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Video Games Like No Other (UnicornHorn + InkedUp)

Tommy could feel the rushing surge of hot cum inside of him, and he let it happen as he is pretty much defenseless as he is still messed up from the drugs. He felt the ultimate betrayal that his girl's brother would do this to him, this is cruel, this is a nightmare. "No...why?" He chokes out, as he could see the flashes of a camera.
 
Mike moved to grab his own clothes and dressed carefully. "Well, I'll tell you this when you're a little more sober, my sexy little ass, but it doesn't hurt for you to know now." He sat down on the edge of the couch and slapped his ass. "If you don't want me to show everyone how much you came and how much you begged for my cock, you'll let me fuck you again." Mike expected resistance at some point - if not now, then later... But, somehow, he liked that idea. He hadn't ever quite thought of it before, but that whine and whimper of Tommy telling him no definitely would make his fantasies damn nice for awhile.
 
Tommy is not is his right state of mind, but he know that Mike is probably insane. He has just been raped, and now he is being blackmailed into having sex with him. "Please don't...my girl..." He is horrified about her seeing the pictures, and he has no choice but to follow along with the man's crazy plan. He winced when his ass is slapped, he just wants to get out of here, but he closed his eyes to sleep from the drug.
 
Mike took care to dress and then proceeded to clean up after the act. His movements were exact - even betraying his plan as he took care to tug off the other man's clothes and drop them into the dryer. He even gave him an impromptu sponge bath on the couch and dressed him in some old pajama pants and a t-shirt he had to cover up the smell of sex.

That night, he even played up in text a drama of - Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot Tommy was such a lightweight, he got so sick... So, no one would question that he cleaned up his clothes, that he gave him new clothes, that he even would be staying on the couch all night. For now, Tommy's humiliation existed in memories and in shitty phone pictures that Mike saved for later... pleasure. The next morning, he moved about to make breakfast, wondering when Tommy would wake up - and wonder if he could fuck that tight ass before he left later. No one else would be here for a bit - and he would really love to fuck him while he writhed and squirmed, sober and only barely consenting because he knew he had no choice.
 
Tommy woke up the next day, groggy and he is sudden filled with fragments of his memory. He found himself in PJs, and is suddenly flooded with memories of what happened. It was a nightmare, he was...raped by Mike, but that couldn't happen. It felt like a dream, but he found that his hips are sore. He just felt dirt on the outside and inside. "Mike?"
 
Mike was working on making pancake batter in the kitchen - enough for both of them and thensome, really, so there could be more pancakes later too. "Yea, Tommy?" He called out, grinning at him and looking not one bit like he regretted what he'd done that night... Or, if Tommy doubted what happened, not like he had forced himself inside of Tommy at all. "Sleep well? You seemed to be pretty out of it after you passed out." Out of it enough that it had been easy to undress him anyway.

"I hope you like pancakes - because you need something to anchor yourself a little right now so you don't throw up or anything." It didn't seem at all like he was thinking about how to bend Tommy over the counter and just take him and pound into him like the slut he was.
 
"I...my head hurt, I don't remember much what happened last night. We were talking, and I just passed out. I then had a strange dream." He doesn't know that it wasn't a dream, but he decides to linger. "Pancakes sound good..where are my clothes?" He asked, as he is wearing strange clothes. "Did you put these on me?"
 
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