As Morning Arrives, Chapter 5
In Chap. 5 - Ill Gains, Tito Jon expressed his disbelief as he handed me a mug of steaming tea. The fragile wisps of steam gave way to light, highlighting the undisturbed cobwebs in his freshly-purchased apartment. Tito Jon's dimly-lit, one-bedroom home, though near the west end, was far from being newly renovated. The familiar smell of aging substance and lingering cigarette smoke filled the air. Scattered amongst the loosely packed cardboard boxes, we'd brought up his solitary couch, single coffee table, and a solitary armchair. A minor crop from his pre-existing possessions, mere remnants of his former lifestyle.
I sat huddled on the floor with my arms crossed, my eyes following the surface of the tea. At my reflection's sight, I frowned. The sight of pure sadness made me feel like a dull, pitiable being. The idea of sadness sickened me.
"So he didn't utter a single word before ducking into his room?" Tito Jon questioned, slumped into his armchair. His sonorously solemn tone gave hints of disappointment.
"Yeah," I replied. "Yeah, that's how it happened."
"Perhaps it's time to move on." Tito Jon shrugged off his fatigue and the detailed set of wrinkles on his head. I gazed off into a ray of sunshine that pierced through the window, illuminating a path of dust particles.
"Oooo, you think so?" I prodded, seeking clarification. I had to fight back the hot urge to justify Josh's actions in that particular moment. "I mean you know...he's still a decent human being. He was just scared, I guess. At least that's what I tell myself to calm myself down."
Tito Jon gave me a considerate look. "I acknowledge your reasoning. However, people can be truly malicious sometimes," he somberly shared. "Do you remember why I separated...no, I mean, we separated with Tita Rachael?"
I shook my head, intrigued by the mysterious part of his life. "Yeah, sure. Got time for it?"
"Mhmm," he affirmed. "It's complicated, and you deserve to know about it."
'Fucked up' was nearly an accurate description of the situation, a sentiment I mirrored last month. I would've never guessed I'd end up making love to the one who so unexpectedly tore my world asunder. By the time I was in deep during our impromptu sex tryst on an old conference table in the deserted office, I could feel what Buddhists call 'karma' grinning at my misfortune.
Nikolaj Marius Janetschek beneath me, his body freed from its cloth barrier, his skin pink with sweat. The scents of his sweat, the heat from his limbs, and the pervading essence of fear had all congealed in the last few moments. Niki had always seemed to adore stroking our penises together. As he jerked off on me, the intrusive sensation of him doing so also kneaded the pleasure over the rest of my body. Niki had an aptitude for rubbing our cocks right next to each other and reveling in the rubbing, the frottage filling our surroundings.
"Can't getting enough of this," Niki gasped. His fragile body stretched out underneath mine, revealing his pointed hip bones. The sight of them reminded me of sharp nails. 'The pig mobster' my mind reminded me, with an insight into what fact I was now compromising.
"Mmm." Without warning, I struggled to voice my bewilderment. The fact I'd agreed to Niki's invitation to his apartment was beyond any comprehension. Recollections of Niki, the one who'd thrown my heart and trust to his flame and torched it while cheating on me with his current boyfriend, prompted disturbing fear in me. "Yeah, he...seemed to enjoy our past."
Even with Niki on his knees slewn between my legs, I couldn't suppress the silky memories of Josh that snuck into my mind. Josh. Josh, who was the harbinger of kindness, who'd charitably come over with cookies on the pretext of diluting my painful experience with a former coworker. Despite the unfairness of my boss, it took Josh's selfless support to remove the hurt. "Josh, Josh, Josh..." rage crept up, entangling me. Again, I convinced myself that the dismal accusation grating away at me was nonsense. I wouldn't give room for it. Niki had never been the type to subject me to such emotions.
Reaching up for the sticky softness of his scrotum, he began manipulating both our cocks, our machines reverberating in sync. "I...I dearly missed this, Nathan. I craved it. I did, you have to believe me."
"Mm-hmm..." A wall of resentment built in me, but I was careful not to allow it to overwhelm me. "I may not say it, but you were unexpectedly generous. You helped me when I thought I was doomed by my job."
Tito leaned closer, his eyes flashing with unwanted humour. "And you wondered why I would ask about Josh? Well, it's actually because ..."
He was simply going through the motions. That's what I kept telling myself when his messages in our conversations dried up, stale as they were. Just another day at Nathan's Mental Gymnastics Academy. Such a pitiful sight.
"Fuck," Niki's voice echoed from below, filling the empty room with a jolt, snapping me out of my thoughts and back to the harsh reality. I glanced down to find his pale face glistening with spit. His mouth hung open; a slack, seemingly shapeless opening. "You're so sexy, Nathan. Still so sexy."
"Mm." A disturbing feeling emerged within me, knowing that was the same expression he'd worn for that unknown man. The guy I still held a passive resentment for; the one whose memory was still a thorn in my heart. Red, white, and covered in another man's bodily fluids. Reflexively, I gave him a light slap.
"Mmmmhh, oh fuck," he groaned, swallowing my cock even further, his eyes watery with intense desire. "Do it again, Nathan, please."
"When did you turn into such a whore?" I asked through deep breaths. All he did was whimper, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist, and suck harder. My cock was deeply inserted in the snug, used passage of his throat. His skin had a gentle pink hue in the dim evening light that seeped in. I thrust my cock deeper into him, barely considering his breathing.
But fucking hell, he was a warrior. Niki gulped down my cock like he hadn't had a drop to drink for days. Like my oozing precum sustained him. Determined, I ramped up the speed, pushing my hips against his face like I knew he loved. Sure, I'd done it numerous times over two years. Those years where he wasn't the only one.
A pained sigh escaped me as all kinds of negative thoughts collided within me: envy, fury, betrayal, sorrow, and the loudest of them all, remorse. He had cheated on me, and here I was, letting him come back. I loathed myself. The orgasm that was about to happen was going to be wretched.
"Get up, cunt," I growled, tugging him by his arm pits with a strength that surprised me. "I'm done with you." He stumbled to the table, his breath wavering in confusion. I'd had just about enough of him enjoying himself. He gasped, emitting a meaningless moan when I probed his tight hole with my rigid manhood. He dutifully spread his own open. His hole that I once adored was now pink, hairless, and gleaming with some sort of cream. That much-loved entrance.
I smeared my slick cock head around his ring, dying to get inside of him. A deep rumble emanated from somewhere near me...and then I realized it was my own voice.
"One more chance to stop me," I warned him, panting through my nostrils. "Because once I start, I won't be able to stop."
"Don't stop," he begged, his voice brimming with passion. "I have time." He revealed his phone, just an arm's length away.
Fury surged through me. A terrifying realization dawned: this is what he loved - cheating. While his boyfriend wasxxxxxx doing, well, whatever it was. As I looked down, I spotted his phone, only an arm's length away.
"Why don't you just enjoy it while you can?" I hissed in his ear; "who knows what Kind of diseases your slutty self might have, huh?" His breath quickened, but he still raised his bottom up to maintain contact with my dick. "I'm going to ask you one more time, you little fuck: Are you going to stop me? Or not?"
"No. Fuck me, Nathan, I need you."
Damn it. I inhaled, and inserted my entire shaft into him.
A scream of mixed pleasure and pain erupted from Niki as I pushed my entire length into him with one swift move. His butt resisted for the first few thrusts. Niki's walls were so familiar, except for the looseness I hadn't experienced before. After I fucked him for a while, he started to relax. He gladly accepted the pounding I gave him. Niki moved in synchrony with my thrusts, performing like an accomplished bottom. I hated that he'd become such an adept bottom. Like he sought me out just to show me how much better his new boyfriend fucked him. What a smug bastard.
I grabbed hold of him, right at the back of his neck, and pulled back almost fully, as if to remove him from his place. His breathing grew short; taking a moment, I drove back into him with even more force than before. It felt like it took him by surprise, and he slumped onto the table once more. Shock or even surprise registered on my face too.
His moans were now turning into gasps, a near yelp. As I screwed him fiercely, I couldn't help but feel as if he was nothing more than a plaything, a mere object beneath me. This is all he was worth to me or anyone who shoved their way into his dirty, wet opening. I watched as his limbs moved about, striving for a more comfortable spot.
"Nathan!" he exclaimed, "Stop for a moment."
"No."
It was then that his worry became audible. "Nathan?" he whispered, but I wasn't ready to hear him speak. I pounded him with three powerful thrusts, and his word mongering came to a halt. My balls prepped to explode, and I drew nearer to that blissful moment.
"Don't you want me to cum first?" I said mockingly.
"W-what?"
The realization dawned, and I grunted, inching closer and closer to release. "Make yourself cum if you don't want me to continue."
"Ah...y-yeah." A brief silence as I noticed his bright pink butt.
The only sounds that filled the room were my animalistic grunts, which stood in stark contrast to the horrid act taking place. Somehow, a single, wet, and sickening sound made its way in. Niki was manually stimulating himself, trying to reach an equally satisfying climax. I reached over to stretch out his cheeks to better target my spit.
"Nathan, s-stop!" he pleaded, thriving in my ferocity.
"No!" I pressed on, until I reached the point of no return.
"Please, Nathan," he begged, desperately searching for some semblance of reality. My focus was solely on my own orgasm. Concern turned to desperation, but I was nonplussed.
The wet sound of his hand gliding along his long dick was truly erotic; like a wrongdoing orchestra playing for this demented dance. I decided to change up my position, raising my leg to create better leverage. I thrust with continual and unrelenting force.
"Niki," he wailed; "stop!"
"No."
He resigned himself, picking up the pace in protest. "What have I done to you?" he cried out, his cries increasing in anxiety. God, the animal in me relished the struggle.
With less than a minute, I was ready to release the semen from my testicles. "You hard, huh?" I questioned, reaching my peak.
"Ye-yes."
"Pleasure yourself." My body betrayed me, revelling in the idea of Niki's agonized efforts. His voice was a strained whisper. "I'll only help if you cum before I do."
"Yessir."
I gathered my composure, forcing myself back in the moment. His hands shifted, trying to view me sympathetically. "Nathan..."
"You know who you are." I gripped his neck tighter, leaning back for what I hoped was the final, punishment thrust. How could someone change so much, I questioned.
"D-did you ever think you'd become so...cruel?" his voice cracked.
"The same time you got so loose."
"Wh-what?"
I couldn't shake the guilt that had come upon me. "You were expecting sweet kisses?" I spouted venomously.
"I don't know whatever happened to you during the summer."
"You don't need to." To punish him further, I slapped his ass. "Get to it."
And so he did, panting away as if he was running a marathon. I was indecipherable, lost completely in the depravity of the moment. No, not even he knew the man he was currently trapped beneath.
As I rode his feckless bottom, not even his earnest struggles and muffled cries could shift my focus. The camera on my phone recorded everything. I had no respect for privacy.
I gave him a few powerful shoves. His grunts and whimpers morphed into pleas. I discarded them, continued pushing him roughly, digging deeper into his sodden deposit. "Keep fucking yourself," I commanded, locking onto him.
His attempts at self-pleasure were laced with trepidation, desperately trying to achieve his own climax. The sight was both disturbing and enticing.
"Please, Nathan, I--I'm nearly there," he begged.
Reaching a finger down, I slid it along the back of his neck. I lingered there for a moment before I heard a familiar ringtone. A jolt of terrible recognition hit me. His phone had moved toward me while he was gripping it so tightly. I glanced over, seeing the notification about his wife wanting to know when he'd be home. Without thinking, I grabbed-
"No!" he yelped. I hesitated, contemplating his reaction.
"His dinner's ready, you fucking slut."
"Shit," he sighed as my sticky load landed on his flesh. "Keep cumming on me, please, that's so good, Nathan..." I made sure to soak the ropes I spray out all over his blush-pink back, now covered in sweat and semen. My entire body trembled, beaten by a confusing mix of guilt, vindication, and pure orgasmic euphoria.
Brayden Landry
Brayden Landry (5:18): Should I ask Kim and Adam to join us?
Niki Janetschek (5:47): He's busy. Call back later.
(Sent a video.)
From beneath me, Niki's steady breathing; labored, but overall content, somehow. His post-sex relaxation. I had grown accustomed to those gentle sounds. For a short moment, I let the silence linger.
And then his phone started vibrating in my hand.
"Oh crap," he murmured, struggling to rise. "My phone...where is it?" He disentangled himself from the table, searching for his eyes to rest on the object. Once he spotted it in my grip, vibrating furiously. "What the hell did you do?"
I handed him his phone, silent. I felt no remorse. It was twisted. Totally twisted. I simply watched disbelief spread across his face as he stared at the notifications flooding his screen. I zipped up my jumpsuit, just watching him. His eyes bulged in disbelief as he glared at me. "What the fuck did you do, Nathan?!"
"Your boyfriend wanted to know where you were." I meandered, shrugging; my voice seemed to be coming from somewhere outside myself. "So I showed him."
A raw scream escaped him as he stared at the tiny screen in his hands. "No, no, no...no--Brayden, I..." He snapped his head towards me, glaring in confusion. "What the fuck did you do, Nathan?!"
"Send me back, Niki. Gather your belongings." It felt unusual to be so removed from the situation. Like I was watching Niki fumble for his clothes through a television screen. He barely had his jeans back on, and his jacket barely clung to his shoulder.
I stared at him leave the office. His panicked "no, no, no..." following him out.
I casually cleaned up the table. Disinfecting the cum-covered tabletop. Even sprayed that harsh air freshener no one liked, it was part of the process. I sauntered out into the empty hallway, the cool air wrapping around me. Niki's agonized noises eventually faded into the emptiness.
I felt nothing for Niki. Nothing about his pain mattered to me. Just a burning knot of guilt in the depths of my stomach. I might have felt some remorse for Brayden, from a distant perspective. But the deed was done.
"Who are you?" Suddenly yelled from down the hall. Immediately followed by Niki's panicked footsteps fading away. "Hey! Hey!"
Ah, yes. A different guard on duty today. This occurred to me and a lump formed in my throat. And yet...I didn't care.
I enveloped my hands in the cleaning rag, standing in the dark, empty hallway under flickering fluorescent lights. The knot in my stomach hardened into an unmistakable guilt. Guilt, mixed with the taste of finally being avenged--years late and unsatisfying.
Yes, humans can be deeply evil. I, the embodiment, stood in the hallway of a building in Alta Vista, feeling the dusty air dry the sweat from my skin after an undeserved orgasm.
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