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The blood rushed to your head as you came to, looking around but not able to move, the binds around your wrists and ankles keeping you in place. You felt nauseous, whatever Victor had given you was really messing with your stomach.
But that wasn’t your main thought for long, not when you noticed Victor in front of you sitting in his leather chair, legs spread as he slowly stroked his already hard cock.
“Welcome back, I was starting to think I’d have to start without you.” Victor spoke with a grin, tilting his head as his eyes roamed your body.
You were naked, goosebumps pebbling your skin, nipples hard and straining towards him. A shiver went down your spine as you tried to close your legs, stopped by the restraints around them keeping them open.
“Eyes on me. Watch me stroke myself, love.” Victor purred, his hand squeezing and pulling on his shaft a bit faster now.
You could see the muscles in his thighs twitching, how his stomach concaved as he took harsh breaths, his cock pulsing and leaking all over his hand. His cock spurted a thick glob of precum as Victor felt your eyes on it, making his groan and squeeze himself.
You couldn’t believe it, he was really just going to jerk off in front of you like this, jerk off to your body. Victor’s tongue flicked out and you swore he could taste your anxiety, and arousal.
Victor leaned back, spreading his legs wider as he moved faster over his cock, eyes half lidded, mouth slightly open as he groaned lowly. Wet sounds of his fist hitting his pelvis and the slick sounds of his precum on his skin filled the room.
“Fuck yes, baby. Keep watching me.” He groaned, reaching down to fondle and palm his heavy aching balls, the action making his cock jump and twitch.
You felt your pussy clench and start to leak, the hot slick dripping down your thighs as you watched him in awe, eyes flicking down to his cock and back up to his face.
A grin formed slowly across Victor’s face as he watched you watch him, he noted the way your eyes dilated and your cunt dripped. He reached to the side, picking up an object from his side table.
He chuckled as your eyes widened upon realizing what he had in his hand. Victor held it up teasingly.
“Look familiar?” He asked in a low murmur, a wide grin on his lips, waving the object slightly in the air.
It was your toothbrush. You looked at him in a mix of shock and confusion. Why did he have it, and more importantly… What was he going to do with it?
“Victor… What- what are you doing?” You asked softly, eyes flicking around nervously.
He chuckled, giving you a shrug as if he wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing.
“Just having a bit of fun, dear.”
His voice was condescending, almost mean in nature. His other hand rubbed his piss slit, spreading the beading precum around it before bringing the butt of the toothbrush to it.
You gasped out as he started to push it inside, as did he. Victor let out a long groan, his hips flexing upwards, balls tightening as the flimsy plastic breached his dick.
“Oh fuck.” He growled out, teeth gritting as he continued pushing the plastic into himself, his breaths were harsh, his grip on his dick firm and almost painful. Victor's eyes rolled back as he pushed it almost fully inside, the bristles brushed his tip, small spurts of precum managing to come out around the invading object and covering your toothbrush in the thick potent liquid.
Even as disgustinged and disturbed as your were, you couldn’t help the flush of your cheeks, or the way you clenched and ached for him to keep going.
Victor let out a sigh as he slowly withdrew the brush about an inch before pushing it back in. Each moment like razorblades and heaven mixed. And the fact that you were watching him defile your stuff, only fueled his lust.
He started to simultaneously fuck the brush in and out of his piss slit and firmly stroke himself, the mixed sensations making his thighs shake as breath hitch.
“Holy fuck…” You mumbled out, mouth agape, eyes unable to leave the debauched sight in front of you. Your thighs squeezed together in an attempt to soothe the desperate ache between your legs, hips rutting forward slightly.
Victor tensed, his mouth hanging open as he bent forward slightly. His cock jerked and pulsed as he led out a loud, guttural groan. He fucked the brush in and out quickly before pulling it out in one swift motion.
“Fuck yes!“ Victor growled out harshly, eyes fluttering. “Just like that!”
His hips surged upwards as his cum sprayed his belly, thighs, and the floors. It seemed to be never ending, huge splatters of thick seed covering him as he trembled and gasped, his orgasm more intense than usual.
He wasn’t even finished cumming before he put it back inside, fucking himself harder, even as his body fought to stop him.
You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, you could barely process it. Yet, you could feel your cunt reacting to him, to the sheer wrongness of it all.
In a way, you liked it.