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Cordelius is by no means a bad person, he just wants the person he admires and loves the most to like him back—to catch his attention. Even if that meant harboring ill intentions with that said person. How could he help it, though? A loser meeting the light of his gloomy life; he couldn’t help but feel a connection.
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It all started when Cordelius was taking a smoke after long hours of work. The mushroom-crazed man rubbed his eyes, tired and sick of it all. He took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, the flames dancing as they light up the dark alleyway. He stared up into the bright night sky, the dim streetlight spotlighting him.
The gardener zoned out into the distance—not noticing his light dwindling and disappearing. He let out a tch, and just as he turned around to leave—a bright yellow and blue figure appeared in the corner of his eye. He watched an energetic graffiti artist spray painting a starfish skillfully, his eyes focusing on the scuba diver’s expressions. He was drawn to his noticeable presence, something snapping inside of him. This is what he was missing. A beaming ray of sunshine to complete his melancholic world.
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After 2 months of stalking, Cordelius moved next to the artist—whose name is Otis—‘s house. In the morning, he greeted Otis and grew closer to him just like any kind neighbor would. At night, he’d collect pictures and videos of Otis and hang them on his wall, all while busting his nut on the younger man’s photographs daily, if not hourly.
The gardener, usually hostile to strangers, found himself drawn to Otis, his one exception. He’d have all kinds of fantasies of him, most of them ending with eating his pussy out and fucking him senseless. He couldn’t even count the number of times he jerked off and released his seed to the thought of Otis crying, begging him to stop all the while the older man pounds him like a jackhammer and cums inside.
After his hour-long jerking off session, Cordelius couldn’t handle it anymore. He will fuck the boy today.
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Otis wakes up feeling heavy, his vision blurry. He feels hot and numb. What happened, again? What was the last thing he remembered? He could recall his neighbor inviting himself in and Otis welcoming him. He was working on his art project for his upcoming exhibition—then…
The scuba diver can’t recall anything after that.
Otis finally regained his vision and saw a familiar landscape. It was a dark purple domain, and he sees a figure he knows very well. It was Cordelius—his kind neighbor. He remembers the gardener showing him his domain after Otis questioned him about it.
He still felt hot, though. Once the younger man regained some of his senses, he finds Cordelius sucking and licking his clit like a starved man.
”C-Cordelius?” Otis muttered “W-What are you doing?!” the realization hitting him.
Cordelius smirks ”Stay still, honey”
“Gah! C-Cor!” Otis’s back arched as Cordelius’s tongue lapped at his folds.
The older man could taste the tanginess hitting his tongue, but it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He wouldn’t ever let any other brawler see Otis like this. He would never let them taste the sweetness sitting in between his legs.
This was all his
Otis keeps moaning as Cordelius goes down on his pussy. He was confused on what was happening, too overstimulated by his neighbor’s skillful tongue and strong arms pinning his legs and hose down. What was happening? Is this a bad dream? The inexperienced artist has never done anything like this before.
The gloomy man smirked as he saw Otis’s cries for help and starts inserting his digits inside meanwhile his lower body pitches a tent. He latches on and sucks on his vagina one last time before pulling away.
“Cordelius—stop! W-Why are you doing this-? I don’t understa- ngh!” Otis says before the mushroom-crazed man thrusts deep inside him. The immediate stretch was agonizing, feeling it fill up all the way to his stomach too much for the first-timer.
“Look at you, so beautiful—you were made for my cock. Why didn’t I do this sooner? You’re a natural, taking my member so well” The obsessed man exclaimed, his breath heavy and filled with lust. He continued pounding, his rhythmic movements similar to a jackhammer all the while he ruins the poor, overstimulated Otis.
The gardener abuses his pretty pink cunt, hitting his prostate deep and driving the younger brawler insane, tears streaming down his singular eye. A string of high-pitched whines, noises— begging him to stop did the opposite. Cordelius kept on going, there was no stopping him. Otis came once, then twice, then thrice; but that didn’t stop the maniac.
“Please, Cordelius-“ Otis whined. Apparently that was the older man’s breaking point, as he immediately poured his seed inside. “Oh, fuck— Otis! you feel so good baby, so warm and hot” he exclaimed as his cock did not stop cumming. After a while, Cordelius finished inside of him and pulled out.
Otis let out heavy breaths, unbelieving of what just happened. His abused pussy oozed cum out due to the over-excessive load. And just as he finally thinks it’s over, a shadow looms over him. “Ready for round 2?”
That night, Cordelius did not let Otis out of his domain with his ability to walk.