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He needed a fix. What was he supposed to do if he couldn't get it? His head would burst, and at this pressure it would probably leave a gash in the earth stretching the full length of this never-ending straight road.
Staring at the tallest skyscraper on the horizon, he imagined it collapsing in on itself, and a flutter of lightning hit his left temple from the inside. One of the streetlights ahead went out.
"Hold on, we're almost there!" the Clown he was riding with said, trying to reassure him but his voice was like a bullet between the eyebrows and Tetsuo moaned, grinding his forehead between the man's shoulder blades.
No, no he wasn't going to make it. Almost there could mean thirty minutes, ten minutes, five, but he couldn't last another second, his fingers losing purchase where they gripped the Clown's leather jacket. There had to be some way for him to take the edge off, and the roar of engines, the smell of exhaust weren't compatible with him right now. Tetsuo shoved his face completely into the wide back in front of him, taking in short breaths of the stink of fearsweat. He wanted to get off, take this guy's jacket and wrap himself up in it, shield the rest of his senses from this annoying fucking world.
He was getting a little closer without thinking. Somewhere between being too cold, and being too hot but wanting more of it. Tetsuo edged his hips further forward on the seat until his entire body was flat and snug against the driver. Barely able to feel the rest of his own body below his head, he tightened his squeeze around chest and undulated, like a boa constrictor ready to swallow.
"Pull over."
"? Did you say something?" the Clown yelled to be heard over the motors, and his friends driving at their side turned their heads to look.
"There. On the side of the road. Up ahead."
They didn't even ask why, knowing better at this point, and finally killed their engines so Tetsuo could hear the ringing in his ears more clearly. He stumbled off, numb, scuffing the soles of his slippers against the pavement and dragging his driver by the sleeve to the stoop of the closest building. The steps were big enough to sit on, it would work.
"What are you…?"
The guy sat where directed, and then stared, his expression unreadable behind his mask but no doubt wide-eyed and dumb. Tetsuo got a little satisfaction from that alone, but then came the voice of one of the other two, still waiting frozen on the sidelines.
"Hey, don't hurt him! We did everything you asked, it's just a few more blocks from here I swear–"
"Just shut up and don't move, or you can join the last guy," Tetsuo said, but he didn't really care about them at this point. He wasn't looking away from the man in front of him, the one who'd invited him along in the first place.
"You wanted to help me, didn't you."
…
Tetsuo ignored the exclamations from behind him, he ignored the questions, escalating in urgency, from in front of him. He knew what he needed as he stepped out of his hospital shorts, forgetting them on the sidewalk and moving forward to straddle his new toy's lap.
"Do what I tell you," he said, without even glancing up at the guy's face, too busy forcing his pants open. "Do it, do a good job and I'll let you live."
With so much sweat between them both and the agony of his migraine far overwhelming any other pain, Tetsuo found it almost easy to sink down on this guy's cock, shoving it in flaccid and keeping a thumb in alongside it to help keep it there.
"Keep your arms here, and don't stop until I say you can. I don't care if your fucking dick snaps," Tetsuo said, his chin on the man's shoulder as he nestled in and forced him to bearhug as tight as he could around the ribs. "You make me cum like this."
…
The man nudged his hips up and down, weak and hesitant, probably terrified of slipping out. Tetsuo kept his fingers almost clawed around him, held at the base, and even though this had all been a shot in the dark the guy was getting hard, slowly but surely.
They both looked past each other as they had what neither of them could possibly acknowledge as sex– the Clown huffing loudly in his mask, fogging up his goggles, and Tetsuo panting openly, drooling onto the shoulderpad his chin rested on. Once his driver had gotten fully erect and could fuck up into him without help, Tetsuo had both arms free to tuck in between them, along with his legs as best he could; getting into a fetal position and making the man hold him entirely.
And just like that, he zoned out. Time lost a little meaning and the pain took a backseat to the feeling of his hole getting split, cock grinding against the back of his bladder in tandem with a large, warm hand stroking a section of his back.
At least for a while, Tetsuo was completely content, empty-headed. Taken care of.
"Sorry, I can't, I can't–"
Then the man holding him grunted and crushed him further into a little ball, shuddering into him, nice and deep.
Finishing, long before Tetsuo got close.
The teen allowed for a pause, and then lifted himself off, wiping his mouth with his arm and looking back over his shoulder. The other two guys were long gone, along with their motorcycles.
"I'm really sorry, I'll keep going, I'll do whatever you want!" the driver begged, trying desperately to jerk himself back to full mast. But Tetsuo ignored it, clambering out of his lap and turning his back as he picked his shorts back up off the ground.
"I feel a little better," he said, not at all dissatisfied by his lack of orgasm– instead, a pleasant, renewed sensation buzzed along his limbs. "Get up and let's go."
…
It took less than an hour for the bowling alley to fill with the musk of sex.
Tetsuo wasted no more time than necessary on proving the futility of trying to fight him, and after making his demands he collapsed onto one of the couches, head starting to throb again.
A few guys rushed off to find the drugs he needed, and the worried silence of the eight or so other Clowns in the room said that things weren't looking promising.
But this time Tetsuo knew he had a way to soothe himself, and having this audience wasn't going to deter him. If anything, it made him crave it more.
"Now? Here…?"
The driver knew without being told directly, and understood the consequences of saying no, better than anyone else. But he still lowered his voice and shuffled his feet. "I can… we can have more privacy in the back office, or outside, or–"
"I want it here. Now."
…
It was quicker to get started this time. Tetsuo let his slippers fall off, one knee on each side of the man's thighs, rolling his ass back on his own with a little energy to spare. He didn't turn to look but he felt the many sets of eyes on him, the murmurs of disgust, confusion and speculation although he couldn't hear them clearly. Turning his back and making himself this vulnerable didn't make them feel safer at all. They all knew better than to approach, frozen with fear by a force they couldn't predict. But they couldn't take their eyes off of whatever was unfolding, either.
The man beneath him was humiliated to the point of hiding his masked face behind Tetsuo's chest. But again he left the younger teen behind in his pursuit of release, and before long Tetsuo was scowling over a sated victim who'd reached his limit after two rounds.
"...Next!"
…
Tetsuo went clockwise around the semicircle of couches, methodically and almost clinically forcing himself on every member of the gang that came within his arm's reach. Each time, he felt as though he were going down a line of ants, crushing them with his thumb as they emerged. It didn't matter how ugly they were, how much their dicks reeked, how far beneath him Tetsuo knew that they were. If they got hard for him he would take them in and fuck them with his hole until they were wrung dry, left limp-dicked in a shaky, traumatized row on the couch. Not only did the stimulation assuage the pain in his head, but he felt like he grew a little more powerful with each ejaculation he forced out inside of him. Absorbing their pleasure, their fear, their shame. Their lives.
"Don't disappoint me," Tetsuo said, seating himself on the next one, face to face– he switched positions based on impulse, but he was always going to be on top.
If his partner could last more than five minutes, Tetsuo would find himself getting into it, his body shedding a fresh layer of sweat and seeming to naturally curl in on itself. He'd rest his head on the guy's chest, or press his face into his own arms where they rest on the back of the couch, or tilt his neck all the way back and stare empty up at the ceiling. All while his hips writhed in a circle of their own accord, the sound of his own labored breathing and the fizzing in his ears washing over everything else. Sometimes he'd hear murmurs of the Clowns discussing amongst themselves, the words too distant to make out, and he'd force out a melted "Ssshut uhhhp," flinging chairs or bowling balls in their general direction until the voices quieted.
The guy he was riding now seemed to really like him, or at least wanted to appease him. Rubbing his scalp and his temples in an attempt to ease his headache. It felt patronizing, but pleasant enough that Tetsuo didn't stop him. He'd have to order that they all do that from now on.
He'd come a few times– it was sharp and tight and pure white, a few moments free of any pain or violent thoughts. But seconds later his heart rate always seemed to catch up with him, the pleasure hormones he'd amassed clearing out all at once and suddenly he'd be starting at zero, the throbbing in the front of his skull so severe that light fixtures in the ceiling would pop and sprinkle the floor with glass. After his third time cumming, he'd wrenched his tightly shut eyes open to get a look at the Clown's reaction, only to find that the face in front of his was cracked in the center, flayed open like someone who'd lit a firework in their mouth. Blue face paint gave way to deep red jam, spilled over a set of teeth that had been split into four sections.
Oh well. Tetsuo rolled off, a little disappointed and eager to move onto the next one, who was death gripping the couch cushion beneath him, scared but still stiff.
He'd never been in so much pain in his life, but Tetsuo was pretty sure he'd never felt so high before either. He was too sick to appreciate it right now, but that tickle of something at the bottom of his throat, threatening to come up when he looked down at what he'd accomplished– it could only be called pride. He was the boss now. Not just of this bunch of shaky, whimpering little cocks, but of all of them. This whole city, this whole world. Who was going to deny him, the way he was now?
Kaneda couldn't do it like this. Tetsuo couldn't even imagine it. Kaneda with his hands planted on the knees of his enemies, working his ass back, making them beg for mercy in minutes, too scared to even think of touching him without permission. Sure, he'd probably be good at it– he could probably bounce for hours and still have the breath to sneer out a taunt, or smack a guy around for cumming too soon. But the problem with Kaneda was that he would never have the guts to try. He'd never have the intellect to think of a victory as perfect as this. He'd always be stuck in his own little box, unable to comprehend everything that was possible in this world, unable to find himself nude except for his jacket and sitting himself on a cock so fat it made his teeth chatter–
"Here, it's all the stuff we had at the warehouse!"
The words cut through Tetsuo's spiraling thoughts, probably saving the life of the guy he was currently riding reverse cowgirl. Blister packs and loose pills spilled out of the lackey's arms and onto the table, and a few soda cans and a glass of water were set down.
"Took you long enough…"
Tetsuo paused, sitting back on the cock inside of him and making the man deflate with a groan and cover his eyes in shame.
As if he'd done it a hundred times, Tetsuo tore a packet open, poured it into his palm and swallowed them all at once. He went for the water to chase them, and then as he got his next breath he poured another handful into the glass, and then another. Each gulp brought him only a hair of relief, so he continued, oblivious to the looks of horror surrounding him, and started to grind his hips back again, like it would make the pills kick in faster.
Gradually the static began to clear. And this time, when the guy inside him lifted his gown to get a better look at his ass, shuddered, and squeezed his hips, Tetsuo felt only satisfied by the load, letting him slip out and retreat when he wanted. Tetsuo took a moment to rest, rolling his neck, laying his head back. Spreading his legs.
The Clown who had delivered the pills was crouched in front of him, looking up expectantly.
"... Did you want me to go next…? …Sir?"
Tetsuo looked down at him. His softened face twisted into a little smile.
He lifted his hips just slightly up off the sticky leather seat, beckoned, and after breathing a threat into his ear, he let his new subordinate take him laying down.