Hey there lovely people. Just dropping by. Here's another smut I wrote. It's kinda different from what I usually make but I hope you give this a chance. It's quite hot and exciting in it's own way. It's in third person's pov. Figured it's hot that way.
~AL~
“What’s the matter, fag? Scared to hit the showers with real men?”
Cassian Zimmerman leaned against the locker bank, a nasty smirk on his stupidly handsome face. He was all sun-kissed skin and sculpted muscle, the poster boy for toxic masculinity. His target, Leo Vance, just zipped his gym bag slowly, not even looking up.
“Real men?” Leo’s voice was a low, amused rumble. He finally glanced over, his eyes—a shocking, clear blue—taking in Cassian with a lazy sweep. “You keep using that phrase. I don’t think you know what it means.”
A hot flush of anger crawled up Cassian’s neck. He hated that. He hated how Leo never got rattled, how he was bigger, more ripped, and moved with a confidence that felt like a challenge.
“I know you’d rather be in there checking out dick than getting clean.”
Leo stood up, and damn him, he was taller. He crowded into Cassian’s space, the clean, sporty scent of his sweat somehow infuriating.
“You think about my interests a lot, Cass. It’s cute. Obsessive, but cute.”
“Fuck you!” Cassian spat, shoving at Leo’s chest. It was like pushing a brick wall. Leo just chuckled, a dark, warm sound.
“You wish, princess. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some of us have places to be that aren’t the sad, lonely closet you call a life.” He shouldered past, his bag brushing Cassian’s leg. The dismissal was complete.
Humiliation burned in Cassian’s gut, sharp and familiar. He’d been losing these little battles for months, ever since Leo had come out to him, privately, stupidly thinking his best friend would understand. Cassian hadn’t understood. He’d spread it everywhere. And Leo had just… stopped caring about him. Started winning every fight, physical and otherwise.
“You’re a fucking disgrace!” Cassian yelled at his retreating back. The locker room door swung shut. Silence, except for the drip of a showerhead. Cassian kicked a bench, the clang echoing. Asshole. Disgusting Homo.
“He really gets under your skin, doesn’t he?”
The voice made him jump. He spun. A girl with stringy hair and glasses stood there, her expression flat, was standing by the corner of the lockers. He vaguely recognized her from the bleachers—always staring.
“You scared the shit outta me, stupid creep. The fuck are you doing in here? Get out.”
The mousy girl ignored him, stepping closer.
“Pathetic,” the girl said expressionless. “You got a severe case of internal homophobia.”
Cassian was enraged.
“The fuck did you just say? You looking for trouble, bitch?”
The girl didn’t back away.
“All bark. No bite. I’m here to give you exactly what you deserve,” she said, and before he could react, she blew a handful of glittering dust into his face.
Cassian choked, stumbling back. Some dust went into his mouth. It tasted like ash. Suddenly, the world dissolved into a sickening whirl. His bones dissolved into hot wax, his skin shrinking like plastic in a fire. He tried to scream, but his jaw was melting, his throat collapsing. The fall was short, ending with a soft, pathetic thump on the cold tile.
The world suddenly gigantic. Cassian was disoriented. He was on top of his own gear. His body was gone. In its place was a soft, silicone… thing. The girl leaned down, her face a massive, almost blurry and big like a moon.
“A pocket pussy. Fitting. To break the curse, you need to absorb the essence of the person you hated the most. Three times. You’ll know what it’s like to be a toy now.” She giggled, a nasty sound as she stood straight.
Cassian tried to scream at her but his vision was getting blurry. The world twisted, shrank, went dark.
Consciousness returned as a muted awareness of surroundings. He was still on top of his gear on the floor. The smell of old sweat and disinfectant. He must’ve passed out for a couple of minutes.
Everything was… huge. The vents were caverns. A lost sock was a mountain of fabric. Panic, absolute and deafening, screamed in a mind that had no mouth. He tried to move, but his body was… different. Unresponsive in the ways that mattered. Soft. Yielding. He could feel the cool air on a surface that was unnervingly, intimately smooth. He was a fucking sex toy.
The girl’s voice echoed in his mind. You have to absorb the essence of the person you hated the most.
Cassian tried to deciphered what it meant. Essence? Leo? Him? He actually doesn’t hate Leo. No. Hate is a big word. He just…freaked out when Leo told him he was into guys too. And Cassian, like a teenager with a stunted brain development couldn’t comprehend why his best friend, the most popular guy in school, with a long line of chicks waiting, would be a fag. And outing him? It was spur of the moment when he saw Leo with a nerd guy from Chem. And since then, everything spiraled out of control.
The locker door screeched open. Light flooded in, and framed in it was Leo Vance. Back-lit and huge, he scanned the room, his brow furrowed.
“Where the fuck is it?” he muttered.
Leo! Help me! It’s Cassian! No sound came out. Just a faint, plastic rustle.
Leo’s eyes swept the floor. He didn’t even notice the sex toy next to his locker. He bent down, and his face, all sharp angles and concern, filled Cassian’s view. He wasn’t looking at him, though. He was snagging a thin, braided leather cord from the floor. He was dusting it. Their friendship bracelet. The irony was a gut punch.
Leo’s brow furrowed when he finally looked at Cassian’s way. He reached in, his huge, familiar fingers closing around Cassian’s… body. He was lifted into the air. Cassian got a dizzying view of Leo’s confused, handsome face from below.
“The fuck…?” Leo turned the silicone form—pink, lifelike, obscene—over in his hands. A disgusted snort. “Classy, Zimmerman. Real mature. Leave a fake pussy in front of my locker? That your idea of a message?”
No! It’s me! You idiot!
Leo shook his head, a smirk playing on his full lips.
“You know what? Fine. Waste of a perfectly good toy.” He tucked Cassian unceremoniously into his gym bag. “I’ll give it a proper review.”
The journey was a nightmare of jostling darkness. He was buried in a pile of sweat-damp clothes that still smelled like Leo.
Then, light again. Leo’s bedroom. The place where he had been for a thousand times already. It was tidy, smelled like him—clean linen and something spicy. A picture on Leo’s desk caught Cassian’s phantom sight. It was him and Leo, arms around each other grinning at the camera. Cassian’s non-existent stomach knotted. Leo still kept photos of them.
Cassian was suddenly dumped onto the rumpled comforter. Leo stripped off his shirt, his back a landscape of sweaty muscle. Cassian had seen it a thousand times in the locker room, but now, from this vantage point, it was terrifyingly powerful. Leo rummaged in a drawer, pulled out a bottle of lube.
“Since you went to all the trouble,” Leo said to the empty room, as if Cassian could hear him.
He flopped onto the bed, leaning against the headboard.
“Fucking Zimmerman,” Leo chuckled to himself, unbuckling his jeans. “Thinks he can get under my skin with a cheap rubber pussy. Joke’s on him. I could use the stress relief.”
He shucked his jeans and boxers, and his cock sprang free, already thick and heavy, the head flushed a dark, angry red. Cassian was utterly shocked. It was… magnificent. Even not fully erect. The sight sent a confusing pulse through Cassian’s silicone form.
Leo grabbed the lube from his nightstand, squirting a cold dollop onto his palm. He wrapped a hand around his dick, stroking it slowly, his eyes closing. His head tipped back, the muscles in his throat working as a low groan escaped him. Cassian was forced to watch, a silent prisoner, as Leo’s dick got rock-hard, the veins standing out like a roadmap.
“Mmm…fuck.”
Then Leo’s free hand picked him up. He squeezed a glob of cold, clear lube directly onto the toy’s entrance. Onto Cassian. The slickness was a shocking, intimate violation. Then Leo’s fingers were there, pressing, testing. One thick finger pushed inside, and Cassian’s entire world became the slow, burning stretch. A gasp tried to escape a throat he didn’t have. The pure wrongness of it made Cassian’s mind reel. How can he feel this? Leo added a second finger, scissoring them.
“Not bad. Feels brand new,” Leo murmured, withdrawing his fingers with a wet squelch.
He positioned Cassian over his rock-hard cock, the fat, leaking head nudging against the slick opening.
“Thanks for the gift, Cass,” he whispered, a cruel joke to an absent audience.
He pushed in.
The world exploded into sensation. It was a brutal, full feeling. A stretching, burning fullness that made Cassian tremble.
The shock made Cassian instinctively clenched hard against Leo. Even Leo was shocked how realistic the inside was.
“The fuck? This cunt got some features. Feels so real. Squeezing me tight.”
Leo’s cock was hot, impossibly real, steel hard, sliding deeper with a relentless, smooth pressure. Every inch of the thick meat made Cassian vibrate.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s it,” Leo groaned above him.
Then he began to move. A slow, dragging withdrawal that made Cassian feel hollowed out, followed by a hard, deep thrust that slammed him back into place. The rhythm was punishing, steady. The sound of skin slapping against wet silicone filled the room, a filthy, percussive beat to his own personal hell. He was being used. He was a thing, a hole for the man he hated to get off in.
Cassian felt the friction, the heat, his traitorous body was responding. The deep, grinding pressure against the toy’s inner wall was translating into sparks of pleasure in his mind.
Leo’s pace picked up. His breaths came harder. He braced a hand behind him, gripping the headboard, his bicep bulging. His face, usually so controlled, was slack with pleasure.
“God, you’re tight,” he grunted, his hips snapping upward. The wet slap of skin on wet silicone pussy filled the room. Each impact jarred Cassian. The sound was so obscene and filthy.
The pleasure, unwanted, shameful, began to build alongside the violation. Cassian was screaming, fuck, fuck, fuck, in his mind. The coil of shameful pleasure inside him tightened, winding up towards something he didn’t want to acknowledge. He could feel Leo getting closer, feel the dick inside him swelling, getting impossibly harder.
“Gonna fill this little cunt up,” Leo growled, his voice raw. “Since you left it for me…Fuck. Cassian.”
The sound of his own name on Leo’s lips, at this moment, was the final straw. Leo was fucking Cassian wildly onto his cock. A wave of orgasm, so intense it was painful, ripped through Cassian’s consciousness. He was coming, but he had no cock, no body to release it. It was a psychic implosion of pleasure.
At the same time, Leo slammed home one last time and roared, his whole body going rigid. Knuckles white as he gripped the headboard tight. Heat. A thick, liquid explosion like a geyser flooded Cassian’s silicone core. Ropes after ropes. He could feel it, the hot, sticky pulses of Leo’s fertile cum painting his insides. It was jet hot and filthy.
As the last throb of Leo’s dick faded, a strange warmth spread through Cassian’s core. It felt like… power. Like Leo’s essence was being absorbed, rewriting something fundamental inside him. He felt a shift. A change.
Leo, breathing heavily, slowly pulled out with a wet, obscene slurp. Cum gushed out of the toy, pooling on the comforter.
Cassian was reeling, he tried to form a thought, a curse, anything.
“You… fucking… bastard.”
A voice, hoarse and strained, but undeniably his own, whispered into the quiet room.
Leo froze. His head whipped down, his eyes wide with pure, unadulterated shock, staring at the cum-drenched toy in his hand. The lips were swollen, glistening. He was sure he heard it.
“What the fuck?”
As the last remnant of Leo’s essence was absorbed, Cassian’s reeling mind began to clear, like a thick fog lifting.
“It’s me, you son of a bitch!” Cassian’s voice, tinny and strange, echoed from the slick, used hole.
Leo’s shock hardened instantly into a suspicious frown. He didn’t drop him. He brought the toy closer, turning it in his hand, his eyes narrowing.
“Cassian? Bullshit. This is some fucked-up speaker. Some prank.” A humorless smirk touched his lips. “You really ordered a custom pussy with a built-in speaker? I have to say, Zim, your dedication to being an asshole is impressive.”
“No prank!” Cassian screamed. The sound was muffled by his own silicone walls. “A girl! A weird creepy girl! She blew dust in my face in the locker room and I… I woke up like this!”
“Stop talking nonsense,” Leo scoffed, his indifference a familiar, suffocating blanket. “It’s making my soft dick sick. Who the fuck turns into a toy? You watch too much hentai, man.”
“I’m not lying. I got cursed.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Leo challenged, his thumb idly stroking the toy’s outer lips. The silicone felt unnervingly warm, almost alive.
“Because… because of the birthmark!” Cassian’s voice was frantic. “On my hip! It’s a stupid little brown circle, right above my ass crack on the left side! You saw it in the locker room a hundred times! You said it looked like a shit stain!”
Leo’s hand froze. The insult was specific, a memory he’d completely forgotten. It was exactly the kind of cruel, juvenile shit they used to say to each other. His heart gave a nervous thud.
“Coincidence,” he said, but his voice was less certain.
“It’s not!” Cassian pleaded. “Check the back! The base! It has to be there!”
Swallowing hard, Leo slowly turned the toy over in his palm. He’d been too focused on the front, on using it, to ever really look at it. There, on the smooth, matte base, just below the entry point, was a small, perfectly circular, brown mark. Identical. A cold dread, sharp and sickening, washed over him.
“Oh my god,” Leo whispered. He dropped the toy as if it were burning him. It landed with a soft thud on his comforter. “What the fuck…”
“You believe me now?” Cassian’s voice was small, trembling.
Leo stared at the toy, his mind racing. It was impossible. Insane. But the mark… the specific, humiliating detail… there was no way. No way in hell. He looked from the toy to his own spent, sticky cock, then back again. The toy’s glistening lips were actually quivering. A slow, dawning horror—and then a flicker of something else, something dark and predatory—crossed his features.
“Okay. Okay, say I believe you,” Leo’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble as he slowly picked the toy back up. He handled it differently now, not like a sex toy, but like a bomb. “Cassian Zimmerman… trapped in a pocket pussy.”
“Don’t say it like that!”
“But that’s what you are.” Leo’s lip curled into a sneer, the old anger rushing back in, hot and potent. “You’ve been calling me a fag for months. You outed me to the whole school. And now you’re a literal fuck-toy. The irony is so thick I could choke on it.”
“Shut up!” Cassian raged, but the humiliation was a cold, living thing inside him. “She said… she said to break it, I have to… to take your… your essence. Three times.”
The room was dead quiet. Then Leo laughed. It wasn't a nice laugh. It was a deep, rolling sound of pure, vindictive amusement. “You’re joking. You’re really committing to the act, huh? The dedication, dude.”
“I’m not! You think I want this? You think I wanted you to… to…” Cassian couldn’t even say it. The memory of that full, stretching heat, the pulses of Leo’s cumshot—it burned in his mind. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
Leo’s grin was sharp as glass. “Oh, I believe you. I believe you’re completely and utterly fucked.”
Just then, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He glanced at the screen. It was Cassian’s mom. ‘Leo, honey, have you heard from Cassian? He’s not answering his phone and I’m getting worried.’
Leo’s grin vanished. He looked at Cassian’s silicone form. “Did you put your mom through this? You’re getting lower and lower in my eyes, Cass.”
“I didn’t. I swear, Leo. I really am trapped in here.”
Leo looked up at the ceiling, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face. His mind couldn’t comprehend the magic, but the reality was undeniable. Cassian was here. At his mercy. And he needed something only Leo could give.
“Fine,” Leo mused, his thumb stroking the toy’s outer lips idly. A shiver ran through Cassian’s form. “So you need my come. Two more loads. From the guy you hate. From the fag.”
“Please,” Cassian whispered, the word tearing out of him. “Leo. Please. Just… turn me back.”
Leo smiled. It was a cruel, beautiful thing. “No.”
“What?”
“I said no.” Leo stood up, carrying the toy to his dresser. He set Cassian down on the polished wood, looking down at him like a god looking down at an insect.
“You screwed me over. You insulted me. You outed me to the whole school. And now you’re a toy that needs my dick to survive.”
He leaned close, his breath warm against the silicone. “Why the hell would I help you? I think I’m going to enjoy our time together.”
“Leo, I’m begging you.”
“Beg louder,” Leo commanded, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I’m going to sleep. You can think about how badly you need me.”
He walked away, turning off the light, leaving Cassian in the dark on the dresser.
“You’re an ass!” Cassian screamed from the dresser, his voice echoing in the empty room. “Get me out of here!”
Leo just got into bed, a wide, triumphant smirk on his face, and drifted off to sleep, the sound of Cassian’s impotent rage a better lullaby than he’d ever heard.
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