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The day it happened was a casual one. There was nothing of interest, and his mind had begun to slow in patience as usual. He had been exploring for a while, his legs slowly tiring, especially after tripping on the rough terrain of the unstable walkway of the innards of the house. Making his way down the narrow walkway, he still recollected the inherent clarity of whispers, which echoed hollowly through the decrepit hallway. He’d momentarily freeze, terrified at the prospect of something following him, especially when stuck in such a tight, inescapable space.
Frozen in place, pure silence shrouded around him once more. When he felt safe to move, he continued to look around, choosing to first peer through the walls. Making sure nobody had noticed his intrusion, he continues down the corridor- now with more caution than initially realized. He inspects, and for a moment deduces that quite obviously, the noise isn't with him, but from beyond the wall on the lower right hand fork of the walkway. He makes his way downwards, deeper, and is surprised to actually be proven correct.
Even more curious, he bites the bullet and takes a peek through the nearest crack and instantly, his heart stops dead in his tracks. One by one, any ability to use his executive function quickly failed. His skin began to grow blisteringly warm, throat tight, and dangerously parched. In the dark bedroom, just barely lit with the warmth of a nearby lamp, he’d witnessed Nyen masturbating in his own bed.
Of course, he does what any normal well meaning person would do and looks away. His body is shaking, shock embossing him, branding him in a state of inept dumbness. He holds a hand to his gaping mouth, nearly choking on his own spit, before finally attempting to force himself to walk away. His legs instantly disobeyed him, turning him right back around. Any efforts to change his mind, to reason with himself to leave led him to dead ends. His quiet curiosity and admittedly desperate urge to listen outweighed any lingering moral belief of what felt “right.”
His hands shakily grace the surface of the wall, palms and ears pressing flatly against the cold wooden surface. He could now more clearly hear his shallow breaths, his weakened soft voice in a rare moment of vulnerability, a side of Nyen he had never before seen. So it seemed he was as human as he thought, at least human enough to still hold onto his urges of.. self relief.
His head jolts back, as if ears seared from the proximity of the older man’s quiet and husky voice. He couldn’t believe any of it, the unbelievable sounds, short little gasps and hushed gruff whimpers. With each shaky thrust of his dick around his palms, Sebastian swore he could feel his voice growing louder- until his baritone chords tickled his heart, and drove him deeper into obsession.This feeling evenly spread throughout Sebastian’s own body too. He could feel him from all the way here; he could smell him from past the walls too, his senses heightening and going totally awol with lust. With every choking sound slipping from Nyen, Sebastian now began to feel his body respond against his will.
It was even more painful now than ever, the inability to stop himself was shameful. He felt nothing more than a dog, a stupid rutting dog. In fact, he was no better than Randal.. And yet, he still couldn’t help but to press himself against the wall, absorbed in this entrancing little show.
Before he could come to his senses, his hands started to move on their own. He moved, disjointed, almost possessed when he began to subconsciously masturbate alongside Nyen. Head glued against the wall, he leaned his full weight forward, all while his stray hand slid down his shorts and began to mercilessly rub up and again his swollen clit.
Despite barely having touched himself, he was already a rife mess. His lips torqued, gnawed by his front teeth as they held it down, attempting to repress his ever clear moaning. Sweat gathered by his brow even worse, pleasure and guilt leaving him conflicted frozen against the peephole. A deep, nearly vast rocketing pleasure began to well in his abdomen.With each gnawing moan coming from the catman’s mouth, his body responded adequately. A jolt of his dick, even from far away, had Sebastian’s pussy shivering. With every wet vile sound of Nyen’s lubricated dick being stroked, held firmly within his tightly clasped fingers, had him rubbing and massaging his desperately leaking slit.
Fuck, he couldn’t— he shouldn’t stay here, but he was so desperate to get off that he regretfully stays. After nearly 5 minutes of stomach twisting torture, he’d had enough. He tests his luck, rutting against the wall, and allowing his fingers to bury themselves deep inside of his body. He sharply groans, and quickly stops when he sees the older man stir, hesitant by instinct.
Briefly, he shoots up, and naively froze- praying that the older man would not grow curious, or even worse, head over to his general direction. Yet, despite it all, his luck wins out, and the older man returns back to his lascivious activity. A soft sigh escapes the ginger, before he continues his studious race towards a speedy orgasm.Through shockingly, no matter how hard he tried, nothing seemed to quite feel like “just enough.” When the initial tightness of his virgin cunt loosened up, not even a fourth finger of his couldn’t satisfy the horrible, vast emptiness that he felt. Frustrated and rather careless, he returns to sordidly rub away at his clit, a wetness continuing to pool between his shaking legs as both of them draw to a close.
“Nh-h.. S..eb.. Seb… fuck—“
Sebastian’s eyes fly open and his hips instantly twitch upwards, nearly slamming his perineum against the wall before he wobbles back, shocked. His body throbs at the sound of his own name. Stunned, yet even more aroused, his fingers moved faster, rougher. Jamming themselves inside in choppier increments, until slick was practically gushing out of him like a broken fountain.
He couldn’t believe it, was this a joke ? Could Nyen tell he was on the other side, and was just toying with him? There’s no way, there was positively no way that Nyen just so happened to be moaning out his name, out of everyone here. If anything he expected him to cry out for Luther at the very least, considering how close the two seemed. After all, he was borderline possessive over his master, so why was it him? Why him?
Trying to understand this troubling matter during his needy fit of raw chaotic arousal would not be doing him any favors, so instead, he focuses on Nyen’s voice. He relies upon the timing of his sharp breathing, until he too matched his speed in a synchronized trained rhythm.
His lip twitches, an inevitable moan slipping.
“O–ohh… nnhyen.. o-oh god..”
He suddenly snaps back to reality, hand shooting up to his mouth before he waits in silence, and calms down once more when he sees Nyen- unaware. So, Sebastian returns back to his painfully searching for release. He wants to scream, but finds comfort in the buildup by biting the frills attached to his neck, stifling his muffled wails. All while weak slick dribbles down his piteous legs.
He leaned forth, closely paying mind to each writhing detail of Nyen’s elaborate form. The warmth of the nearby lamp pooling across the older man’s body, his body curled up, back pressing hard against the headboard. His hands worked fast, jerking quickly and succinctly allowing his hips to follow in queue. Each time he was edged closer, he shuddered, pulling down to draw out his orgasm. Then, up, to fuck through his slippery fingers as he allowed his head to dig back against the bed under him. All while he called out his name.
“F–uck.. Stupid..slut.. I wanna–fuh..uck..your stupid cunt ..”
Muscles tensen, and grow tightly wound the longer he watches. Sebastian feels himself nearly keel over, hesitant to listen but addicted to the older man’s foul words. Instead of feeling embarrassed, those words soothed him. A mutual understanding, not known by both sides- as they both cried out in senseless desire.
“Fuck.. fuckfuck– Im close.. Im gonna cum, n’d fill you with my babies.. Take my cock.. Stupid sl–uh..”
His sick groans hypnotize the younger man, both inflicted with sickness as pleasure weighed their bones and forced them to submission. Their climax is instantaneous, and synchronized. With a final joust up, the older man grunts before releasing his load. Fat, and fertile ropes that thickly coat Nyen’s hands and shaking legs spurt in continuous bursts. At that moment, Sebastian wondered if he should have felt at least the least bit ashamed. However, it was difficult to focus on moral values when he was panting so wildly against the wall.
He closed his eyes, and despite his common sense, allowed his tongue to sink further down, painting the wall like some stupid wild mutt. Hot spittle trickled down his chin, desperately trying to imagine the taste of the older man's cum.
Briefly, It was as if nothing mattered, all that made sense was just a few feet away. Inaccessible, and unattainable. All that wasted cum, when it could have been so comfortable pumped into his willing cunt. Shame softly burned throughout him, as-well as that ever so perverted essence of his deepest desires. All of which he hated, and was ashamed of- commenced the minute he came. Every sick thought, and burgeoning urge unlocked, like a Pandora's box.
Finally he came, devastating himself further. He made no attempt to be clear nor silent, keeling over as clear liquid pissed out of him in bursting intervals. It avidly drenched his tights, pooling down to leave an evident wet spot.
He awoke from his pleasure dazed stupor with a brief moment of startling clarity. Backing away and covering his mouth, he prays the other man was stupid enough to have not heard him, and he would be proven correct. Nyen was ever the dumber, and sat up, before cleaning himself up. His newly fixed position meant that he no longer sat visible, which left Sebastian admittedly more deflated than he wished he was.
Regrettably, after some time of waiting, he broke away from the peephole and staggered his way back to Randal’s room. He prayed the freak wouldn’t be there by the time he came, but thankfully, peering through the hidden doorway blessed him with nothing but the dull emptiness of Randal’s room.
He should have been more afraid, but ever since Randal started going off to the woods, more often at night to “hunt,” (whatever that meant..) it provided him with more than enough time to stay alone by himself, so he couldn’t complain much. Though, he did feel pretty neglected at times, and couldn’t help but to feel a little bit more lonely than he’d like to admit. During this lonely period, his desires grew more and more unreasonable, and difficult to sustain.
His body gave him no ulterior choice but to play as an active voyeur, consistently choosing to ‘relieve’ himself more and more. Of course, no longer would this stay under the guise of innocence, if he could even call it that. The urge to relieve a primary human function became an obsession, especially since it rotated around that dreaded catman. It was truly shameful. Each time, his mind continued to scream at him to stop, desperate to see through the reality of the situation.
It was disturbingly predatory. He wasn’t this type of person, was he?
Realistically, he could only masturbate so much to Nyen jacking it before he truly wanted the real thing, and that “real thing” was off of the table, indefinitely. But.. What if he were to break? Could he trust himself to keep his mouth shut, especially in the fact of such a dastardly shameful secret? He was never one for being good at lies, and if Randal could see through them, then Nyen would most definitely be able to sniff him out.
The voice of reason gnawed away at his desires. He was tethered still to it, the angel on his shoulder calling and beckoning him to reason to will, ever so louder.
Yes, if he could find one coherent reasoning within himself, at least it could be that unlike Randal, he legitimately felt bad for acting like such a creep. Even if he tried to reason within himself, he simply couldn’t help but to feel like even more of a pervert for trying to find leeway out of the situation.
That's just not who he was, and thankfully, stops.
For a while .
He gives in, and soon, the visits to Nyen’s room slow, until they turn totally transparent. Even if he was continuing to use the passageways, he still pries himself away. Each time, so, so very close. But with that guilt, drew out a deeper, pitifully nagging agitation.
If he could think of it, he had already tried it. Punching and screaming into pillows, attempting to take up hobbies as means of distraction (whatever he could reasonably be allowed to do in the house anyways,) etc. And yet, despite it all, somehow all things still lent themselves right back to that intimate memory of him squeezed tightly against the wall, rutting, gasping, crying adjacent to the smell of a real fucking man.
That one dreaded second before climax, had been the closest to Nyen he’d ever been. A frustratingly sharp warmth, that dizzying throbbing of being so close yet so far was what lent to embrace that almost sickening anger he harbored. The desire to fuck, to be fucked, by someone so strong. That urge to feel his arms wrapping around his gaunt hips, and letting his cunt suck him back in, milking his fertile load for all it was worth.
But those desires were as foul as his present dignity. Each time, horror would win out, and he’d hold his head in his hands- mumbling in a sunken tremor of a voice.
‘No, No this was— this was just because I have nobody else to think about, right?’
'There is.. There’s just no way that I like that.. that guy !’