Rent Boy, Chapter 3
Warning: Choking, Futanari, sex involving a man, rough, oral, bulges, name calling, degeneration, sph, sibling rivalry, implied Futanari with Futanari
For context, let's step away from Charlie's semen-stained body, lying unconscious on the couch. His flat is simply one building in a fancy housing complex owned by Pearl Holdings. If you drive into the area from the street, you'll pass directly under a sign labeled "F. Sanctuary Park," onto a paved road that follows a small artificial waterway. The road will eventually reach an underground parking garage. From there, the entire space is a park. There are six to ten story buildings on the outskirts, with several two to three story buildings scattered across the grounds. The complex is expansive: it runs nearly two kilometers from end to end and side to side. There's a theater, a few cafes, bars, clothing stores, and a grocery store – all with hidden signage to preserve privacy in the complex. The primary theme is greenery: trellis designs draped down the sides of buildings, green ferns growing around balconies, and tree-lined paths throughout the park.
The residents are quite varied. Some luxury apartments span whole floors in one of the glistening white towers on the outer edge, near a range of facilities. Others are like battery farms: small spaces for single living in a two-story building. Charlie lives in one of these: his building, the Black Bunny, got its name from the dark paint on its exterior and the odd angle of its solar panels, looking like folded-back rabbit ears. It's no wonder it's so cheap.
The residents of this place share certain traits: they're mostly all Futanari, and sexually insatiable. New males are rare out here, near a county border. Charlie is a sought-after prize: his plump behind, girlish moans, and submissive nature spread the word on social media platforms, driving users toward Pearl's OnlyFans at a breakneck pace. All these residents pay a hefty sum to observe the adventures of this new cock.
At 6:35 a.m., everyone's phones pinged, all at once. It was a message from Pearl.
The message's content and the accompanying picture were discussed and examined immediately.
Doors slammed shut across the complex at 6:36 a.m., as Futanari rushed out, half-dressed. Others waited patiently with a smirk, texting Futanari and looking out their windows, hoping to see if someone or something was moving. Today would be entertaining.
6:05 a.m.
Charlie's eyes slowly opened. He looked up, squinting at the sun shining in his face. He wouldn't be able to sleep anymore: his flat was now flooded with light. He stretched his neck, making a surprised noise from the pain.
Charlie surveyed his flat, trying to piece together the previous day. He'd had wine with Lily, then was raped, then unpacked with Candy, had dinner with her, then had sex, and almost choked to death by her thick, silky sperm after swallowing several strands of it. He grunted, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, fondly remembering the embarrassing scene he made the night before, the begging, the whimpering, the nervousness. That had been awful. Lily had cast a spell on him; the only explanation for his actions, he reasoned, was that absorbing mind-boggling amounts of Futanari sperm in a single day would make him lose his intelligence when he became aroused. This understanding gave him some assurance that living there wouldn't be so bad as long as he controlled his sex life.
He took a quick shower, then changed his attire. He hesitated over a shirt. It was sheer black lace, entirely within his chest size; it would be snug yet comfortable. He laid it down. He had never had urges to wear such suggestive lingerie before – except for the thrill of shock value, not for the pleasure.
He put on some fresh underwear, deciding to return to the shirts and pants later.
As he settled into his underwear, Charlie glanced out the window towards the adjacent apartment building, spotting their pool. He noticed a woman lazing there, appearing to be around 45, wearing sunglasses and resting on her back. Totally uncovered. At the sight, Charlie's mouth gaped open. As this lady lifted her hands from her nipples, she tugged her sunglasses down to observe him more closely. His eyes darted about frantically, hoping she wasn't checking out anyone other than him. She casually brought her hands back to her front, both gripping her crotch and pumping away.
With an urgent need to understand the implications of his new home, Charlie pored over records that documented cum addiction by futa residents. While all cases weren't identical, it appeared that each had an adjustment period. Some people would experience mild headaches if recalling non-sexual ideas, but they'd still fare better than the alternative. He watched video after video of men with mesmerized gazes and open mouths. Some were partially brain-damaged, while others couldn't get enough, gleefully welcoming two cocks into their asses without minding the pain.
He explored the possibility of overcoming his rapidly deepening arousal for Lily, but guiltily acknowledged this was only a concept, not something he'd truly consider.
6:29 AM
A knock on the door sent Charlie into a tizzy.
"Hello?"
To his delight, it was Lily's voice: "It's me. Let me in." The banging resumed, this time sophy but more persistent.
Charlie's guard stiffened. "Do you need to—I mean should someone stop knocking?" came his tentative reply.
"Hush. Just wait until my hand descends from the wall and open," came her explanation. Her tone was more brisk than usual.
As a murky realization dawned, Charlie opened the door wider, and Lily strode in, annoyed.
"To the corner, asshole," she ordered, her voice cracking with frustration.
"Yes, Mommy!"
He eyed the woman entering behind his concubine: a beautifully toned brunette wearing form-fitting shorts and tight trainers. Sarah was dominant in her presence, and Charlie couldn't help but be drawn to her.
"This is my sister, Mistress Sarah," his mother confirmed, and then faced him directly.
"Yes, Mistress Sarah," Charlie echoed, eyes locked on Sarah.
Her brows arched. "Nice. She's eager and obedient. Heard she had a thing for authority."
Lily replied tersely, "If it makes you feel any better, she can have him if she wants."
Despite his embarrassing situation, Charlie couldn't muster any malice towards Lily. Despite any resentment this newcomer might cause, his deepening desires gravitated towards Sarah.
"Sarah, Sarah," murmurred Charlie, "Tell me what to do."
The challenger approached him, gripping his shoulders with her firm hands. "Kneel."
Willingly falling to his knees, Charlie had an intense feeling he might not be able to resist Sarah's advances. She was the leader of his small demise—regal and imposing. His time with his mother had conditioned him to crave for more.
"Now, Charlie," she said, "We need to resolve a problem. You're living with us but do you have a job? Work helps prevent this cum-craving addiction."
The prospect left him pale and shaky. He'd intended to search for work, but he'd become too enchanted by Lily. Realizing he was in a bind, he panicked.
"No, Mistress Sarah, I'm jobless," Charlie confessed.
Charlie crouched down, like a stone submerged in water. She grinned. "We're generous. We'll help you find a job, maybe you'll be something like temporary help, a new job every week. That can be exciting. And here's another job we can give you. This place is large. There are many restrooms here: we can have you cleaning out all the bathrooms, volunteering at the gloryholes, swallowing numerous loads down your throat until you leave looking like you're pregnant." Her grin widened.
"So if you want the first option, we'll give it to you without hesitation. But first, you need to swallow my dick."
In a blink, Sarah's belt buckle was undone, her pants were lowered, and her cock was exposed. Charlie was dumbfounded. It was big: as big as Lily's nine-inch cock, but much thicker. He couldn't help but stare at it as it stiffened, growing longer and thicker.
Sarah removed her suit jacket, throwing it on the couch. Next to her, Lily was taking out her already-erect cock, rubbing it between her fingers.
"So, if you don't want us to force you into the second option, I suggest you take my princess into your mouth in three, two..."
Charlie's eyes snapped open in terror as he looked at her, comprehending the situation; his head moved forward, his mouth already accepting the tip. He moaned around her cock; it felt so much better than Candy's cock, throbbing against his tongue so much more as it stroked his mouth, dancing around the back of his throat. Sarah checked her watch. "Okay, little one, we don't have much time, so I hope you enjoy me doing this quickly."
Sarah seized his hair at the roots, causing Charlie to hiss in pain, barely screaming as she pushed his head down, forcing his mouth under her hips. His head was tilted fully back, and Lily couldn't help but admire the grace, knowing what her sister was about to do to his poor throat.
"I'd take my time, but you seem like a whore who likes being handled roughly."
Bending over him, Sarah cast a large shadow, her cock aiming toward Charlie's throat. Charlie didn't realize what was about to happen, the excruciating pain and intense pleasure of sucking pre-cum from her tip kept him from comprehending that he was in the perfect position to fuck his throat.
There was a thrust, a shorter but loud gag from Charlie, and Sarah's cock forced its way past the back of his mouth, now tightly fitting within his throat. His arms began to twitch, grasping her legs to maintain balance as her stomach filled his jaw. She pulled back slightly, admiring the amount of saliva already on her length from that single thrust. She didn't cease grinning. She yanked on his hair again, making him scream — or try to — and forced her cock even deeper into his throat than before.
Lily couldn't help but desperately stroke her own cock, observing as her sister took absolute control of Charlie's throat. Despite her jealousy and anger, she couldn't deny that she found the idea of treating a whore rudely to be sexually arousing.
Charlie tried to utter something around the cock in his mouth, choking his airway, but he couldn't think of anything to say. His hands clenched onto Sarah's ankles for dear life.
"Almost there, whore. Don't pass out now." She thrust again, another gag, pulled out again, thrust, pull, thrust, pull... Lily's moans reverberated throughout the room. She was close. The air felt lighter than air, but she reached for a phone in the pants around her ankles and activated the camera, continuing to stroke with one hand. Her fingers were saturated with pre, which smudged the camera lens as she aimed it at Charlie's kneeling form.
Sarah looked down at her groin. She was close. Not only in terms of how much more of her length she could force down his throat but also how much more she could take before treating his throat as a cock sheath and a semen repository.
Charlie realized what was about to happen this time, and he closed his eyes as she made one... last... thrust.
There was a loud smack that resounded throughout the room. Her groin slammed into his face, her cock completely inserted into him now. His eyes rolled back as Sarah moaned, slapping his back as she grunted and fired load after load into him. Lily leaned closer and noticed Sarah's eyes on her as she looked over her back while she was bent over the kneeling figure of Charlie.
Ugh, Lily groans as her orgasm hits. Sarah chuckles, and Lily's semen spills all over Charlie's face, some sticky fluid clinging to his lips and slipping into his open mouth. Sarah's penis remains erect inside him. Lily snaps a photo as more semen squirts out from her dick, splattering across Charlie's bare chest. The photo looks slightly out of focus, capturing Charlie's eyes rolled back, Sarah's thick cock completely in his throat, and his entire body and face coated in fresh, glistening cream.
A few seconds later, Lily's phone beeps, but she's too focused on Sarah carefully standing up from his crouching position, pushing Charlie's head away, and watching the slimy strands of spit and cum that cling to Charlie's lips and attach to Sarah's penis. Sarah ruffles his hair and wipes away some sweat.
"Good job, boy," Sarah says. "We'll find you a job today. Isn't that nice?" Charlie gulps for air, but manages a nod. "Yes... Mistress." Lily cackles malevolently. She enjoys the rough treatment of the submissive man more, savors the moments when he loses all control.
Lily and Sarah exchange a glance as Lily finishes doing up her pants. Lily nods approvingly at Sarah, urging her on. Sarah rolls her eyes.
"There's just one more thing I need to tell you," Sarah says. "Momma Pearl has been kind -- she usually puts her toys to work immediately, but she thinks you deserve a break. A chance to walk around, breathe in some fresh air. Anything you males like to do." She checks her watch. "Is three hours enough for you, toy? No? You can have four hours if you want to suck my cock again." Charlie raises his head and looks at Sarah, barely able to reply. Charlie shakes his head. Lily laughs. Sarah's grin fades in irritation.
"Well, three hours it is then. You'll have some time to rest, but your time begins then. We'll find you." Sarah pauses. "Oh, by the way, my balls are still kind of full. They shot a load into you, but I usually cum twice in the mornings. They're a bit backed up." She cupped her penis, allowing him to see her full testicles. She pulled his head in for a kiss, and they started making out soon after, with kisses and touches. She adored the attention her penis received. Maybe it was the idea of punishing him, but it also turned her on.
She lifted her penis away from Charlie's head, some of the cum dripping onto the back of his neck. After the kiss, Sarah turns to Lily.
"Remember that deal about Auger something? That bitch who tried to screw us out of that property deal up north? She's now trying to sell us one of her toys for... punishment? Do you think it's a trap?"
Between her hands, Sarah balanced Charlie's head, guiding him to her other testicle. Sarah sighs in pleasure as he starts sucking it. "Look at you, you lovely ballsucker."
Lily is still facing away from the couple, gazing out the window as she continues to release cum from her penis. The door to the apartment next to Charlie slowly opens, and a middle-aged, flat-chested woman pops her head out, curious about the screaming. Lily spins around, wrapping her hand around the woman's throat. She drags her inside, slams the door shut, and says, "Shut the fuck up. I need to use your ass for a moment. You'll fucking love it."
Nia sprinted on the treadmill, relishing the fact her manhood pressed against her Lycra pants - it was visible to everyone in the gym, expanding by the minute. She had short locs that jiggled as she ran, and an astonishingly toned physique. She was also one of the tallest African women she knew, standing at 6 feet 6 inches, and the same was true for her male member: a gigantic 8 inches, yet still rising. Nia didn't hear anything from the outside world - the music playing through her headphones kept her focused and started.
A hand waved in her field of view. A greeting. Nia glanced, to see her gang of friends mingling around some weights near her treadmill, one of them waving her arms to get her attention. All of them were glued to their phones, agitated to leave. Nia glanced down at her phone on the platform next to the treadmill controls: it had gotten an alert two minutes ago at 6:36 am. She took out her earphones, then turned off Charlie's deep and rough groans playing through it on her phone. The ASMR stuff had been worth it.
"What's the problem?" She turned to Sierra, the one who'd waved at her; she had a blend of punk and goth, with long white hair and pierced nipples retreating beneath her hastily fastened black shirt. She fiddled with the fishnet glove on one hand as she read her phone, looking up at Nia.
"Are you at the Pussy Maker level?"
Nia laughed.
"No! There are no rewards yet."
Sierra shook her head in disbelief, looking back to her phone.
"Well, they do now."
Nia snatched Sierra's phone from her hand before she could object. The message mentioned changes to the Operating Terms, additional perks to the "Always Watching" tier, a rise in costs for lower tiers, and a decrease in costs for higher tiers, and one last thing:
"For those who have enlisted at the topmost level, the Bitch Breaker tier, thank you so much for your support so far. Despite any belief that the Tier's perks are inadequate, it is not the case. This stops today. Starting now, in designated times of "Free Use Time", Charlie Hardy will be roaming F. Sanctuary Park's premises, and members of the Bitch Breaker tier can press him into sexual intercourse, regardless of his reluctance. If you're not a member of this level, but also achieve this benefit, you'll be penalized, with your down payment lost, a strike on your credit score, and your accommodations in jeopardy depending on the gravity of the act. This advantage cannot be applied retroactively (i.e., lower tier - forced Charlie - joined this level), and anyone engaging in sexual activities with Charlie once "Free Time" ends will be kicked out immediately from the grounds. His first three hours begin now. Condoms are much appreciated to help our endeavors to constrain him, but they're not necessary."
Nia set down her phone and clenched her fist, yelling. This boosted her heart rate. It surged through her body and into her mind. She flexed her muscles, arms bulging. Sierra hit her on the shoulder. "You haven't even reached the ending yet!" Nia grunted, picking up her phone again.
"There is a raffle on offer to these members: anyone who wins will experience 24 uninterrupted hours with Charlie, with an optional/conditional monetary compensation. The many strategies you can win tickets for the draw are: during Free Time, if you ejaculate inside (6 tickets) or ejaculate on (2 tickets) Charlie, if you stream any sexual acts in which Charlie plays a part through the link below (3 tickets), or if you force Charlie to ejaculate without any stimulation to his penis (4 tickets). Good luck, and have fun hunting."
Attached was a picture of Charlie she hadn't seen yet, one with him splattered in cum, his cock down his throat. At 6:39 am, Sarah posted a photo through the global Facebook page of Charlie covered in cum on his back with the caption: "He'll clean himself up before displaying his big ass here #freetimestartsnow". Nia's friends stared at her, the lycra resonated as her member stiffened even more. She tucked her phone between her voluptuous breasts, her sports bra holding them in place.
Nia gazed above. A long line of women stroking their cocks led to the women's bathroom. Nia swore under her breath, wiping sweat from her brow.
Piper approached her, slapping her on the shoulder. Piper was shorter than Nia, the same height as Sierra (6 feet 0"), and smaller: she was slender, donning a ripped top that contained her enormous breasts, ripped leather pants, and pink highlights in her short shaved hair.
"We can go to another location if you're too stressed, I know there are toilets in the convenience store next door."
Nia granted an acceptance, and the three of them - Piper, Sierra, and Nia - proceeded to the 24/7 convenience store next door. They passed the burly middle-aged Russian immigrant laboring at the desk, and the overhead electric bell chimed, causing her to look up from her book.
"You must pay before using the restroom, yes?" Nia gestured towards her as they continued on their way past. "Fuck you, miss!"
The cashier - whose name tag declared her moniker as Velma (while it likely was a false name) - snorted and returned to reading Russian erotics: effeminate men bent over with arched backs and protruding butts adorned the front cover. Velma peered over at the surveillance camera screen - the largest window showed a view of Charlie's apartment, and she noticed him putting on a cap, jacket, and shutting the door behind him.
Oh, how she yearned to be the first to penetrate him. To inseminate him with seed that had been building for months. How her organ craved a taste of his anus. However, she had duties. She fiddled underneath her desk, squeezing the remainder of cum from her final orgasm into a jar.
Charlie found himself in the shower for the second time that day, utilizing soap to scour the dried cum off his back. Sarah had ejected a tremendous quantity on him, and Charlie had been reluctant to move even after she exited because he sensed the puddle adjusting as he moved. He ultimately had to let it trickle down his back.
The show was brief - no more than 20 seconds - and his lack of clothing except underwear aided. He hastened to don garments, donning a cap and jacket as he stepped through the doorway. His pockets confirmed that keyless, and as the door slammed behind him, he double-checked the doorknob. It opened. Surprising.
He dismissed the thought and strolled down the staircase, whistling, keeping his hat low, ambulating past a group of individuals hunched over their phone as he passed by.
He pondered what that was regarding.
He considered the premises. The inner court of the complex resembled Central Park with its residential buildings. His apartment appeared more worn than others, but he was glad to be near some amenities: he looked to his right, noticing the entrance to the park, then to his left, spotting the entrance to a bowling center, a gym, and a convenience store right next to it.
He ran his hand across his stomach. He was craving food. As he did, a bizarre sensation arose within him. His stomach grumbled again, and Charlie discerned an unusual salty flavor in his mouth. He felt nourished, almost full. The digestive system convulsions were just in his head. He pondered over the nutritional value of sperm and mused about planning a bowling session following food acquisition.
His vigilance wavered as he failed to perceive three futas stroll from the gym to the convenience store, with a particularly tall black futa between them.
He observed the shop, determined to engage in bowling after breakfast, and stepped into the store.
The overhead bell rang.
Velma regarded him.
Her jaw nearly dropped. Her cock jerked, spraying an amount of cum onto the floor beside the nearly full jar.
"Hi. I'm just searching for some chips. Back row, right?"
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