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Prime Time for Primates

Part 2

For Aruk

By Draconicon

Considering that his last memory was something involving the bathroom of the bar and a hell of a lot of woozy feelings that might or might not have had anything to do with the copious amounts of alcohol that he'd drunk the night before, Simon fully expected to be left on the bathroom floor, or at best, leveraged towards the stalls with his head in the toilet. Instead, he found himself in his own apartment, half his head buried in his pillow, his tail high, and -

"Mmmph..."

Oh, he was feeling it this morning, and it was something that he was happy to feel. The sheer stretch that had happened last night, however it had happened, had left its mark on him this morning. He grinned, reaching back and rubbing his cheeks, giddily chuckling as his morning wood ground against the sheets under him. He musta gotten someone real good last night if they'd done that much of a number on his monkey butt. Simon was still chuckling, still reliving what little memory he had, when he realized that he could almost feel something still back there, almost...

No, no, almost. He could actually feel it.

The monkey blinked, slowly rolling over onto his side. As soon as he did, he gasped for breath, feeling something shift inside him. His hand went down between his cheeks, groping around his rim for the edge of whatever toy he had to be feeling, but there was nothing there, not even the hint of a butt plug. And if there wasn't anything there, then surely there shouldn't be -

"AH!"

He gasped as he felt something ram into him, something big, thicker than the toys that he usually used on himself, and a hell of a lot heavier. He almost rolled right off the bed from the strength of the thrust, and the monkey had to grab the sheets to keep himself in place.

What...what the fuck...

He reached for his hole again, feeling around for anything that might be behind him, but there was no answer to the mystery there. If anything, it was almost like a ghost, except -

"NNNGH!"

Another thrust, something just as hard, just as deep as the first. He felt it this time, felt his hole opening around nothing and letting nothing in, and yet, that nothing had more of a punch to it than his biggest toy, his widest dildo. Simon gasped for breath as it pulled back, dragging right over his prostate, and then pushing in just as deep. In, out, in, out, he felt it going, already fucking him at a hard pace, already putting him through his paces and leaving his dick bobbing up and down, oozing pre-cum over the bed and sliming up the sheets in a way that only a horny monkey could.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

His breath came faster, and he had to hold a hand over his stomach. There had to be something fucking him, right? This wasn't just him imagining it. Couldn't be, considering just how swollen his guts already were. He could feel the bulge slamming in and out of him, could feel his stomach pushing forward, getting filled to the brim and then emptying again. That was so real.

And it was getting bigger, rougher. He could barely move, even as he struggled for the edge of his bed. His hole was getting the fucking of a lifetime, something that continued even as he sat up. He struggled just to think, just to keep from falling over once more. The monkey's tail was high, his hole was stretched, and fucking, fucking, FUCK! That was a rut and no mistake, some horny asshole using his pucker for their personal sex toy, and doing a better job than half the lovers that he could have named. In, out, in, out, in, out, roughing him up, leaving his tongue lolling free-

And then it was done. He gasped for breath as he felt it sliding out of him, half-expecting to leave some sort of dripping mess on the sheets, but no slime slipped out of him. He was a little disappointed; a rut like that should have ended with a creampie or something.

Yet, it was done, or seemed to be. Simon stood up, his legs as shaky as ever after a good fuck, grunting as he fumbled around and realized that his cock was still hard as a rock. No orgasm for him...

Hmmm...

He was tempted to stroke himself off, but he looked at the clock. No time for that, and there was barely enough time to get a shower in before he had to hop down and catch the morning bus for work. Better to do that later, even if that had felt amazing. He rushed from his bed to the bathroom, throwing the hot water on and climbing under it.

It wasn't until he was out of the shower and dressed that he had a chance to start thinking about how weird that had been, and how much he should really be freaking out right then and there. He imagined that it was something that was probably rather serious, if he was hallucinating getting fucked like that.

Can't be that bad, though...can it?

The monkey paused, looking at himself in the mirror as he finished toweling off. His fur, tan at the chest, brown along his torso, and a deep purple along his legs and tail, was matted to his body. The stretch-marks from being fucked weren't visible, but he imagined that if he shaved himself down, they might be. His cock was still half-hard, too, and -

"NNNGH!"

And then it was starting again. He gasped as he slumped forward, gripping the edge of the bathroom sink as something pressed firmly against his pucker. Simon huffed, almost wheezing as it felt like someone's fist was pressing against his hole, not so much requesting entrance as just demanding it.

And then taking it. Taking it and taking him. He felt it break through, ramming into his asshole, forcing him to stretch around it. His legs all but gave out as he was filled as far as he had ever been, almost further than he had been while in bed. His stomach bulged, distended, the sheer size of whatever was fucking him on display in the mirror. Almost instantly, his cock jumped back up, slapping against the porcelain of the sink.

Gonna...gonna fucking cum this time...

Simon moaned out loud as he was rutted by an unseen partner, feeling that thing sliding in and out, in and out, just barely wet enough to take him without doing damage, but more than dry enough to make him feel that friction. The heat of it pumping him, the warmth of it sliding in and rubbing against his rim, his prostate, his inner walls, was enough to have him squirting pre-cum across the inside of the sink.

He tried to reach down for his cock, but there was something about that intense anal stimulation that made him want to keep that, to not spoil it with other pleasure. He was so close, anyway. There was no way that he wasn't going to cum from this. Panting and moaning, Simon turned, lifting his tail, spreading his legs.

As he watched his own hole getting spread, then tightening, then spreading again over a cock that wasn't there, he could feel his own shaft throbbing that much harder. The ghostly fucking never stopped, never slowed down, and it was only getting better the further it went. It was speeding up again, using him as if he was nothing more than a fleshlight, and Simon's tongue was soon hanging free again, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as his cock turned into little more than a spigot for dripping pre-cum.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck me...fuck me, you fucking bastard..."

He was lost in the stimulation, his cock a lightning rod of pleasure, feeling every zap that ran up from his prostate, every shock of need that the rough rutting hit him with. In, out, in, out, that rough, jackhammering pace leaving him moaning and begging for more. He was little more than a slut, a fleshlight, a thing for whatever was using him. Oh, whatever it was just loved making him into a bitch, and he wanted more.

In, out, in, out, the thrusting getting faster, his body shaking, jerking to just how close he was to going over the edge. He could feel it getting harder, almost like veins were popping on the shaft inside of him. Was it uncut? It was humanoid, he thought, though he was so deep in his own heated need that he didn't know how much of that was fantasy and how much was real observation. In, out, in, out, and he started pushing his hips back to get more, to feel it deeper. He wanted so much more, so much -

And then it stopped. Popping out for a moment, and he slid right off the edge of the counter. He hit the tiled floor with a groan, his eyes spinning, his body on fire.

No, no, that can't be - AH!

And then, it was back. The monkey moaned, thrusting his hips forward, then back, forward, back, grinding his cock against the cool tile under him. God, he was so close. He was so goddamn close to cumming, his balls churning away like mad, his hole feeling like it was pumped full of pre-cum and lube, a goddamn fucking mess of a thing, but perfect for someone to use over and over and over again.

Come on...so close...so close...

He was right on the edge of getting off, his balls feeling so heavy, his cock throbbing so hard. He had never felt himself be this stiff, this needy in his life. If he could just get off, if he could just finish, he would feel better. He could think this through, find out what was happening, maybe.

But the fucking just kept going...and he kept not cumming.

"Nnngh...mmmph...ah...ah..."

He was right on the verge, but couldn't push himself over. The need was so high, the feeling so hot, but he couldn't cum. All he could do was hover there, feeling like his cock was on an incomplete circuit, like it was trying to cum, trying, throbbing, bouncing, spitting pre-cum as if he was cumming...

But he couldn't actually finish!

"NNNNNGH!"

He whimpered in frustration, his toes curling, his body spasming from head to toe as he felt the nearness of that full pleasure, the utter completion that he desperately craved, but it just wouldn't come for him. All that he got was this utter insanity of near-completion, the building need and heat and warmth that settled in his cock and refused to let him loose. He was being tortured, tortured with bliss and wonder and utter dripping, heated pleasure...

Even grinding against the ground, even rubbing his cock against the increasingly-wet floor tiles of his bathroom, didn't do anything to get him off, and that had worked more than once when he had used his toys to get him all kinds of riled up. It had been more than enough to finish him to the fantasy of being some dirty gutter whore for some big-dicked stud. It had done the job a hundred times in the past.

But it didn't do the job this time, and he was left drooling from the hard dicking that he got. When it finally ended, he swore that he had been filled to the brim again, but yet, there was nothing inside him when he reached back and checked. His hole felt like he had been rutted with someone's fist, punched in and out, fucked until he was a useless little hole, but no damage had been done to him. No matter how much his hole burned, no matter how much he felt like he had been put through the wringer from hell, nothing had actually been done to his body. It was almost like a dream, except that there was no way that his dreams would be good enough to get him that close and then stop him right on the edge of achieving real satisfaction. They weren't that cruel.

Mmmph...

He struggled to get back to his feet, legs more wobbly than before. He stumbled out of the bathroom, saw the time, and grumbled.

Gonna need to take a taxi...where are my clothes?

Simon managed to get dressed in record time, and he had a period of about an hour and a half where nothing happened. He was half-convinced that he had gotten on something last night, had been slipped some drug or something before being taken to the bathroom for whatever happened there, and had just been riding the end of that party drug. It was a simple enough answer, right?

Except that after that hour and a half had ended, when he was a half-hour into his shift behind the coffee machine, he felt it again.

Oh no, he thought, his eyes going wide just as a customer turned around, just as the pressure rubbed right under his tail again. It went high, higher than was seemly for a customer service representative, and he chuckled nervously.

"Uh, um, one second. Hardy, can you take this?" the monkey asked his badger colleague.

"Uh, sure, what - Simon?"

The monkey had already beat feet for the back room, jumping through the door and running for the stockroom. He leaped in, twisted the lock -

"NNNNGH!"

Just in time for the shaft to slam in. His eyes went wide as he had to lean against the wall, feeling like someone was already pinning him against it. His cock jumped up in his pants, tenting them and his apron, and he struggled with the zipper to try and keep it from getting worse.

"Nnngh...come...come on..."

Finally undoing his buttons, he managed to shove his pants down to his ankles, his cock jumping up and out from under his apron. He pulled the green cloth up to his lips, biting down on it to muffle his moans, feeling his cock jerking already as the big thing slammed into him once more. His cheeks felt like they were spreading this time, pushed apart not by hands, but by the sheer girth of whatever the fuck was fucking him.

"Mmmph! MMMPH!"

And it was fucking him harder than ever this time. He felt it properly, too; the foreskin around the head peeling back and grinding against his inner walls, the sensation of that thick thing forcing him open and shaping his pucker to that big, fat shaft, the odd, ghostly sense of balls that weren't there slapping against his taint. It was all there, all part of the experience, and Simon could only ride it out, enjoy it as much as he could.

This time, he desperately grabbed for his cock, though. He was cumming, this time.

Or at least, that was what he hoped for. He could feel the pleasure rising, alright, could feel the need just as keenly as ever, but this time, it was coming faster. It was like a fucking machine, rutting his hole, making him clench on it every time that it came in, feeling the buzzing, the thrusting, the weight of the biggest dick that he had ever taken right against his prostate, and yet...yet it was like someone had slammed a wall down between him and the cum-button. No matter how hard he jerked his dick, no matter how hard he pushed back against the ghostly partner he'd picked up somewhere, he couldn't get off. His cock was harder than it had ever been in his life, and there was nothing that he could do about it. He was just...that hard...that needy...drippy...

The monkey whimpered to himself, burying his head in the crook of his arm as he kept biting down on the end of his apron, spitting pre-cum against the wall, his cock jumping, his asshole clenching. He knew that the manager was going to come back and find him before long if this went for more than a few minutes, but goddamn, it was better to do this in private than it was to do it at the register. What if a customer saw him?

Fuck...fuck...

The idea of being seen ghost-rutted like this was almost enough to push him over the edge. Simon had always been a brat, always wanted someone to put him in his place, but fuck, this was something that exceeded every expectation that he had ever had. Someone, somewhere, was using his ass for its pure purpose, taking their pleasure from him and giving him no chance to recover from it.

That, or he was hallucinating it. But if he was hallucinating, it was a damn good one.

In, out, in, out, his balls rolling forward, pushed by something that wasn't there. His cock oozed all over his hand, leaving his fingers slimy. In the back of his mind, he could almost hear a voice, a voice that was so deep, bassy, and perfectly suited for some controlling stud using him.

Little bitch...gonna learn...just what the hell...you're good for...

"Ohhhh...fuck me..."

He was right on the edge again, and he swore that his balls had never been heavier than they were in that exact moment. He wanted to let loose, wanted to cum, but at the same time, the sheer weight that he felt down there was almost too good to spoil. The sheer need that he had built up over the morning, the utter depravity of going through this, the distraction and lust that they kept pouring through him -

"NNNGH!"

And fucking hell, the way that they made him feel with that ghost cock in his ass. In, out, in, out, jabbing his prostate like some impatient pedestrian hitting the crosswalk button. It was leaving him drooling through the apron, leaving him gripping the wall with fingers that were the next thing to claws. He swore, if some ass came in here and tried to tell him to get back to work, he'd just drag them in here and ride their cock for the next hour, whoever they happened to be.

He was so close, his cock throbbing, pressed against the wall, oozing down it. If he could just get that tiny bit more...

Yet, no matter how hard he was fucked...it just...never...happened.

He was on the verge, so close, so drippy, so wet, so horny, but then the fucking stopped. Once more, that flood of something that he'd never feel filled him, and he was left high and dry. Or, well, high and dripping. His body shook from head to toe, and he whimpered as he slumped against the wall properly. His tail went down, but only a bit, just enough to cover the crack between his cheeks.

Simon banged his head against the wall, grumbling under his breath as he realized just how close he had been to cumming. Or was he? Was he close, or just fooling himself?

No idea, but he had been enjoying it, and now, the pleasure was gone. That was enough to grumble about, in his opinion.

Bang bang bang.

"Simon! You're not on break yet! Get back to work!"

"Coming," he muttered, knowing that the human manager was going to be an ass until he did what he was told. Never did let anyone take an early break, unless they were sick or something.

"Now!"

"I said, coming!"

He dragged his pants back up, shaking his head as he dropped his apron back down. Whatever was getting him in those moments, whatever was making him feel like he was getting fucked, he needed to figure it out. If he didn't, then work was going to get a hell of a lot more complicated than simple coffee-making should be.

As he returned to the counter, however, he honestly wished for the fucking to return. He wanted to see how long he could keep a straight face in front of the customers when he had that magic dick in his ass.

#

The answer turned out to be five minutes. Considering that the ruts were getting longer and longer, that wasn't saying much, and he was pretty sure that his manager was getting more and more pissed off with him for running to the bathroom every thirty minutes and staying in there for increasing amounts of time.

Mmmph...

The monkey looked down at his phone. He knew that the sessions were getting longer, but this one had been just ridiculous. It had started out with maybe ten minutes of getting fucked, and the first one at work had been about fifteen. That last one, however, had been nearly forty-five minutes long. Whatever was using him was building up more and more stamina each time that it rammed itself in, and the gap between uses was shrinking, too. That one had come only twenty minutes after the one before, and he knew that there was no point in staying at the coffee-shop. Someone was going to find out what was happening to him, eventually, and then he'd be in trouble.

"I'm going home," he muttered as he left the bathroom. As expected, the manager was right here. "I don't think I'm good for this today."

"What the hell did you do to yourself last night?"

"...Good question."

"What the hell do you mean, good question? Don't you know?"

Actually, he didn't. He remembered going to a new bar somewhere downtown, had gotten some fun - apparently - and then gotten sent back to his place. Must have been with a partner that had at least a modicum of care for his well being, which was a nice change of pace.

"Okay, you know what? Get out of here," his manager said. "You're freaking the customers out, and you're starting to freak me out."

"Suits me."

"And don't come back until you sort this out."

Suited him even better, as a matter of fact. He nodded, making his way to the exit. Thankfully, nothing stopped him on the way to the bus stop, and even when he got on the bus, he managed to go a half-hour before the first thrusts hit.

Mmmph...

Simon managed to get back to his apartment eventually, though he had ended up riding the same bus from terminus to terminus twice. The fucking kept starting up again a few stops before his destination, which meant that head to ride out the latest rut, letting it go on, being used again and again until it was over and he could actually get up. They were getting stronger, too, leaving him with a crotch soaked in pre-cum and pants that were going to need a dry-cleaning before they were actually wearable again.

The monkey managed to finally drag himself through his apartment door, and he almost collapsed. He hadn't been used this hard for years, not since that party in college, and that had been at least interspersed with some break times and smaller dicks. Today had been the same massive dick every goddamn time, and he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to take it before his ass broke down and gave up the ghost.

Sure, he was healing every time. Sure, he felt just as tight and toned as he had when he woke up, but there had to be some consequences eventually...right?

Hell, there haven't been so far...

And if that was the case, the part of him that was enjoying this - as opposed to the part that really wanted to solve the mystery of what the hell happened to him - was happy enough to let it continue. After all, there was plenty of fun to be had if you were just getting fucked. And it would only get better, if the progress so far was any sign of how it was going to keep going.

Dragging himself onto his couch, the monkey rolled his head back and took a few deep breaths. He knew that the next rut would probably start within the next ten minutes, which meant that he only had a few minutes left before he'd start not-thinking again. Time to use what little time he had to start retracing his steps last night.

God, where do you start with that, heh...

He started with his last clear memory. Going to the bar. That was the main thing; he had gone out for a night on the town, all punked up, and he remembered that there'd been some...odd responses to that. Something about not thinking he had any money, that he was trying to get drunk and have someone else pay for him because he was...flirting too much?

There was something there, but that was where the drunk-fog started popping up. He remembered flirting with a few people in the bar - The Prime Time, that was what it was called - but he didn't remember actually getting lucky with any of them. Was there a specific person that had been good enough to hold his attention?

Must have been. Someone called me a ride home, after all.

But whoever it was, they weren't coming to mind in that moment. He rubbed the back of his head, trying to sort through what else he remembered. Something about pissing someone off - that was familiar - and something about being dragged to a bathroom at the end of the night. Something about getting too drunk, or...

He grumbled. There wasn't much to go on there, but at least he remembered where he ended up. There hadn't been anything else after The Prime Time except coming home, he was sure. There was no way that he had gone to someone else's house between then and waking up in his apartment. He would have remembered that, he was sure. The taxi stuff was just forgotten because he did it so often, he was all but sure.

Which meant that he had a place to go to check out what the hell had happened to him, and more to the point, figure out how he was getting fucked at a distance.

"Nnngh!"

Speaking of which.

He could feel it coming again, this time slower than the last. They had all been hard, rutting, ass-breaking fucks before, but this time, it felt like his invisible partner was taking it slower. He could feel that shaft slowly working against his pucker, lifting him up from the couch a little bit from the sheer thickness working against his hole. Simon huffed, reaching his hands back to support himself on the top of the couch, bracing himself for that inevitable hard thrust that always felt like it was going to scramble his brains.

Yet, this time, it didn't come. This time, his partner was being a fucking tease, and a tease and a half for that matter. He groaned as he felt that shaft rubbing back and forth between his cheeks, the fat head grinding against his hole slightly before pulling back, only to slide forward once more and remind him of its size and heft. For the first time, it also thrust between the cheeks, allowing him to feel it at its full girth and heft. Fuck, it was even bigger feeling this way, somehow, and he swore that the rod itself reached up his spine, rubbing along his ass cheeks, up over and past his tail, and he almost whimpered as he imagined how far up along his back it actually went.

Fuck...how big a guy was I fucking...

Big enough to bulge his belly, he remembered. Big enough to make him feel it all the way up to just under his lungs.

"Mmmph...ah...ah...you...you bastard..."

The teasing was so much worse in its own way. He had almost gotten used to being hard-dicked, being used, and this...this was more like it was trying to teach him a lesson. It was embarrassing, arousing, and spine-tingling all at once, leaving him hard in his pants once more. He wanted to reach down and undo them, to pull his dick out so that it wasn't making an even bigger mess, but -

Fuck it, better than staining the couch.

The head pushed in far slower this time, making him feel the stretch that came with taking a big, fat cock. The sensation was so much more delicious this time, almost as if he had been trained to take it quickly and now had to learn how to take it slowly. It thickened bit by bit, forcing his rim further and further apart. His eyes rolled back as he felt his breath getting slowly pushed out of him by the sheer girth of that ghostly cock, his toes curling against the carpet as he lifted his hips in a vain attempt to escape from it. Any push forward, any shove back did nothing to give him what he wanted or thought he wanted. That cock was inescapable, inexorable, inevitable.

POP!

He didn't hear it, but he felt it when the head finally slipped past his rim, when his hole was able to close just under the head. It was like the feeling of a massive butt plug finally settling into place, and the head was thick and large enough that just that was enough to grind against his prostate. He moaned under his breath, huffing through his nose and past his teeth, feeling every little fraction of an inch.

"AH...ah...fucker..."

It was so close to actually fucking him, and every shift of position just ground the head against his prostate that much more, training him to ooze, keeping his balls churning. He had stopped caring about cumming an hour ago. The urges that he felt, the need that he had, were almost too good with his balls churning like mad. It was too hot, too messy, too dirty-sexy to spoil at this point.

In, out, in, out, the head went. Never more, just the head, fucking his hole, fucking his pucker, teasing it open and then allowing it to shut once more. Simon had thought that he knew what someone in heat went through, but this...this was teaching him that he had no idea how that actually felt. This was teaching him that he had no idea how anyone in that level of need actually felt. Fucking, fucking, fuck! He could feel it, knew that it could go so much deeper, but the goddamn tease...

He whimpered, biting his lips as he felt that cock sliding in just a half-inch further, and he slammed his hips down against the couch, biting his lips.

"Fuck...more...more..."

He was so close again, so close to feeling that orgasm, but he knew it wouldn't happen. The ghostly cock had made it clear that he wasn't the one in charge, that he didn't get the chance to decide when he came. Simon was past caring about that; all he wanted was the pleasure that came with that massive thing being balls-deep in his hole, pummeling all his thoughts out of him.

He felt it slide forward again, slowly, just as it had done getting into his hole the first time. A little bit, then a bit more, always taking its time. This time, he could feel every little vein, every whorl of flesh, every little detail of the cock-shape sliding into him. He gasped for breath, growled in lust, wanted more, and more, and more, each inch bringing that little bit more pleasure, that little bit greater pressure into his hole. Simon could have slid off the couch right then and there, could have run for the phone, could have done anything, but that cock would still be there, still taking him, still claiming him, still pushing his buttons and making him whimper and moan for more.

It had all but owned him, taken control of him, and he barely cared so long as he got more of it.

In, in, in it went until it was finally balls deep once more, the bulge resting inside him, pushing his stomach forward a bit, showing off just how much he had taken. He rubbed it, half-prideful, half-needily, trying to find some way to beg for more...

And then it stopped again. It pulled out completely, leaving him empty, leaving him denied.

"FUCK!"

Simon punched the back of the couch, shaking from head to toe. That was too much. That was too fucking much. He had taken it again and again over the day, but that was a cock-tease from hell, and he was not going to stand for it. The monkey got to his feet -

"OOF!"

And then promptly fell over due to his legs refusing to work. Grumbling under his breath, he dragged himself along to the front door, using his tail to pull his phone from his pocket at the same time.

"Mmmph...taxi...need...a taxi..."

A taxi, new pants, and a better idea of what he was doing, admittedly, but that was all going to come with getting back to his feet. Whatever had happened to him had happened at The Prime Time, which meant that he had to get back there to find out how to deal with it. All he had to do was...

Well, first he had to get back into the punk outfit, just to make sure that people recognized him.

Then he had to get there.

Then he had to figure out who he flirted with.

Simon grumbled as he put the phone back in his pocket, reversing course to his bedroom. Okay, so there were a few more things that had to be done before he could do what he really wanted to do. He could manage that, so long as he didn't get another horrible cock-tease like that last one. He could take fast, could take it rough. He loved taking it rough, and thought that was probably the best way to take it.

Slow, on the other hand...well, he was a monkey that didn't do slow. He did it fast, or he didn't do it at all.

Fucking...fucker...Tease me, will he?

The End

Summary: A monkey finds out that he messed with someone he maybe shouldn't have the night before, and ends up getting royally fucked up.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Portal Sex, Big Cock, Monkey, Public, Anal, Teasing, Huge Cock, Fisting, Series, Edging, Chastity, Maybe Magic,