, some_thing_ that was influencing the chemistry of both his body and mind. Telling it what to feel. How to feel, and how strongly to feel it.

"P-please..."

Sebastian's back arched once more, and he humped at thin air as his cocks flexed urgently, trickles of glistening pre running down the underside of each dark shaft. His toes curled. He could feel his nipples stiffening beyond their usual arousal, and the desire to have someone suckle upon them, to have someone touch, tease and tweak the metal bars running through each of the pair, was becoming more and more overwhelming with each passing second.

"Oh god. Please."

He looked around. At the screens, the ones showing him writhing and throbbing. The one showing the chat-room, now more alive than ever with people discussing him and what they would do to him if only they were there. He stared out into the dark factory, desperate, pleading for someone to emerge from the twisted labyrinth of pipes and machines.

"Tuton. A-anyone. C'mon. Please... fuck me..."

Wiggling his ass as invitingly as he could in his bondage, the squirrel whimpered loudly.

"Fuck me. Ride me. Suck me. Jerk me off. A-anything. Just... touch me. Let me t-touch you. I need it. I... ohhh god. I... please. I c-can't wait..."

With every passing second the influence of the cum he'd so readily guzzled down was becoming more prominent in his mind. More overwhelming in the urges it was implanting throughout his body. He couldn't stop moving. He wasn't just bucking occasionally now. He was fucking the air in front of him. Desperately, uncontrollably humping at absolutely nothing in his hunger for even the slightest source of stimulation. No stimulation came though. At least, not at first. And thus Sebastian grew all the more frantic. All the more wild, savage, utterly out of control in the extremes of his need for even the most remote and fleeting satisfaction.

Only then, many minutes later and with Sebastian thrashing, wailing and squeaking mindlessly in longing, did Tuton's voice ring out through the echoing depths of this abandoned building once more.

"I was going to make you wait longer. Much longer before I did anything to help."

The squirrel howled in desperation, but the wolf's voice continued to explain himself, soon causing Sebastian to fall absolutely silent and still in intense anticipation.

"But... then I thought, you've never really teased me. Never denied me. At least, not when I haven't wanted it. The times you've given me your cum to drink, and I've lost control... I've always been free to act on those urges. Unable to stop myself, sure, but at least able to [do[/i] what my body is demanding I do."

Again he fell silent for just a moment, and in that brief period of calm and quiet, Sebastian's ears twitched as he heard another electronic arm whirring into life.

"So, I won't deny you any more. Won't keep you from cumming."

The squirrel whimpered joyously as he watched that new arm rising from below, emerging from the darkness with an attachment upon its tip that was unmistakable in design. A dildo. A thick, long dildo with a hole at its very tip which even now was dribbling thick, oozing lubricant down its length as it moved slowly into position between Sebastian's legs.

"In fact... I think I might try to do exactly the opposite."

Tuton's words only half registered in the squirrel's mind as he watched the cock rise up and up, getting closer with every passing moment to the apex of his spread legs, though not nearly close or fast enough for his liking. He groaned in delight when finally the tip of the rubber shaft pressed between his trembling thighs, spreading apart his quivering cheeks and probing perfectly into position against his outermost limits. Sebastian shuddered as he felt the lube, surprisingly warm and still thick despite its slickness, trickling down the insides of his legs from the point where it was now being drizzled across him. He tensed up, whimpering in abject bliss as the pneumatic arm hissed and pressed forward slightly, beginning to apply pressure to his backside and forcing twin sprays of lustful pre-cum up into the air from his own cocks.

Slowly, almost as agonising in its gentle, careful entry as not being fucked at all, the dildo pressed into Sebastian's body. Little by little, inch by inch it slid its way in, gushing lube before it as it went. Sebastian moaned and whimpered and cried out at the top of his lungs in longing. Half begging, half crying out his gratitude to Tuton, half just mindlessly giving voice to his desire and pleasure as they boiled with equal ferocity within him.

Then it stopped.

Sebastian wailed once more, legs kicking, arms thrashing, helplessly straining against his bondage as the dildo reached the deepest point inside of him... and ceased all movement.

He wiggled. He writhed. He groaned in pleasure and frustration as he stimulated himself with the motionless toy buried inside his own ass, but not enough. Not anything close to enough.

Mere moments later though, the squirrel felt something new.

Something incredible.

The toy began to buzz. To vibrate from deep inside itself. And not gently. Not slowly at first. It buzzed hard. It buzzed with an intensity that made the sound audible, and with a feeling that reverberated throughout the entirety of Sebastian's body... including every sweet spot he possessed, most key of all the prostate against which the length of that now violently vibrating cock was now pressed.

The squirrel's tail thrashed wildly, the only part of him utterly uninhibited in its movement. His feet kicked, toes flexing and splaying out as he howled in desperate joy at the furious savagery of the pleasure now crashing through him. Through blurred vision he saw his own face contorted in cries of frantic ecstasy, and his body bucking, writhing uncontrollably for all those watching and commenting upon his state to see and hear and lust over in whatever manner they chose.

And of course, now that Sebastian was overwhelmed with an abundance of sensation rather than a drought, yet more flooded in.

The toy began to move once more, and just as it had shown no trace of mercy with the intensity of its vibration, so too did its slow and gentle entry give way to a rapid withdrawal followed by a sharp, hissing rush of pneumatics as it drove sharply back in again.

Sebastian's eyes rolled back in their sockets. His whole body tensed, and he shrieked what might once have been meant to be the name of his roommate, but now was just a mindless squealing cry of lust.

"Tuuhaahhhahoooogoooodyesssssss!"

The dildo pumped, it hissed, it fucked him without the slightest restraint. And barely even half a minute after it began to do so, trapped and unable, not to mention gleefully unwilling to resist, Sebastian succumbed to its rampant stimulation in the only way his body knew how.

Hot ribbons of his rich cum began to launch skyward, erupting from his untouched, throbbing black cocks and raining down over his torso and the ground below. He couldn't see anything. Couldn't see how hot he looked cumming from all angles upon the screens. Couldn't see how much the crowd was enjoying his orgasm; how the chat-room had grown briefly much quieter as many hands occupied themselves with matters other than typing. His only awareness of any pleasure other than his own, any life other than his own at that moment in time, was a crackle of static from whatever speakers his roommate had been talking through. A crackle, followed by a deep, rumbling lupine growl of lust.

"D-don't... aaahhyes... fuck... don't stop."

And whether Tuton had been addressing Sebastian, of if for some reason he had been talking to the dildo which had at long last driven the squirrel over the edge of all reason, they obeyed.

The cock didn't stop thrusting, vibrating, or in general driving Sebastian wild. And in return, unable to do anything else of course, the squirrel kept up his own end of things.

His first orgasm had barely ceased, cum still dribbling in rather liberal measures from the twin tips of his erections, when he felt a lightning-bolt of almost painfully intense ecstasy crash through the base of his balls. It was as though an invisible hand had reached up, squeezed them, and...

" Yes! Oh fuck. Ohhhhh fuck, yes!"

A second, back to back orgasm crashed through Sebastian's already pleasure-addled mind, and even as it began to wrack the squirrel with impossibly intense pleasure, he could already feel the aching, boiling surge of a third rising inside himself. And beyond that, another.

And another.

Sebastian squeaked. He shuddered. And he came. Over and over again.

And all the while, in what small and fragmented pockets of sanity remained for his mind to make use of for anything other than processing pure and savage ecstasy, he found himself contemplating the nature of his roommate's revenge. Trying to figure out how Tuton had organised this. How the wolf had made it possible for him to end up in this prison of potent euphoria... and how he could one-up him for this, to get his own even more blissful, multi-orgasmic revenge in turn.

It would be quite the task to accomplish, but he'd figure it out. Not only for the sake of his own pride, not wishing to be outdone by his friend and frequent fuck-buddy. But also because after this, he owed Tuton one hell of a good time in return.

By Jeeves

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