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When Magnus felt like being nice, he would just put him on his desk and leave him alone. He liked to watch Hikaru struggled in his tiny dress, trying to make sure that he wouldn’t expose himself whenever he moved. That was all futile, Magnus never bothered to tell him that whenever he reached down to cover his front, the back would just flare up to reveal his hole like he was asking to get fucked. It was much better to sit back and watch the literal tiny figure move about as if he still had any power left. 

At the moment, he had Hikaru laying on a little vibrating ball that was much bigger than him. At the size of a small computer mouse, it was hard to find anything that was smaller than Hikaru anyway. 

Magnus had stripped him naked and poured baby oil on him, leaving the tiny figure a slippery mess, before planting him on the toy and told him to clung on to it for as long as he could. 

“Ah!”

He looked at the mess on his desk with a frown. Hikaru had somehow slipped all the way down and was trying to find a way to climb back up without hurting himself. He had cupped his penis with one hand, and was trying to find a way to climb up the equally slippery ball with the other. 

The air conditioner was a tad too cold, and Magnus should have adjusted the temperature a long time ago, but watching the quivering figure tried to cover and warm himself at the same time was too fun to miss. 

Hikaru was already starting to sob. The hand that was supposed to support his body up was shaking, too busy wiping away from the trailing tears that were spilling from those pretty eyes. 

Magnus promptly turned the vibrating toy off, “Get on with it.”

What followed was a small whimper and a tiny sob, then the small man made his way to the toy again, wiping off hands on his body as if he could chase the slippiness away. Once he got his hands properly on the curved surface, Magnus reached out to support his tush with his pen, pushing him up lightly. 

Hikaru almost breathed a sigh of relief at the help, but then the sigh turned into a loud moan when Magnus twisted the pen so that the tip of the pen was poking at his rim instead. It took one slip for the tip to enter him, his hole still open from all the opening that Magnus told him to do before this. 

Magnus pushed the pen up, digging further into Hikaru’s ass as his lithe body got tugged up the toy along with the movement. Once he got Hikaru where he needed him to, Magnus took the pen away, leaving the tiny man a sobbing mess on the toy, body still glistering from the baby oil from before. 

“D’you wanna cum?” He asked, knowing that Hikaru was probably too far gone to say anything. Said man answered him with a nod, his long-forgotten dick still hard and attentive despite his apparent tears. Magnus quirked his lips, “Hump the toy then.”

“Huh?” Hikaru dizzily asked. He looked ready to be devoured, mouth agape, like he was waiting for Magnus to shrink down to his size and face-fuck him. He should do that soon, buy some sort of long mini toy and make Hikaru suck on it as he waited for Magnus to shower him with his cum.

“Hump the ball like the needy slut you are, Hikaru.”

Hikaru gave him a scowl, but he obliged, nevertheless. He had learnt from his many lessons. Magnus used to have to force discipline onto him, needed to make him learn how to properly thank Magnus for housing and dressing him, even when he had turned into such a pathetic state. 

Now, Hikaru knew what to do. He softly grind his hips down against the ball’s surface, resting his face at the nook of his elbow as he tried to hide from Magnus. It was as if he believed that Magnus wouldn’t be able to see him if Hikaru couldn’t see Magnus. 

It took a few limp and sloppy thrust for him to cum, especially with Magnus slowly patting his ass with the pen earlier. Hikaru continued to lay flat, clinging onto the ball, right on top of his own mess. 

“...Magnus…”

“Good boy,” he lifted him up from the toy and lowered him down to a cleaned jar. Hikaru immediately curled to one-side, his slippery, cum-stained body pressing against the clear glass as he rearranged himself. The sight never gets old, “Say ‘ah’, Hikaru.”

Magnus didn’t need a lot to cum. The familiar sight of Hikaru with his chin tilted up, mouth opened, and tongue poking out was sinful enough. It was useless, of course. He could never really swallow his load, always ending up with more of a shower where Hikaru was usually left drenched in his semen, and having to beg his way out of the jar to clean himself up after. 

“Please, Magnus.” He'd even learnt to beg so nicely. 

Magnus was so proud that he let him out of the jar after nearly an hour instead of the usual two.

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“You want to fuck mommy, pup?” 

Danya preened at Hikaru, legs already starting to shake from how hard he was holding himself back. The older man is so close that he could taste him on his tongue, he’s drunk on the sweet vanilla scent of his omega, and he hasn’t even got to touch him yet. With his hands tied behind his back, there’s so little that he could do about it. So, Danya resorted to whimpering, making soft little pleasing sounds when Hikaru itched closer. 

He cradled his face, “That’s all you want, isn’t it?”

Danya weakly nodded. His alpha senses were all jumbled up, the need to takeover, to claim his mate over and over again was rearing its head in. He shifted against the bonds restraining him and make another weak sound. 

“…please…”

“Oh, poor baby,” Hikaru cooed as if he was taking pity on him. He was so close, a little scoot closer and Danya could bury his face into his folds, licking into him and tasting that sweet slick that he’s been longing for all day. The taut continued, “You need me so bad, don’t you?”

The older man was cruel for making him beg even on his rut, and Danya would have said something if he wasn’t so utterly weak for him. Hikaru leaned closer for a moment and gave him a soft peck on his forehead. That was all it took for him to loudly moan, naked body squirming on their sheet like he wasn’t able to control himself. 

“How pathetic,” Hikaru frowned at him, “What kind of alpha goes all limp and docile when they need something from their mate?”

Him, only him. And only for Hikaru. Danya wanted to let his omega know, but all he could let out was a pained groan when Hikaru pushed him back against the bed and straddled him. His hard cock, fitted with a cock ring, stiffly bounced against the other man’s stomach as if to further emphasis how much he needed him. 

Hikaru took a hold of it, he thumbed the slit then made a show of stroking him all gently as if he was trying to help relieve the pain. They both knew how to solve the problem, Hikaru only needed to sink down on him, take his cock into his wet hole for the pain to go away. 

Danya wanted to kiss him, he wanted to rock into him and have the omega whisper sweet things into his ears. He wanted Hikaru to tell him how nicely he fitted inside of him, how good of an alpha he was, and there’s no one else he’d rather belonged to. 

When Hikaru got bore of playing with his cock, he moved up until his pussy was hovering just above his lips. His slick, slippery and warm, trailed down his thighs. He moaned when Danya poked his tongue out for a taste, then tutted at him once he lifted his hips up, “Ah, mommy hasn’t said anything yet.”

Hikaru plunged two fingers into his mouth. He rubbed the digits on his tongue, and his free hand twisted one of Danya’s nipple. He wanted to return the favour. Danya would love nothing more than to sink his teeth down on the red nubs of his omega’s nipples, biting and sucking on those sensitive things until Hikaru was nothing more but a whimpering mess on their bed. 

He thrust his hips into the air, jerking against the pain on his chest. It would be so easy to flip their position around, he should be the one pushing Hikaru on his back, then force him to take all of him in the midst of his rut. Hikaru would sound so pretty with his little sobs and sniffles, mumbling nonsensical praises for his alpha. 

“Mommy…” He relented, murmuring around Hikaru’s fingers, “Please, I wanna taste you.”

“Mhm, have you earned it yet?”

He twirled his tongue around the two digits, then watched as Hikaru’s pussy practically gushed. It didn’t take long for the older man to give up and climbed on his face, he rubbed his cunt along his nose and mouth as if he was trying to hump him. 

“Fuck, baby.”

There’s no other place that he’d rather be. Danya savoured the sweet vanilla taste, finally on his tongue at last. He dove into Hikaru’s pussy with fever, intending to swallow all of him before seeking release for himself. His mouth worried the entrance for a bit, then he took it upon himself to slurp the juices up, taking his time to fuck his mate thoroughly with his tongue.

“Deeper,” Hikaru seized him by the hair and guided him, “You’re nothing more than a slut for mommy’s slick, aren’t you?”

Danya groaned at his words. His bounded hands made a weak attempt to search for his own cock. Hikaru rode his face as if he was the one in heat, pulling him up while pushing himself back down on his tongue like a mad man. Eventually the older man came, he slowed his movement down until Danya’s entire face was slicked up, then gathered the mess on his thighs to put in his mouth. 

He wiped the residue on Danya’s tongue, “Such a good boy.”

Hikaru rested for a while, leaving him alone in the room, still hard and leaking. He made coffee, then came back to kiss the tip of Danya’s dick like nothing was wrong. The older man eventually sunk down on his cock, but instead of letting Danya fuck him, he pulled out a book and read it. 

When he felt like that was enough, Hikaru would start to move, seeking pleasure for himself first. He only pulled the cock ring off after his third orgasm, Hikaru made Danya pop his knot outside his cunt. The older man fingered himself in front of him and asked him to imagine that it was his knot inside instead. 

Danya only wanted some praise. He wanted to hear some loving words, perhaps a little encouragement or two from the love of his life. And for the entire rut period, he would only get those when he’s too tired to comprehend words, and too horny to do anything besides from begging his omega for some relieve. 

“Good boy,” Hikaru would say before he drifted to sleep, “You’re the best, baby.”

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“Hello?” Hikaru knocked on one of the comically painted walls in the room. Apparently GMs weren’t as smart as people thought they were because he’s been stuck in this room for nearly an hour already with no clue on how to proceed next. 

To make the situation worse, they were forced to wear ridiculous outfits that Hikaru would never have thought that he had to wear as a GM. The excuse of a maid outfit tugged on his arms whenever he wanted to move, he was pretty sure that no actual maids wore this. How can they can anything done?

The small window sat at an awkward height on the wall, it was situated low enough to be levelled with his torso. And as much as Hikaru would love to debate with people about how he was tall, he would be the first to admit that this window is too short for it to be functional.

It was barely a window, now that he looked at it more closely. It was just a round hole in the wall that was large enough for a body to fit through. He traced the rim of the circle with his fingers and briefly considered if that was what he wanted to do. There were cameras in the room, filming and recording for content. All for content.

He put his arms through first to make sure that he could leverage himself to push the rest of his body out of the hole. The top half went through smoothly, and Hikaru took a bit of time to sarcastically pat himself on the back when he realised that the other side was a pitch black room that he couldn’t see anything in. 

Hikaru heaved a sigh and started to push the rest of his body out. His hands pushed once, twice against the wall before the struggle got to him. He tried again, this time using his feet to help him anchor himself forward. But his stupid legs were now too short to reach the ground, and now Hikaru was dangling between the two rooms like an idiot. 

The cold air-conditioned wind blew under his skirt, and he’s reminded once again about how revealing the outfit was. The skirt brushed against his barely covered ass, and his thighs wobbled about as he tried to find a way out of the situation.

“Oh,” someone said from behind him after a long wait, “What do we have here?”

Fuck. The mocking edge to that sentence felt too familiar to be nice. Hikaru tried not to imagine how ridiculous he looked to Magnus, with his ass practically exposed as his lower half dangled from the hole in the wall. 

“Fuck, are you trying to lure people in with your ass, Hikaru?”

“Shut up,” he replied, “I’m clearly stuck, Magnus.”

A large hand fell on his ass, Magnus gave him a slap on one of his cheeks before he could say anything. The strike burned. His underwear was torn off before he could even complain about the spank, and Magnus’ hand started to knead the flesh there as he groaned to himself.

“You’re such a fucking slut, Hikaru.” There was the sound of Magnus’ belt coming off, and Hikaru kicked his feet in an attempt to push himself through the hole, “Slow down, babe. No need to shake your ass anymore, I’ve got you.”

Magnus stilled him, and two wet fingers entered his hole, scissoring him as the younger man pushed the skirt up to his waist for better access. He palmed his asscheek with his free hand, pinching the skin until the spot turned sore before giving him a few more soft blows on the flesh. 

“No, wait!”

Hikaru started to grow embarrassingly hard from the rough touches, weakly moaning and whimpering despite his protests. Another slap landed on his skin, this time on the side of his thigh, “Shut up, you’re so loud.”

He could feel the head of Magnus’ dick prodding him shortly after, the younger man tapped at the rim a few times, idly pushing the head in and out, drawing strings of pleading moans from his mouth before he shoved himself in completely. Magnus set an unrelenting pace, shoving his cock into him roughly before taking hold of his waist to pull him back to meet his harsh assault. 

Hikaru was being used as a fleshlight.

Magnus’ balls were slapping against the underside of his ass every time he slammed back in, “Such a tight little hole, how long have you been waiting for me, huh?”

It would be so disgusting if Hikaru wasn’t so turned on. The fact that Magnus was just using him as if he was a cum-dumpster, part of the room furniture existing just to please him, made him gasp aloud. He clenched around the hard cock and moaned in pleasure at the rough handling.  

One of Magnus’ hand trailed to his cock, he was fondling with his balls and tugging at his erection as he played with his hole from behind. Hikaru rolled his eyes back, before snapping back when he heard the door open on the other side of the room. 

“Hello?” He tried to save himself, the idea that a random person can just come in and use him like Magnus was doing made him shiver.

Magnus was still fucking him, so Hikaru was rocking back and forth as he tried to think of how to fight off the random intruder. What came out of his mouth was a half-moan and half-scream as his body decided that it was the best moment for him to cum then. He started to tremble as Magnus picked up the pace.

“...Who’s…”

He was pulled up by the hair and a cock was quickly shoved into his mouth. From behind, Hikaru could feel Magnus pulling out after cumming inside. He gave him a light spank on his ass before walking away. 

The man in front of him wasn’t even fully hard, but it wasn’t like Hikaru had a choice. He started to suck on the half-hard cock softly, groaning when the hands grabbed onto his hair and the man started to ground his pelvis against his face like he was some sex doll.

Hikaru gagged at the harsh intrusion, throat closing up as he fed more and more of the length mercilessly. The person could have at least said something, maybe said that he was doing a good job or that he looked pretty taking cock. But instead he was only rewarded with silence. 

All the wet noises from his throat filled the quiet room, and Hikaru didn’t know that someone had come up behind him until he felt them pushing the head of their cock in. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, drool poured down his chin. The owner of the cock in his mouth groaned and moved faster, pulling him up and down the length with fever.

Whoever was behind him picked up the pace after tilting his hips up, they began to slam into him just as hard as how rough the other man was fucking his face. Hikaru’s vision began to blur from the simultaneous assault, both holes clenching around the cocks that were spearing his bodies relentlessly like he was theirs to use. 

The man in front of him didn’t cum in his mouth, he chose to pull out and came all over his face instead. The softening cock ground against his face for a while, smearing the cum and his saliva all over his skin, making a mess of his face as his ass continued to get fucked. 

Hikaru wasn’t even aware that he was sobbing until the person behind the wall came, he didn’t even know that he had cum until they reminded him.

“The fucking slut came from this, can you believe?”

By the time he got out, Hikaru lost count of how many loads of cum he took.

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Hikaru looked pathetic on that sofa. He was the perfect embodiment of an ego deflating in real time, slowly getting smaller by the minute. His face flushed a shade of pink that Magnus was all too familiar with, and his body had sunk into the chair so much that he looked miniature compared to his usual self.

“But you had everything else correct,” the host said, still trying to be nice, “Very impressive, very good.”

A bigger lie had never been told. But by that time, Hikaru must already be well-aware of how much he underperformed. He was shifty, eyes drawn downwards and body curling into himself like he was ashamed of it. Magnus wondered how deep his flush went, whether the pinkish shade reached all the way down to his belly.

Hikaru could see him from here, of course. It wasn’t like Magnus was trying to hide himself. The other man was trying to avoid his face, those dark eyes drifted here and there, darting around the room to distract the owner. He would leave if it was a normal occasion, but Hikaru looked so…

He looked quite delectable when he’s like that, his cheeks aglow and limbs almost wrapping around himself due to how embarrassed he was about the video. Hikaru had been worrying his bottom lip the entire time, fingers poking and touching his own cheeks as he considered the positions. 

And god, how fucking dumb he was that he barely recognised any of those positions. Magnus could think of so many better things that those lips and fingers could be doing instead of trying to solve some useless puzzle that the owner was clearly too weak to understand. 

Magnus approached the sofa carefully. The older man was still mulling over the chess pieces even as the camera crew pulled away, leaving them in the studio all alone. The spotlight set a stage, and for a moment, it almost felt like a play. Although, this one wasn’t about to be a tragedy, it was about to be a feast. 

At least for one of them. 

Hikaru was sometimes too dumb for his own good. But that’s okay. He had a mouth that knew how to suck cock better than most people whom Magnus had fucked, and a hole that was probably better used as a pussy. He stalked him like he wanted to eat him up alive. 

Magnus didn’t even have to say anything before the older man turned to him helplessly, as if he was trying to seek more assurance that he didn’t just completely fail the task at hand. It’s funny how he thought that Magnus was about to give him any, when all he wanted was to make him cry from how little he got right. 

He was looking at him through those long lashes, hands neatly placed on his lap like an obedient whore who knew what he had to do to get some cock. Magnus seized him by the chin, tilting his face a little higher so that he could look at him clearly. His lips were swollen, no doubt from all the biting. He thumbed the bottom lip, pushing into his mouth. 

It didn’t take long before Hikaru darted his tongue forward to shyly lick at the thumb, eyes still focused on him like a bitch that’s waiting for a treat. 

“You were pathetic,” Magnus mused, “Can’t even see that it was your own game.”

A low, helpless sound came out of Hikaru’s mouth as he took Magnus’s thumb in further. He shifted on his seat again, probably already growing hard from how close Magnus was to him. It didn’t take long for Magnus to discover that the older man was a total slut for his approval, a manwhore who couldn’t wait to have cocks in him while singing him praises for how nice his hole felt. 

“What are you even good for?” He continued to pry, “Mhm?”

Hikaru still didn’t say anything back, so Magnus pulled his finger out and slapped him right on his cheek. The older man held the wounded area in shock, mouth agape. But he still didn’t say anything, just looking up at him like a docile little fuckdoll for the taking. 

Magnus pulled Hikaru’s face flush against his clothed erection. He didn’t bother to grind his hips, Magnus roughly tug on the older man’s hair and rubbed his face against the front of his pants slowly. He watched in delight as Hikaru nuzzled the fabric, trying to find some comfort in the backdrop of his poor performance. 

He hastily pulled his hard cock out and slapped the whore’s face with it. His perfect little fuckdoll, all soft and compliant because he had just proved himself useless in the career which he spent all his life working on. 

“Mag—”

Magnus shoved himself in as soon as his mouth opened. He fed the entire length between the slacked lips lazily, occasionally slapping Hikaru’s cheeks when he needed him to swallow. The older man’s eyes were wet with tears by the time he bottomed out. Magnus pinched his left cheek, then took a hold on the back of his head.

He fucked his face until he could hear the wet smacking against the back of his throat like a pussy that’s getting railed. Hikaru’s mouth was nothing more than a fuckhole anyway, so he decided that it wasn’t that out of pocket for his throat to start making that sound. His balls smacked against his chin after every hard thrust, the older man had taken a hold on his thigh, drool pooling by the side of his mouth like a dirty alley whore. 

“You’re nothing but a fucking cumdump, aren’t you?”

He pulled out harshly to hear the answer, only to be replied with pathetic choking coughs as Hikaru tried to catch his breath in the middle of pleasing him. Magnus slapped him again, “Can’t even answer a simple question now?”

Another slap to the other cheek, and Hikaru began to sob, hand coming up to shield his face. Then came a croaked whimper, “Yes.”

“What are you?” He tilted his chin up and smacked him with his cock. 

“I’m your cocksleeve,” the tears in his eyes were delicious, Magnus could get drunk on it, “Fuck me, please.”

And he knew how to beg so well. Hikaru even leaned down to give a light peck on the tip of his dick for emphasis. His swollen, plushy lips shone from the saliva and precum, cheeks red by all the abuse. The suit looked like a cheap cosplay when Hikaru’s in such a state, he looked like a cheap imitation of some street whore who was trying to hide the fact that he was into dicks from his wife at home. 

Magnus stroked himself on the sofa as he watched him strip. The reddish flushed reached his belly, his pale skin had gone pinkish-red all the way down to his pathetic little cock. The cock which seemed to have orgasm already.

Magnus frowned, “You came?”

Hikaru paused, as if he was also surprised by it. He must have been racking his brain for the moment he helplessly shot into his underwear, sticky and wet. Magnus quicken his stroke. The fact that Hikaru came from sucking him off, that he had somehow come without realising, sent his ego all the way to the moon. 

“…I’m sorry…”

“Yeah, you are,” he beckoned the other man to climb on his lap, “Turn around, I don’t want to see your face.”

Hikaru stiffened when he realised that the position had him right in front of the camera. The red light was gone, no one else was there. Yet, he stiffened all the same. Magnus slapped his ass, then pinched the spot, “Ride me.”

“Is the camera off?”

“Why?” He reached up for his nipples, squeezing the tits harshly, “Do you want them on?”

“Them?” Hikaru gasped as he rode him. His sweet little hole clung onto his length for dear life, like he was made just to sink down on his cock. He sobbed pitifully as he moved, “Them?”

“Fuck,” he groaned when Hikaru sank back down on his cock, “Are you too dumb to count?”

Magnus steered Hikaru with his hands, then started to roughly bounced him on his lap like a fuckdoll. He took hold of Hikaru’s chin, “That’s one.”

“That’s two,” he twisted his face to the side to show the large camera above, “You wouldn’t know because you’ve been staring at the floor all day.”

Hikaru started to pant from the rough handling, Magnus’ cock caught on to his rim every time he rose up. His was still facing the last camera that Magnus shown him, mindlessly taking in cock as he tried to make sense of the camera lens. Magnus groaned in pleasure when he noticed it, it’s the same face he’d been making the entire day while staring at the chessboards. The dumb confuse look that made him want to feed him nothing but cocks. 

He buckled his hips, “You’d show off for them too, won’t you?”

Hikaru tried to pry his hands away from his torso. Weakly pushing at the hold, then resorting back to tears when he inevitably failed. He leaned back on Magnus shoulder instead, weakly whimpering pathetic little sounds as Magnus fondled with his spent cock.

“Grandmaster Hikaru Nakamura,” Magnus sucked on his shoulder, “Riding cock on camera because that’s what he’s actually good for.”

Hikaru let out a cry, still trying to go for mad when he literally had nowhere to go but sink down on his cock. Which he did. Magnus held him still for a moment, savouring the tight squeeze.

“The comments will agree, don’t you think?” He slapped his tiny dick, “Finally found your talent after all this time.”

He came when Hikaru jerked away from his pinches. Magnus dragged him roughly down on his cock, and came inside of him, holding him still. He pulled Hikaru back on his chest as he leaned on the sofa, gathering the smaller man’s limps so that he was fully snug against him. 

Hikaru was still lightly sobbing when he drifted to sleep. Only then did the second camera’s red light went off. 

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He’s extra slutty today, isn’t he?

It’s normalised now, such comments which flooded the screen as soon as the camera blinked red. The confessional booth was smaller than he remembered, or maybe it’s because he’s in a rather different position than he used to. 

Fuck, hurry up and show the goods already

Somewhere along the tremendous efforts to bring more people to chess, someone had suggested that sex would be able to sell anything. And a period of time after someone raised it up, Hikaru’s name was mentioned in the meeting room. 

He didn’t know how he was convinced into the position in the first place. He had woken up a little groggy, mind all over the place, when he realised that someone had entered him from below and was spreading his legs for the camera to see. 

He’s lucky he’s so far away, I wanna ruin his hole tonight

It was difficult to get back to streaming and pretend like nothing had happened. Footages of him getting railed by an unknown face was too unfavourable to ever put him back into the public good graces. It was like they had planned it for him, given how fast the chess people agreed that he could always venture into the other side of streaming. 

Hikaru let out a wince when he lower himself down to a kneeling position in front of the camera on the floor. He put on his best voice, trying not to sound small, “Thanks for coming in guys.”

Take the panties off man

He sloppily slid the material off, and awkwardly arranged himself back to a kneeling position that he started with. The comments flew by very fast, but Hikaru didn’t need to read all of them to know what they wanted from him. He shifted again and tried not to groan when the bruises on his hips and thighs rubbed against the hard floor. 

Magnus was always so rough and unforgiving. The night before, he had made him feel like a toy, a sexdoll that he had hung over his lap as he went about his prep for the tournament. He winced as he recalled the memories of bruising holds and sharp bites, of the relentless assault on his hole and the shaming which came after. 

Hikaru never really knew who controlled his stream. His mods, if they were mods, were never made known to him. The votes poured into the poll enthusiastically, and he could feel himself clenching up around nothing. His legs tensed up in anticipation, and he softly whimpered to himself. 

Touch yourself, Hikki
Give us a good show

He could cry. The condescending comments swam past his eyes as Hikaru reached for his half-hard penis and started to stroke. His palm was soft, the skin felt cushy around his length as he closed up around it to pleasure himself. He pulled his legs up so that his feet were on the giant chess board and his knees were pulled up instead. 

The tip of his cock greeted him from that position, it was already leaking precum. The clear, sticky liquid seeped from the small hole, mocking him for being turned on by the situation. His hole twitched in excitement. 

Poll started: How many pieces can he fit in his ass tonight?
A. 2
B. 3
C. 4

Hikaru lifted himself up slightly and began to scissor his hole open from below, letting out quite little moans at the same time. Tears were already brimming in his eyes, the tightness of his hole and the fingers probing around certainly didn’t help either. He slowly rode his two fingers, then added another one before reaching for his dick with his free hand. 

Sluts shouldn’t get to cum from jerking off

The hand immediately retracted at those words, and he started to ride his fingers faster, shamelessly whining with each movement. Tiny whimpers and moans were punched out after every thrust, and he was beginning to feel dizzy when a message caught his eyes. 

The option ends with 4? Surely the whore can take more than that

“Fuck,” he regretfully let out at the drag of his own fingers. “Please…”

Half of the time, he didn’t know what he was begging for. It wasn’t like the relentless ridicule ever cease due to his pleas anyway. If anything, Hikaru should have realised that they were fired up by his appeal more than anything else that came out of his mouth. 

Beg a little louder, im so close
Fuck, he made me cum all over the monitor

He reached for one of the replica pieces on the chessboard, the pieces were twice larger than their real counterparts, and they’ve been lubed up before he even got into the room. Hikaru had learnt by then to twirl the piece around his rim first, letting out small hisses when it prodded against his puffy rim, probably still leaking out Magnus’ cum from their recent session.

Shove it in, don’t try to be sneaky with it
Fucking slut
Look at how hungry his hole is, damn

He pushed the first piece in, and winced at the pain. It wasn’t a smooth piece, the different creases of the pawn poked at his hole, it dragged across his inner walls, making wet, slippery sounds as he dragged it in and out.

Hikaru leaned back and tried to ignore the comments that were flooding in. 

His dick’s smaller than the fucking pawn bro

The first pawn slipped in entirely, and he moaned out loud, his sensitive hole twitching around the foreign object. He whined and tried to calm himself down. His hand was already reaching for the other piece, this time a bishop that was lying right beside him. 

He twitched, and for a moment, he was acutely aware of all the bruises on his body. The handprints that were turning red around his waist, the bruises on his thighs that resembled the paddle that Magnus showed him last night. 

He’s such a fucking whore, he’s taking another one already

The bishop didn’t fit, it couldn’t. It was physically impossible for him to shove another piece into his hole after the first one. Hikaru didn’t know that it was possible to feel so full, the pawn fit snugly in his hole already, it was too much to introduce anything else. He whimpered, “…Too—too much…”

He came, shooting a weak stream of sticky liquid on his stomach, to the sound of pings from the screen in front of him. 

pathetic fucking whore can’t even cum right

“I’m,” he hiccuped, the pressure on his chest tightened. “I’m sorry, lemme—”

The stream cut off. 

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It’s all so easy for him. Hikaru was just a sweet dessert waiting for someone to take the first bite. And goddammit, did Danya wanted to take a bite. It’s not even that, Danya wanted to lick him up and take him apart piece by piece like an ice cream cake that’s meant to eaten as soon as it’s out of the freezer. 

And it’s all because of that stupid rumour. 

It wasn’t even a rumour at this point, it had all became so clear to him that he could smell it in the air even when Hikaru’s not around. Top chess world’s biggest secret was out of the bag, Hikaru Nakamura was a fucking omega. A little bitch that’s waiting to be knotted and bred.

He’s going to have all of it to himself. First come, first served, right?

Danya knew exactly how to start, too. All he had to do was initiate the first casual conversation, there couldn’t be too many people that were eager to talk to Hikaru. He began by texting him friendly little “Good stream” texts after his streaming session, then slowly moved on from there. 

Hikaru was so easy to please. All it took was a frequent stream of consistent “good session, rest well” before the older man started to drag the conversation out. In just a few weeks, he had got to know what Hikaru liked to do after stream and even got to know the man’s general discomfort with his body.

It wasn’t as if the latter part wasn’t already clear to him, but to hear it straight from the source was the final assurance he needed. Hikaru had learned to trust him so easily that he got sort of suspicious over that too, but eventually, he just realised that it was because Hikaru had been so alone that he would take anything that he was willing to give. 

“Great stream,” he texted Hikaru after a tedious Tuesday, “Congrats on your nth win? I’ve lost count.”

“Haha, very funny,” the older man texted back, he typed for a long moment before sending another, “Thank you.”

That couldn’t be all that he typed. Hikaru had actually told him once before that he second guessed his texts a lot, typing and retyping shit just to make sure that he sounded good enough. 

He’s about to make him feel like that’s not good enough, “Don't worry about those comments, your shirt looks nice.”

Danya leaned back on his chair and recalled the shirt that Hikaru wore on the stream that night. It was a bluish bottom up that didn’t show any of his curve at all, nothing for the viewers to gawk at as he played chess. What was the point of streaming? He could have just turned off his webcam.

“Oh,” Hikaru replied, “I didn’t realise.”

There were no such comments, of course. But Danya had tolerated the sight of Hikaru in baggy shirts that showed him nothing for too long already. A guy could only wait so long before he cracked, much less someone with as little patience as him. 

So Danya continued to probe, “The colour looks good on you.”

Hikaru didn’t reply to that. But he could imagine what he’s doing at his place already, the older man probably had got up to check himself out in the mirror to see if what Danya said was true. 

“Chat doesn’t have taste,” he texted again, “So what if it shows a little bit of your stomach bulge? Who cares?”

Danya could barely make out the shape of his tits under that annoying shirt, much less what Hikaru’s stomach looked like. He reached down for his tenting pants and palmed himself to the thought of Hikaru lifting the shirt up to look at himself. The older man probably had to take the shirt off entirely to check if it really did make him look bigger than his naked self, too. 

He wondered how Hikaru would do it. How the older man would probably try to suck his stomach in, push his chest up to show off his tits in front of the mirror to try to make himself feel better because what Danya told him must have hurt his feeling. He dug his erection out of his jeans and stroked himself to the thought of Hikaru kneeling there, begging for assurance that he still look fine. 

The image of Hikaru thrusting his tits up to meet his frantic hand job, waiting for him to spill all over his chest and face, drove him to the edge. He couldn’t wait until Hikaru was really there. 

He didn’t bring up the comment again for the next few days, choosing to go back to the friendly and supportive side which Hikaru was used to. The older man seemed to quickly forgotten about it too. That was, until he decided to bring it up after a particularly horrid Bullet Brawl from Hikaru.  

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine” Hikaru texted, “It’s the weather, Florida is too hot for bullet at this hour.”

Danya looked at the text, then pondered for a long while. Of course, Hikaru would blame his loss on the weather. Yes yes, the hot Florida weather. His poor tits must be so hot, all restrained under that pesky bra and that thick shirt.

“Do you think it was the clothes?” He tested the water.

“What?”

“I mean,” Danya tried to concentrate, “I’ve heard from female players that their bras annoy them most of the time when they play.”

He waited for the reply with a heavy heart. Normally, any person would reject such an idea. But this was Hikaru, not only that, this was Hikaru who had grown to trust him quite a bit already. The typing bubble showed up for a while.

“It does get pretty hot under all the layers.”

Danya typed out the next sentence with shaky fingers, “Why don’t you take one off for the next stream then?”

“I can’t go on the stream with just a bra, Danya.”

If it was up to him, Hikaru would be completely naked on his stream. Doing very different things from what he usually does, but he digressed. That was an important moment, and he couldn’t ruin it with that idea just yet. 

“I meant go braless,” he added, “Wouldn’t it be more freeing?”

“I guess so.”

Hikaru did show up to his stream without a bra the next day. Danya could tell because his chest was slightly less pronounced, he had spent the entire stream thinking about those poor neglected breasts, all alone under the horribly thick hoodie that wouldn’t show him anything. Hikaru was the biggest tease in the business. 

“Don't worry about the hoodie comments,” He texted him immediately after the stream ended, “You don't look bigger at all.”

There was no way that Hikaru doubted what he said. To him, Danya must be one of the sweetest person on Earth, always ready to be there for him, comfort him. He pushed further when Hikaru didn’t reply for too long, “Although, it's a shame that your chest is so obstructed. Isn't hot there?”

Hikaru started to type. But he beat him to it once more, applying more pressure, “I can't imagine them under that thick hoodie, in that heat.”

Truthfully, Danya was mad. He had come into the stream with the hopes of seeing those nipples erected against some thin T-shirt which should stretch over Hikaru’s chest. But no, all he got was a big hoodie that he could barely tell a difference in. 

“Oh well,” Hikaru replied, “The stream is over now anyway.”

“Isn’t it still hot, though?” Danya pushed, impatience finally got into him at last, “You can take the entire thing off now, since the cameras are off and all that.”

On the other side of the phone, Hikaru stared at his own thighs as he contemplated what Danya had just said. He wore nothing but his big hoodie and a pair of shorts that night. He kept on turning back to the mirror facing his bed, did he really look bigger in the hoodie? Was he even hot anymore?

“Have you taken it off yet?”
“I’m just saying, it doesn’t matter, right?”

Danya’s texts continued to pour in, and he let it be for a while. Hikaru started to pull on the helm of his hoodie, then finally, pulled it off completely. He stared at his figure in the mirror, his breasts heaved up and down every time he breathed. 

“ Since no one else is there.”
“I'm just looking out for you.”

He reached for his phone, “I’ve taken it off now. It does feel better, actually.”

“Good,” Danya reached for his own neglected cock and started to stroke, “ Was I right? Were you sweating under that hoodie?”

“I would be surprised if I wasn’t,” Hikaru let out a chuckle. His left hand had come up to his chest unconsciously, his index finger tracing and poking the tip of his nipples softly. He began to circle his own nipples, lightly pinching them as he continued to text.

“Are you touching them now?” Danya’s breath was coming out haphazardly.

“Why would I do that?” Hikaru quickly denied, fingers still circling his own tits, “I’m texting you, Danya!”

Despite his words, Hikaru started to rock back and forth on his bed anyway, grinding his pussy against the mattress as he touched his nipples. 

“Do you want me to give you a moment to touch yourself first, then?” Hikaru let out a gasp at those words, Danya was so nice to him. So considerate, he didn’t even mind the fact that Hikaru was possibly touching himself to his text. Danya continued to text, “Do you want to call instead? Free your hands?”

Danya’s call came in immediately, Hikaru didn’t even have the time to reply to him before he called. He picked up the phone and put it on speaker, leaning his back onto the mattress in the process.

“You sound like you’re touching yourself.”

“I—”

“And here I thought that I made you uncomfortable with my words,” Danya said through the phone, “ You made me so worried, Hikaru.”

"...I’m sorry..."

“That’s alright,” Danya’s voice sound so good over the phone, Hikaru reached for the front of his skimpy shorts and rubbed himself, “Do you feel good?”

Hikaru didn’t answer him, the front of his shorts was so disgustingly wet, his fingers were damp the moment he touched himself there. 

“Mhm,” Danya hummed from the other side, “I bet your tits feel so soft, baby.”

“...Danya, I shouldn't be—”

“Shh, I bet you're so wet, ” Danya cut him off, “Such a good omega.”

Hikaru whimpered to himself and reached under his shorts, poking his own clit for stimulation, “I have my shorts on still.”

“Do you wanna take them off?” He could hear Danya panting over the phone, “Take them off, your poor pussy must be feeling so neglected.”

Hikaru took off his shorts. He stayed numb for a while, not knowing what to do with his own fingers, which were wet from his own arousal. He trailed his fingers back down and pushed two inside when he heard Danya's groan.

“Oh,” his voice was hitched, eyes clenching shut from how nice it felt, “Danya.”

It didn't take long before he felt his hole squeezing his own fingers, Hikaru timidly thumbed his clit before he came, finally letting his body go limp on the bed.

There was a long, comforting pause before Danya's voice emitted from his phone again, “I wish I could taste you.”

Hikaru hummed, still savouring the afterglow.

“ You must be so sweet.”

Danya sounded pretty exhausted himself. Hikaru rolled to his side to face his phone that was lying on the bed, “Did you come too?”

“Of course, I did,” Hikaru let out a breath at that, “You were so good for me.”

He preened at those words. The fact that a much younger alpha was into him, let alone being so nice to him, made him so wet all over again. Hikaru clammed his thighs together, feeling how his slick had made the inner flesh all slippery. He consciously squeezed his hole and reached down for it. 

“Did you dirty your fingers?” His fingers were still so wet, not even considering the ones that were reaching back to his clit, “Lick them clean, don't let it go to waste.”

With his right hand still down there, Hikaru started to gently suck on his left fingers. His tongue circled around the digits, sighing with content when he tasted himself. A breathy moan escaped his lips, and he shoved the fingers deeper, trying to muffle himself. 

“I’ll clean you up myself if I was there,” Danya sounded so close to him, “Don't you wish that I was there?”

“Yes, yes,” he gasped back, mumbling around his fingers, “Want you here.”

He circled his opening and let out a moan when a finger slid in by accident. Hikaru squeezed his thighs harder, practically riding his own fingers and trying to shut himself up at the same time. 

“Did you think about me just now?” Danya asked, “I'm really good with my fingers, love.”

Hikaru nodded with his fingers still in his mouth, even though Danya couldn’t see him. Another finger joined the one in his pussy, and they moved faster, rapidly pushing in and out. He turned his body even further, practically pushing his face flushed against the mattress. 

“Baby's gone quiet again,” the younger man cooed through the phone, “Are you touching yourself again?”

Hikaru was so close, Danya could feel it. He could hear his shaky breath through the phone, Danya looked at his softening cock and his own dirty fingers. A groan left his mouth as he leaned back on his chair, imagining what the older man was doing. Hikaru had to be on his bed, his stubby fingers desperately working in and out of his wet cunt as he thought about Danya. 

Life couldn’t get better than this. 

“Please, Danya,” if he knew that Hikaru would beg so easily, he would have started this a long time ago, “I need—”

“—Need what?” he cut him off, “I’ve already given you an orgasm.”

From the other side, he could hear Hikaru’s faint sobs. Good, he didn’t want him to get too used to getting what he wanted anyway. Hikaru should learn how to beg for him, know his “please” and “thank you” while being with him. He should be grateful for any ounce of attention given to him. 

“So greedy,” he added to the pressure. 

“I just thought…” The slut tried to defend himself over the phone. Danya could hear the filthy squelch of his hole as he removed his fingers from his cunt.

“I could be busy, you know?” He asked, “You want me to stay here until you've cum as many times as you want?”

He could imagine the guilt on Hikaru’s face when he heard that. The flush on his skin and the tight swallow he would do when he’s ashamed. Danya softly started to stroke his dick again. 

He hung the phone up when he heard Hikaru’s little, “I didn't mean to, I'm sorry.”

Hikaru stopped touching himself the moment Danya said those words to him. And after the younger man hung up, he got up and tried to clean himself, still softly sobbing from what had just happened. 

Danya didn’t text him for a few days after. He tried not to let it get to him, but the longer he stared at his phone, the worse he felt. Every time his phone pinged, he would imagine that it was Danya, only to be disappointed when it wasn’t.

So, on the day of his stream. Hikaru did something out of his desperation for attention from the younger man. He texted him a picture of his cleavage in a tight shirt that he knew Danya would like. Hikaru even made sure that the tip of his nipples were visible through the thin fabric, hard and at attention for the younger man to see. 

He sent the braless pic with the message, “It is a lot better when it's just a T-shirt.” expecting a response immediately as Danya always used to do. But nothing. Hikaru waited and waited until the time his stream was supposed to start. Still nothing from Danya. He started the stream with nothing in his mind but Danya. 

In the middle of his stream, Danya’s name popped up.

“Good, isn't it so much better?” The younger man replied to his pictures, “I can see you so well this way.”

Oh, Danya must be watching the stream too. Hikaru put in the effort of propping his chest up a little higher and pushing his tits forward so that his target audience could spot what he was trying to do. He was still braless, so his tits squished together when he moved, begging and asking for attention from the man who won’t give him any. 

“So nice, so pretty for me.”

Hikaru smiled throughout the stream, finally feeling satisfied with himself. But it didn’t last long, because for the first time in weeks, he ended the stream without a goodbye message from Danya. 

Did he do something wrong? Did he not show enough of what he liked? There was only so much he could show on the stream.

Hikaru watched Danya’s broadcast intensely that night, trying to find any hint to why the younger man was being so cold. Nothing was obvious to his eyes. He sent a little good night text when Danya bid farewell to his viewers. Hikaru watched as Danya looked down, as if to check the message, smirked and turned off his camera like nothing was wrong. 

Danya never texted him back.

The silence dragged for another week before Hikaru took himself to the mall for some refresher. He hurried to the changing room with his clothes, took a few photos with his cleavage visible and barely any clothes on, then immediately sent it to Danya without a second thought. 

“Do you like these?” He asked through the text. 

Attached were pictures of him in various lingerie and undergarments that barely did anything to hide his body. Danya took a long time to reply, “Are you trying to tempt me?”

His stomach did a flip when he saw his text. He missed Danya so, so much, if only he knew. 

“...does it look good?”

Hikaru sent another picture of his tits spilling out of the small bra. Danya made him wait for 10 minutes before replying, “if I wanted to see cleavage, Hikaru. I can go on Instagram.”

Of course, Danya was a young and attractive man. Who wouldn’t want him? He probably has people throwing themselves at him all the time. What was Hikaru thinking? There was no way that he was impressed with this. 

“What do they not show on the internet?” He texted back.

“Well,” Danya replied, “Censored porn aren’t really my thing.”

Hikaru rushed home and sent him a picture of his pussy with two of his fingers shoved inside with the caption, “I don't know how to censor.”

“Such short fingers,” Danya replied almost immediately, “Are you even satisfied with yourself like that?”

Hikaru moaned loudly, fingers moving faster to chase his own high. 

“I want your hands to be free, Hikaru.”
“Can't text me if you're busy riding your own fingers.”

He let out a gasp and tried to think while he grinds on his own fingers. His eyes attached themselves to his toy drawer. Hikaru slowly got up and took a dildo out. With difficulties, Hikaru pushed the lubed toy up his cunt and began to work it in and out of his hole, snapping a few pictures on the way. 

He sent one of the photos to Danya, “My hands are free now.”

Danya didn’t respond. 

“Please, Danya.”

Still silence. Hikaru propped his phone up against his pillows and began to film himself. He was already close to cumming when he sent the video, and Danya’s call came in immediately. 

“Oh yes, yes, Danya,” he moaned, on the verge of crying his eyes out, “I miss you so much.”

“You're such a slut, Hikaru.” Danya sounded irritated, “Who else did you send these to?”

“No, only you.” Hikaru sobbed, “Only you, I swear.”

“Yeah?” Maybe Danya was touching himself too, he was breathing so hard, “How am I supposed to trust you when it's so clear that your fat cunt is willing to be fucked by anything?”

“...Danya…” he sobbed.

“But who could love you like this?” The tone was mean, but this was Danya. Danya couldn’t possibly be mean to him, “I bet your slick is trailing down your thighs, what a whore.”

Hikaru was fully crying them, hand still shoving the dildo in and out of his cunt like his life was depending on it. 

“How do you expect me to want you?”
“That's what you want, isn't it? A young man to want you, fill your filthy pussy up?”

“...Please…”

“I don't want a loose hole, Hikaru.” Hikaru came hard at those words, crying and shaking from the intense orgasm, before slumping on the mattress.

“Turn on your camera.”

Danya shouldn’t see him like that, “I’m a mess.”

“I know,” Danya turned his camera on and panned to his hard cock, “Look at what you did to me.”

“So needy all the time, how am I supposed to get anything done?”

Hikaru wanted him, wanted his cock, wanted him to hug him and tell him that he loved him. “Danya, I want.”

“You want me to cum on your face, baby?”

He nodded to the camera, eyes still filled with tears. 

“Shove your fingers up your cunt.”

His thighs clenched, the dildo was just removed moments ago, “I’m sore.”

“Oh?” Danya looked mad, “Are you saying no?”

HIkaru slowly tilted the camera down and showed himself fingering his pussy. It made loudly squishy wet noises as he tried to muffle his own cries. Danya looked pleased then, he began to show that he was stroking himself with the same tempo. 

After they both came, he made Hikaru gather his slick and cum to lick them all up. Making him stick out his tongue for inspection before he allowed him to turn his camera off. 

“Good girl, see you in a week.”

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It’s pretty funny how easily the younger man stumbled under his touch. Hikaru would be more amazed if he wasn’t feeling the same way. If Magnus was a little more aware of how helplessly in love he was with the younger man, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. 

But thank god for early 20s puberty and confidence issues, because Hikaru wouldn’t have got Magnus back to his room if otherwise. 

He couldn’t stop himself from grinning when the young star’s trembling eyes looked up at him like he was afraid. It’s a sight he rarely saw, and not a sight many people were privileged to see.

“So, uh…” Magnus trailed off. He looked away from Hikaru, perhaps in shame or anticipation for what’s to come. Hikaru couldn't care less. He leaned down and gave Magnus a peck on the lips, his tongue traced the soft flesh before pulling away.

“What is it?” Hikaru tried not to get too excited about the prospect of finally having him like that, he tried to stop himself from squealing from the joy of finally having Magnus under him. 

“I’ve never really,” the younger man took a huge pause, swallowing several times to calm himself down. He bowed his head down, once again trying to avoid looking at him. 

Hikaru tilted his face up, “Never what?”

Magnus looked down again, although he didn’t push Hikaru’s hand away. If anything, the younger man leaned into his touch as if he was trying to comfort himself for what’s about to come. He took a deep breath, “I've never done this before.”

How sweet, Hikaru thought. He leaned in and gave the younger man a peck on the lips just for being so nice and vulnerable for him. Then he leaned down to give another peck on the lips because Magnus gave out a pathetic whimper for the last one, and Hikaru wanted nothing more than to hear that sound again.

“It's okay, baby.” He assured, taking in how Magnus' eyes adorably widened when he pushed him backwards, now the Norwegian hair splayed across the mattress in a pretty way. Magnus had always been so pretty. “I'll lead you, okay?”

The younger man nodded and Hikaru can feel himself swooning internally. 

“Flip me over,” Hikaru said, excited by the idea of telling Magnus what to do for once. And the younger man obliged so beautifully, he seized a hold of Hikaru's waist then gently maneuvered him to the side until Hikaru’s back is fully against the mattress and Magnus was the one hovering above his face instead.

“Good boy,” he said. Hikaru reached up to circle his arms around Magnus' neck before giving him another soft kiss on the lips. He could feel the edge of Magnus' lips curving into a smile then, and the younger man settled down a bit more, getting more comfortable with sharing a bed with him. 

“Can I kiss you back?” Magnus shyly asked. 

Fuck, Hikaru could die at that moment and he wouldn't have regret a thing in life. What did he even do to deserve such a sweet thing that’s ready to please him whenever he wanted?

“Where do you want to kiss me?”

Magnus’ cheeks flushed. For a moment, it looked like he was going to get up and leave, to make Hikaru finish this business alone. Then he looked back up at Hikaru with a timid smile, eyes darting everywhere before letting the words spill from his lips. 

“I want to suck you off,” Magnus was already moving downwards, his hands drifted slowly from Hikaru's waist down to his hips, tracing circles on his clothed flesh.

“That's not a kiss, silly.” Hikaru couldn't help himself. And it was worth it, because Magnus blushed a deeper shade of red at his words. He looked up at Hikaru pitifully, his hands fumbled with his zipper before pulling it down. 

“Can I?” 

It was very sweet of him to ask, if it was Hikaru, he would have just leaned down and took whatever he wanted into his mouth. The older man propped himself up on his elbow to better see how Magnus could please him. 

“I don't know,” Hikaru feigned hesitance. He would have loved nothing more than to shove his cock into Magnus' mouth and face-fuck that empty look on his face, but Hikaru wanted to hear more. Some more pleading, some more begging, and maybe some tears. He teased, “Have you ever even sucked another man's cock before?”

Magnus didn't respond to that. Instead, he pulled Hikaru's underwear down, letting his erection sprung free before giving it a light kiss on the tip.

“Let me please you, Nakamura.”

Hikaru let his head fall back when Magnus took him. The other man swallowed his shaft completely with one movement, his tongue swirled around the leaking cock skillfully, while his hand tugged and massaged his balls. 

“Fuck,” Hikaru cursed. He gripped Magnus' hair with both of his hands, and begins to guide Magnus up and down his cock, occasionally grinding against the younger man's face. Magnus moaned softly, swallowing more of him as he looked up at Hikaru with his pretty eyes innocently like he's not milking Hikaru with his mouth.

“You've done this before,” he said. The thought of Magnus, who had just implied that he's a virgin, going around sucking people off before he wasn't ready for a real fuck yet fuelled Hikaru. He bucked his hips and tugged Magnus' head down, roughly pulling his hair so that his balls slapped against Magnus' chin every thrust. “Fuck, how many people have you done this for?”

He didn't let Magnus answer. Hikaru chose to rapidly slam his dick forward until he could hear a little choking sound from Magnus’ throat. “What a whore, have you been going around tournaments just to suck people off?”

Magnus shook his head, but Hikaru stilled him. He held Magnus' head in place and began to thrust his hips faster, chasing the high that he felt was coming to a close.

“No?” He mocked the other man, “How could you say ‘no’ when you're here pleasing me so well?” He gave another thrust and ground his pelvis against Magnus' face. “Who else have fucked your throat, hmm?”

His hip twitched when he came, shooting spurts of cum down Magnus' throat while the other man slightly teared up from his words and his cock. 

Hikaru laid on the bed limply as he waited for Magnus to do something. He could see the tenting in Magnus’ pants, how the other man had tried to grind against his leg earlier while he was giving him a blowjob.

“Well?”

“Can I fuck you?” Magnus asked shyly, like he didn't just suck Hikaru's soul out of him moments ago. He crawled back up to Hikaru's face level and gave him a small on the corner of his mouth.

“Didn't you just say that you've never done this before?” Hikaru teased. He reached up to unbutton Magnus' shirt and reached for the younger man's nipples. His fingers pinched and rolled the hard nubs, eliciting hisses from the man above him. “Why would I let you fuck me if you're not going to do it well?”

“I can try,” Magnus negotiated like this was an actual game. He suddenly sat up and shimmied out of his pants. His length was impressive, he totally dwarfed Hikaru's cock. The younger man began to stroke it idly as he scooted impossibly closer to him. “Let me show you…uh…let me give you what I have.”

It wasn’t often that a person would beg for someone to take their virginity. Who was Hikaru to refuse such a nice request?

So, he spread his legs and pulled his knees up, showing Magnus his hole. Hikaru shamelessly reached up for the lube, and circled his own rim with two of his fingers slowly. He had his eyes locked on Magnus the entire time, savouring how the other man's dick twitched at his movement, how Magnus’ eyes were following his fingers like he was hypnotised. 

“Beg for me,” he said. “Beg to fuck me, Magnus. Show me how much you want me.”

As if on autopilot, Magnus leaned down without saying a word. He spread Hikaru's legs further apart before planting his face right where Hikaru's fingers were and diving his tongue into his hole. 

“Ah,” Hikaru gasped. He immediately retracted his hands and clutched onto the sheet instead. 

“Let me fuck you,” Magnus mumbled against his rim, his tongue poking in and out of the tight hole. “Let me pleasure you, please.”

“Fuck,” Hikaru yelped as Magnus plunged two of his fingers in. “Okay…okay…”

Magnus sheathed himself in slowly, like he was afraid that Hikaru would break. He looked down at his face the entire time, scanning for any kind of pain that might appear on Hikaru's features.

“Is this good?” Magnus asked as he slowly rocked his hips forward, feeding his cock into Hikaru's otherwise needy hole gently. The older man dragged him down to give him a sloppy kiss.

“I'm not going to break, Magnus.” He gasped against his lips. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

At his approval, Magnus sped up, his hips slamming into him rapidly in short movements. He leaned down to suck on Hikaru's skin, relentlessly biting and trailing kisses as his dick rammed into Hikaru.

“I've wanted this for so long,” Magnus confessed in the heat of passion. “Been wanting you for so long.” He mumbled against his skin. 

“So good, baby.” Hikaru whispered back, his cock was growing hard again, and Magnus noticed almost immediately. The younger man wrap his fingers around him and began to stroke to the rhythm of his brutal fucking. Hikaru gasped aloud, “You're so big, so full.”

“Fuck, you feel incredible.” Magnus rasped. He came the same time his legs gave out, crashing into Hikaru while his hand was still stroking the older man's length. Magnus nuzzles his head into the crook of Hikaru's neck, “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart.” Hikaru flipped him over. “We're not done yet.”

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“Come here, pet.” Fabiano beckoned to the man kneeling at his door. Hikaru looked at him sheepishly before making his way to the younger man on his hands and knees. 

The leash on his collar dragged behind him so deliciously, and Fabiano couldn't help but be reminded of the time that he had taken the liberty of whipping Hikaru with it. The older man's behind had turned painfully red. By the time that he was done, Hikaru was a sobbing mess, begging and pleading for relief from the same man who had tormented him. 

“I'm sorry,” Hikaru mumbled  when he got close enough. His eyes were already shiny with tears, and there's a thin film of sweat on his naked body that Fabiano sickly wanted to lick off. 

Hikaru came to a stop in front of his chair and kneeled, looking up at Fabiano through his lashes, as if begging for the punishment to be lighter. The light, but relentless buzzing of the vibrator that was nestled inside Hikaru's ass got louder when Hikaru crawled close. It hummed gleefully, happily drilling into the abused prostate.

Fabiano gripped his hair and tilted his head up, “What are you sorry for, pet?”

Hikaru's eyes watered, and Fabiano couldn't help but pull on the leash, tightening the already snug collar and making the older man choked from the sudden pain.

“What are you sorry for?” He repeated himself, taking in Hikaru's debauched state. Hikaru's cock was still rock hard, his nipples are red and swollen from how long Fabiano made him abuse them, and his lips are slightly cracked. 

It's a perfect picture of a whore. Fabiano couldn’t believe that he initially spent the first few months of hiring him making Hikaru do actual work, when he could clearly do a much better job as something else. 

“I'm sorry,” Hikaru hiccupped and tried to gain some semblance of control by reaching up for his collar, rubbing the skin around the area to sooth himself. “I'm sorry for being so needy.”

“That's right,” Fabiano let go of the leash and cradled Hikaru's face with his hands in a gesture of fake sympathy. He cooed, “Poor baby can't help but need my attention all the time, hmm?”

Hikaru nodded, his eyes quivering. Fabiano knew that his walls were crumbling, the state of the man kneeling in front of him was so broken that it was impossible not to ruin him further. 

“I'm sorry for being such a slut, Fabi.”

“That's alright, pet.” Fabiano pet his hair for emphasis. “Climb onto my lap,” he urged the older man, patting one of his thighs to signal how Hikaru should climb onto him. 

The rough material of his pants rubbed painfully against Hikaru's exposed genitals. Fabiano made sure to still Hikaru's hips to make sure that the other man couldn't move away from the friction.

“Hump my thigh,” at his words, the older man looked at Fabiano confused. He softly smiled, “Rut against me and come until I say that you can stop.”

Slowly and pitifully, Hikaru began to move his hips, rutting onto Fabiano’s clothed thigh. The fabric burned his sensitive area, eliciting moans of pain and pleasure from his lips. 

“That's a good pet,” Fabiano praised before going back to his work, ignoring the small little gasps and pleas that fell out of Hikaru's lips, begging him for attention.

The sound of shuffling echoed through the room as Hikaru continued to move his hips back and forth, pathetically seeking friction from Fabiano's thigh as the other man ignored him to focus on his work. 

Occasionally, the younger man dipped his hand down to push the vibrator that was threatening to fall out deeper into the needy hole, pulling out more whimpers of pain and pleasure from Hikaru.

Soon enough, the movement quickened, punching out breathless pants and little ‘ah..ah’s from Hikaru as he continued to seek pleasure like a needy little thing on his owner's lap. Hikaru's eyes were brimmed with tears at how humiliating it was, how he was reduced to a whimpering mess, so lustful and needy that he had to resort to rutting against Fabiano's thigh while the other man worked.

Hikaru let out a pained groan when he came, his hips twitching as his seeds wet Fabiano's pants. 

“...Fabi…” 

Hikaru peppered kisses all over the little exposed skin of Fabiano's neck, his softening cock twitched as it spurted out the last of his cum. He desperately clung onto Fabiano's shoulders when he felt the filthiness of his cum trailing down his own thighs.

The other man paid him no mind. Fabiano’s hands only came to his hips again, this time to move him back and forth, telling him to go again. 

Hikaru wasn’t even half-hard. But he restarted the motion anyway, slowly humping on the wetness that now lightly soaked Fabiano's pants. His cock stirred into fullness again, slowly getting ready for more torment by the man under him.

“It hurts,” Hikaru whimpered in his third orgasm. He leaned his forehead on Fabiano's shoulder and sobbed pitifully. His cock burned, he's pretty sure that his balls have run out of semen to excrete by then. 

At his words, Fabiano seized his still softening cock with his hand, fingers wrapping around the sensitive organ as he intended to get the older man to hardness once again.

“...please, Fabi…”

Hikaru trembled under his touch, softly crying as he tried to stop Fabiano from jerking him off.

The younger man slapped his prying hands away, “Did I say that you can touch?”

Hikaru shook his head and slumped against Fabiano, letting him do whatever he wanted with him. It was humiliating as much as it was painful, bordering on sore as Fabiano continued his ministrations. Hikaru groaned and leaned into the rough touches, desperately to be good for his tormentor, trying to earn a little bit of praise from Fabiano for all his efforts.

“You wasted so much of my time,” Fabiano's stroke got harsher, Hikaru's cock finally sprung to full attention, red and swollen at the tip. The younger man slowed down, then gave it a harsh slap, “So needy and selfish.”

Hikaru didn’t remember what he did to deserve it, he just wanted it to be over, and wanted Fabiano to tell him that he did well.

“I'm sorry,” Hikaru sobbed as a spank landed on the side of his thigh. 

Fabiano stroked and stroked until Hikaru dry orgasmed, his small cock twitched in the younger man’s hand and Hikaru let out a soft cry as his body shook. There was a tight squeeze at the base of Hikaru's cock, and he could feel the vibrator’s speed intensified. 

“...please, Fabi…”

“I know, pet.” Fabiano patted his ass. “You did well.”

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“So, you guys can just read off the cards.” The producer told them, “The collars will do the job independently, just make sure to not lie too much. It might hurt.”

Hikaru traced the collar that was wrapped tightly around his neck, it nestled sharply against his Adam’s apple. He swallowed and took a quick glance at the man across from him. 

Fabi had his white button-up on, he was also pulling on the collar like he did. Hikaru followed the hand as he moved from Fabi’s neck to the deck of medium size cards with the questions that they were supposed to ask one another. As the finger flipped through the cards, he briefly wondered what they would taste like. 

Then he stopped himself. Thighs pressing against each other because it was going to be so, so easy for him to get hard here and embarrass himself in front of the man whom he had admired for years. 

Said man smiled at him softly once the PA left, he even leaned his arms on the table, opening up to him like he felt the same way about Hikaru. “Are you nervous?”

“Duh,” he tried to play it cool. Hikaru had many things to lie about, so many things to hide, especially from the man in front of him. He didn’t even know why he agreed to this in the first place. The other man only widened his smile at his answer, “Why so? Not like you have anything to hide, right?”

A thing or two, most of them may or may not be about you. 

“Okay, we begin in 3, 2, 1. Just pretend we don’t exist, guys.” And off they went.

He was supposed to ask the first question, but Hikaru was too busy staring dumbfounded at the bright smile in front of him that he completely forgot about the cards in his hand. Fabi nudged him, “Hikaru?”

“Oh right! So, Fabi. Who’s your favourite player?” He asked, silently hoping that the other man was considering him in his heart. He chewed on his bottom lip as Fabi considered the question, missing how the other man was following his action all the while. “Probably Garry.”

The collar didn’t zap Fabi. He pulled the card out and Hikaru braced himself, even though it wasn’t like he planned to lie in the first place. “Hmm, do you find any of the players in the open section attractive?”

What.

He’s pretty sure that the question wasn’t on the card. Hikaru quickly looked to the people at the back for some sign, but he got nothing. He stuttered, “I don’t.”

The pain shoot through his neck and up his head like an arrow, and he winced, hand going up to try and sooth his neck, only to find out that the area was blocked by the collar. Fabi grinned at his action, “Already lying on the first question?”

“I wasn’t lying!” He denied, slowly feeling like he liked the pain a bit too much for comfort when the spark of pain went up his neck again. This time he gripped on the card tightly, knuckles turning slight white from the grip. “Oh my god! What the fuck, you guys?”

“Sorry, Hikaru. It zaps every time you lie.” Said a voice from the distance. He pouted and turned back to Fabi. 

“Not fair,” he muttered, before flipping to find an interesting question on one of the cards. “Okay, have you ever asked any of the players out?”

“Yes,” the other man answered curtly. Hikaru wondered who it was, or who they were. He then briefly wondered if he was ever in contention to be asked out by the man in front of him. But it could not be, Hikaru knew what type of person he was. He had an idea of what Fabi wanted, there was no way Hikaru was what he’s looking for.

His shoulders slightly slumped. 

“Your turn, have you ever embarrassed yourself in the middle of a tournament before?” There was a small glint in Fabi’s eyes, the eyes that he has seen him embarrass himself countless time. He admitted to his faults, “Yes, many times.”

The lack of a pain after his answer was a relief. 

“Have you ever considered dropping out in the middle of a tournament?” His questions were bafflingly simple, but for the life of him, Hikaru couldn’t find it in his brain to come up with any interesting questions. Fabi looked like he was disappointed that Hikaru didn’t ask him a better question. 

“Of course, not.” Fabi glanced back down at his cards, shuffled through them, and made Hikaru anxiously wait. He flipped through his own too, but somewhere between the shocks, it would appear that his brain decided that it was better doing anything else but comprehend words. A bubbling feeling of shame began to boil in his stomach. 

“Let’s see,” Fabi looked back up at him, “Have you ever been so desperate for anything that you want to cry for it?”

Hikaru thought back to the many times that he had thought about Fabi in his lonely nights. The memory of him crying out the other man’s name as he touched himself made him blush, and he cleared his throat at the thought. 

Fabi curiously regarded him with a soft smile, and he thought about how many times he had imagined the other man’s tongue in his mouth, on his cock, and inside of him as he fingered himself shamelessly when he got too desperate at night. 

His heartbeat was picking up, he could feel the thumping in his veins as he tried to calm down. This time, the shock came even before he could get an answer out. He hissed at the pain, then felt wetness seeping into his underwear.

He was leaking pre-cum already. In a room full of other people behind the camera. Just from the pain of the collar and Fabi’s words. He loudly whined, “I haven’t even said anything!”

There was a small chuckle from Fabi, but Hikaru was too busy trying to hide from his gaze, too busy wondering if the people from production could see the bulge in his pants from there. 

“It detects your heartbeat and does the job from there, Hikaru.” Someone said.  

“I was only referring to, you know, normal stuff. I don’t know what you were thinking about there.” Fabi added, there was an edge to his voice, like Hikaru should be ashamed that he thought about those stuff in the first place. A small smile appeared on Fabi’s lips and disappeared just as quickly. 

He really didn’t want Fabi to see him as some sort of cockslut who was hungry for it all the time, so he tried to protect his dignity. 

“… I wasn’t! I was only thinking about—hnnng.” A feeble whimper cut him off mid-sentence, and his face burned with embarrassment. His fingers clutched on painfully to the cards that were basically useless at that point, and he looked at Fabi through the blurry vision, only now realising that his eyes were tearing up. 

“Ah, Fabi…” The latest shock send a wave of pleasure down his spine, his cock twitched in excitement. 

“Yes?” There was an innocent look on the other man face as he watched Hikaru shifted uneasily on the chair, clearly trying to relieve some pressure on his tightening pants. He tilted his head to the side and grinned at him, “Uncomfortable chair?” 

“It hurts,” he whispered, trying to stop his tears from falling out. He didn’t know why he was telling the other man that, didn’t know why a part of him wanted to beg the man in front of him for some comfort. He licked his lips in anticipation, despite not knowing what he was looking forward to. 

“It would hurt less if you stop lying,” the other man curtly said, like he wasn’t enjoying his suffering. He didn’t know what was better here, if Fabi enjoyed seeing him demeaning himself this way, or if he had tried to hold onto the little piece of dignity left in him. 

“I’m not lying,” he mumbled, then bit down on his bottom lip as he tried to hide his moan when another zap came. He wanted to reach down and palm his cock so badly, wanted to climb onto the table and ask Fabi to help him solve the problem that he induced. 

But all he could do was look down at the cards, and tried to make sense of the swimming words. His head was getting so dizzy, his teary eyes didn’t make the task easier either. He frowned at the words, shame and guilt bubbled up as more time passed. 

“Poor thing, can’t read anymore?”

“I—,” he hiccuped, reaching up to wipe the tears on his cheeks away. It was pathetic, his mumblings, how he could feel himself growing wetter and wetter by the minute. The tone of Fabi’s voice, condescending and knowing, as if he was well-aware of how Hikaru was humiliating himself in front of people, turned his face red. 

“It’s alright, I can do the questioning from here on.” The other man assured. Hikaru could get drunk on his voice, sultry chocolate that would melt in his mouth the moment Hikaru took it in. He wanted to taste it, wanted to eat the words right out of his mouth, wanted to lick the lips that had been tempting him for years. 

“Uh, we can take a break if you guys want.” The crew looked uncomfortable, and Fabi agreed with them. Assuring everyone that it was okay to leave them alone in the studio, as long as the cameras were off. And just like that, Hikaru was left alone in the dim room with the man who was the subject of all his desires. 

His dick was still hard, it pushed against the fabric of his pants. He whimpered loudly the moment the last of the crew member left, tears finally spilling out in succession.

“Come here,” Fabi called out from where he sat, eyes looking at him like he was the most delicious thing in the world. He choked out on a moan, the collar was still on, it shocked him the moment his heartbeat dared to quicken at Fabi’s voice. 

“Hng…”

The other man was as hard as he was, it would seem. By the time Hikaru had made it to the other side of his table, the younger man had already pulled his erection out, pumping it slowly for him to see. 

He kneeled down subconsciously, mind already filled with how he could cradle the cock on his tongue, how good he could make the other man feel if he would just let him lay his hands on him.

“Fabi…” Hikaru whimpered to the younger man, glassy eyes silently begging to be comforted after the torturous session. The younger man reached out for his neck, index finger tracing over the collar that had induced so many sweet sounds that day. 

He coldly accused, “Look at what you did to me.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised on autopilot, hand reaching out to hold onto the other man’s spread knees. Fabi traced the trail of his tears, and the collar shocked him again. He winced in pain, then tried to stifle his groan as the touch lingered. A wave of pleasure washed over him, he slumped forward, leaning on Fabi’s lap like his life depended on it. 

“Would you look at that, it seems like we have another moment to add to your embarrassing moments.”

He didn’t know what the younger man was talking about. Hikaru could barely tell where he was then. But after a moment, the wetness in his front told him what the comment was about. 

He didn’t even have to look down to know what had just happened. The stickiness of his underwear and the relief that he felt was enough of an answer. He avoided Fabi’s eyes, choosing to look at the floor in shame. 

“Maybe they should change the premise of the video, make me thrust into you every time you lie instead, huh?” He gripped Hikaru’s hair to look at his face, tilting him up so that his mouth was levelled with his cock. “Maybe then you won’t even get your name right, since you want me to fuck you so badly.”

He mewled at the accusation. “I should have you thank me for every thrust, turn the video into a praying session. Make you chant my name every time I thrust into you, would you like that?”

“Or maybe I’ll have you climb on my lap when they come back, have you sink down on my cock for the rest of the video instead. What do you think?” Fabi asked him. Hikaru was so dizzy, the cock in front of him mocked him, shaming him for not even being able to have it despite how much he needed it. “You think your fans would like to see that? You dripping all over yourself as you ride your rival’s cock?” 

He softly sobbed, only managing to chant out the younger man’s name, “Fabi…”

“They would feel vindicated, right? They should know how much of a slut you are already, no?” Finally, the other man pulled him closer. The hand in his hair guided his head forward to take the cock into his mouth. He lapped the pre-cum, then eagerly swallow down on the length, feeling himself growing half-hard from this alone.

“Such a slut for me, aren’t you, baby? So fucking needy.”

There wasn’t anything else to comprehend, really. Fabi tasted like heaven, he whimpered around the cock, his tongue tried to wrap itself around the length to coax it into staying in him for longer. 

It didn’t take long for the other man to start fucking his face, he seized him by the hair, pulled him up and down his cock like he was a cocksleeve and Hikaru loved every moment of it. Especially with how many praises the other man grunted out along the way.

“That’s right. So good, baby.” He moaned around the cock at those words, swallowing as deep as he could around the thick length. “You’re so much better when you know your place.”

His cock twitched at the compliment, his eyes gleamed with happiness. Yes, yes. Hikaru was so much better like that, so much happier this way. If Fabi let him be around just to make sure that he was sexually pleasured, then he would gladly accept his place. At the end of the day, who was he if not a good little whore?

“Fuck, so tight. So good.” Fabi grumbled when he came, shooting spurts of cum down his throat. He didn’t pull out immediately, choosing to lazily thrust into his mouth until his cock completely softened, and Hikaru had swallowed all the load down. 

A string of saliva spread from the cock to his lips when he pulled out. Hikaru’s eyes followed the movement, already thinking about the next time he could have it in him.

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He never really liked the subway in the first place, so Hikaru didn't know why he was standing in a crowded carriage during the rush hour like he wanted to do so.

It was suffocatingly tight, and stuffy. There were people all around him, and as the subway arrived at the next destination, Hikaru was pressed up right against the corner of the carriage. 

There's a body right next to him, and Hikaru resorted to face the wall. As more and more people got in, the man next to him moved until he was pressed firmly against Hikaru's back.

He could feel the heat emitting from the other man's body, how his hands were drifting low around his hips area. Hikaru tried to shuffle forward, but found it impossible. Any movement to shift his hips would mean that he's grinding back against the stranger, so Hikaru stayed put, hoping that relief would soon come. 

Hikaru started to sweat before he knew it. The front of his thin T-shirt clung to his nipples from the light film of sweat, and his long dress pants weren't giving him enough air to cool down in the crowded subway. 

His breath hitched when he felt a subtle brush against his ass. It didn't feel like a hand nor a palm, so Hikaru thought that it must have been the edge of the bag that the stranger was carrying, which had somehow accidentally brushed up against him.

But then, the subway jerked abruptly, and the man behind him pressed even closer to him. He could feel it then, the hardness of the other man's clothed erection against the thin material of his pants. 

Hikaru reached back, trying to find something to push the other man back, trying to get away from the situation but the man had other ideas. The stranger seized his hand and pinned it to his back, leaning over to press his clothed erection right against his ass. 

He began to subtly grind against Hikaru as the train moved to another stop, his free hand held onto Hikaru's waist as he humped him in the crowded train.

Frightened and shocked, Hikaru used his free hand to cover his mouth, muffling the shock gasps which fell from his lips as the stranger used him as if he was some lifeless doll meant to be used. 

“Fuck,” the stranger grunted as he pressed forward, pushing Hikaru flushed against the wall. He boldly seized Hikaru's hips with his hands and pulled him back to better hump him through their clothes. “Take it, slut.”

Hikaru could hear the friction of their movement, of cloth rubbing on cloth, and the quickening breaths of the man. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend that it wasn't happening. 

One of the hands on his hips roamed forward, cupping Hikaru's growing clothed erection in his palm and squeezed. The stranger let out a cruel chuckle, “Fucking slut, you're enjoying this, aren't you?”

Hikaru shook his head but his body betrayed him. He could feel himself growing harder at the other man's touches, hiscocok twitched under the fabric of his pants and the stranger cupped him by the balls to pull him back against his erection. 

“You love this, don't you?” There were nips and little suckings on his neck as the other man continued to hump him. He sucked and licked at his earlobe, “Love getting used like some cheap whore on the street? You love getting groped by some strangers, hmm?”

Hikaru leaned his forehead against the wall, humiliation and shame coursed through his vein. The other man's hand continued to massage his clothed balls, tugging and squeezing at the poor organ as he pressed himself impossibly closer to Hikaru.

“...No…” He weakly whimpered as he felt the stranger's hand fumbling with something behind him. 

“No? Is that so?” 

There's a small sound of fabric tearing apart and Hikaru felt the cool air brushing against the skin of his ass. He gasped in horror as the situation dawn upon him, the stranger had torn his pants, making an opening right around his ass so that he could take whatever Hikaru had to give. 

“Wait!” Hikaru gasped. Two slightly wet fingers breached his hole, tweaking and digging around the tight canal as Hikaru moaned and whimpered into his palm. “Please, no…”

“Tight little slut,” the stranger rasped into his ear, he inserted another finger roughly into his hole, setting a rapid pace as he finger-fucked the chess player. “You didn't even wear any underwear, and you said that you didn't want this?”

The fingers quickly retracted and Hikaru felt a sharp pain as the head of the other man's cock breached him. The stranger's hands came back to his hips, pulling back against the small little thrusts. 

The man behind him let out a groan, pushing his head into the crook of Hikaru's head as he relentlessly thrust into him, holding the chess grandmaster in place with the hands on his hips. 

“Good slut,” Hikaru let out a sob at the cruel words. “You were made for this, your little boypussy was made for this.”

Hikaru's body trembled as the other man used him for his own pleasure, abusing his hole as he pleased, and whispering degrading things into his ear. Before long, Hikaru's hips shuttered, he realised in shame that he came, untouched, from the rough handling of the stranger. 

His semen wet the front of his pants embarrassingly, if Hikaru were to leave the train then, everyone would be able to tell that he had ejaculated in his pants. Not to mention the obvious tear at his behind. 

“I'm going to cum in your filthy hole, whore.” 

The stranger's thrust grew more and more erratic as the other man chased his own high. He pulled Hkaru back against every thrust, keeping him speared on his dick as he violated him. 

“That's it,” the stranger reached up to pinch his nipples through his shirt. Hikaru’s dick twitched when he felt the other man cum spill into his inside. He leaned against Hikaru's back and moaned in ecstasy, “Milk my cock.”

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“What’s the matter, baby?” 

The alpha could get drunk on the sensation, the sensation of stuffing Hikaru over and over until the omega started to whimper and cry about being too full.

He leaned down to bite on Hikaru's earlobe, teething at the taunt skin before blowing on it, “Cat got your tongue?”

He groped at Hikaru's chest, once flattened and only slightly chubby, now heavy with milk. He’d always known that Hikaru would look better pregnant anyway, it was bound to happen, considering how much the slut liked to whore himself out. But it was even better that it was his. 

Hikaru winced in pain at his stimulation, hand coming up to try and pry his much larger hand away from the soft and sensitive mounds. 

“...please…” 

“Please what, baby?” He gave a sharp thrust, slowly feeding Hikaru more and more of his thick length, spearing the omega on his cock. “Use your words, ask for it nicely.”

White liquid leaked out of Hikaru's tit as he continued to massage and squeeze the soft flesh, coaxing more and more of the sweet treat out of his slut. He leaned over Hikaru's back, pressing himself even deeper into the battered hole. 

“Beg,” he commanded again. “Beg for me to breed you again, show me how much you want it.”

Hikaru moaned aloud, pawing at his breast to try and swat the hand away, but the alpha knew better. He grabbed Hikaru's hands and pinned them behind his back, pushing the omega face first against the mattress. 

The omega flushed even redder than he already was as humiliation and shame rose from the pit of his stomach. 

“Alpha, please…”

Smack!

A spank landed on his ass roughly, pushing him further into the bed. The alpha’s hands travelled down to cradle his belly, caressing and smoothing the extended organ before setting on his hips. 

“Please what, slut?”

He gave him a harsh thrust, then rammed relentlessly into Hikaru's prostate. He parted Hikaru's cheeks, watching how his cock went in and out of the abused hole.

Smack!

“Oh god,” Hikaru sobbed. His face was wet with tears. The side of the mattress was beginning to get soaked from how much he was crying. He stuttered, “Please—plea—please let me cum, please ruin my pussy.”

“You think that you deserve it?”

He pulled the omega's hips back to meet his harsh thrusts, slamming into the battered hole again and again as Hikaru whimpered, his cunt squeezing him deliciously as if he was trying to milk him. 

The alpha reached down for Hiaru's clit, rubbing and circling around the sensitive nub as he pushed Hikaru to another orgasm. 

Smack!

“Answer me,” he sneered into the omega's ear. “Do you think that you deserve to cum, huh? Does my cocksleeve deserve to cum?”

Hikaru trembled as he neared his orgasm, he threw his head back and moaned wantonly. 

“Yes! yes, yes, yes.” The omega pleaded, “I need it, let me cum on your cock, please.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, feeling how much slick Hikaru was dripping from his stuffed pussy. “I'm going to keep you like this all the time, tummy full with my pups, drooling around my cock like a mindless whore.”

He quickened his pace, gripping onto Hikaru's hips hard enough to form bruises on the pale skin, “You'll like that don’t you? Being pregnant all the time? Isn't that what you were born for?”

The alpha bit at Hikaru's neck, fingers rubbing against Hikaru's clit as the omega squirted, clenching around his cock sweetly. 

“If only you could see yourself,” he grunted as he came inside the omega's used cunt. Hikaru laid limply on the bed, leaking cum from his pussy and milk from his tits, a perfect picture of a whore. 

He slapped the omega's face lightly, “Leaking from every single one of your holes, fucking slut.”