Leo's new game was a special kind of torture, designed to make Cassian lose what was left of his goddamn mind.
The days all blurred into one long, sweaty haze. Leo would come back from practice, smelling like grass and hard work, his skin still damp and glistening. He’d open the dresser drawer and pull Cassian out. His favorite fuck toy. Cassian would then scream at Leo for treating him like a goddamn fuck toy. Which he was.
Leo would rail him for what felt like hours. His cock muffling Cassian’s complaints. Sometimes it was slow, deep strokes, making sure Cassian felt every goddamn inch of that thick dick pulsing inside him. Other times, it was hard, punishing slams that made his whole silicone body shake, the wet slap of skin on his ass the only sound in the room.
"Fuck, look at you," Leo would grunt, his voice all rough and breathless. "All you ever needed was a fat cock to shut you up, huh? You're gripping me like you're fucking starving for it."
Cassian would just seethe, refusing to give the bastard the satisfaction but the sex was delicious, making his inside flutter. How can this feel so good? Cassian would think.
"Beg for it, Cassian. Beg for my fucking cum. Maybe I'll let you have it. That one last load to make you human again."
And that's when he'd break. Cassian would beg. He'd plead. He'd promise Leo anything, everything, just for that one release. The one that would end this nightmare.
But every single time, right when Leo's hips would start to stutter, when his breath would catch in that way that meant he was about to shoot his spunk, he'd pull out. Every. Fucking. Time. Cassian would feel the sudden empty ache, the agony of being so close, and then feel the hot spurt of Leo's load all over his lips, his silicone skin, the sheets—anywhere but where he needed it.
The curse would thrum with a hungry, frustrated energy. It was a physical need, a desperate, cramping ache for something he couldn't have.
He'd call Leo a psycho afterwards. And Leo would just fucking smirk, like Cassian's suffering was the best part of his day.
Sometimes, it was even worse. Leo would slide a rubber over his dick, and Cassian could taste the damn latex. The sense he recovered ultimately became another curse. It was a whole new kind of humiliation.
Leo would lie back and make Cassian ride him, the fullness and the friction driving him insane. But then Leo would groan, and Cassian would feel him pulse inside the condom, filling it with that thick, milky cum he could feel but never taste. The sight of all that pearly white liquid, trapped and useless rubber, was its own special kind of hell.
Leo even scrawled "SLUT" and "PROPERTY OF LEO VANCE" right on his silicone skin when he was bored. Cassian just simmered, helpless. It was pure degradation.
Missing posters started showing up around school. CASSIAN ZIMMERMAN. His yearbook photo, with that cocky smirk. Leo had one taped to his wall, right above the dresser. He'd look at the poster, then look down at the toy in his hand.
"Looks nothing like you now, does it?" he'd say with a sick grin.
God, how Cassian wished he could punch that smug look right off his face.
It had been almost a week.
Sunday afternoon, and Cassian was at it again. Pleading. Thinking how he can convince the jackass to stop this madness.
“Please, Leo. Just finish. Just… give it to me. I’ll do anything. I’ll fucking… I’ll apologize to the whole school. I’ll tell them you’re not a fag. Just please.”
"I never thought this day would come, 'The Cassian Zimmermann' begging for my cum," Leo smirked, lying on his bed, idly stroking his hard cock with one hand, holding Cassian in the other. Cassian gritted internally.
Leo had been edging himself for an hour, fucking the toy just enough to keep himself swollen and aching. His balls were so heavy and filled with so much load.
“You’ll tell them I’m not a fag?” Leo laughed, a dark, rich sound. “But I am, Cassian. I like pretty boys. And right now, I really like this toy.” He pushed the leaking tip back inside, just an inch, and let it sit. The stretch was a sweet, constant pressure. Leo would rub his cock on the lips and fucked Cassian with just his broad mushroom cockhead.
“I’m having too much fun.”
The doorbell rang.
Leo’s eyes flicked to the clock. He pulled Cassian off with a wet pop and set him on the nightstand. “Stay.”
Cassian scorned internally. Like he could go somewhere even if he wanted to.
Leo pulled on a pair of clean jeans, no boxers, and left the room. Cassian heard the front door open, voices—Leo’s, warm and inviting, and another, higher, lisping with a playful cadence.
A minute later, Leo came back, followed by a boy. He was slender, with artfully tousled blond hair, wearing tight jeans and a cropped tank top. He moved with a sway, his eyes bright and mischievous.
The exact type Cassian despised.
“Your room is so much cleaner than I expected, Leo,” the boy said, his gaze drifting.
Then it landed on the nightstand. On Cassian.
His pretty nose wrinkled. “Ew. Leo, babe, what is that?” He pointed a manicured finger.
Leo didn’t miss a beat. He walked over, picked Cassian up. “This? It’s nothing. A gag gift.”
“It looks used.” The boy—the twink—stepped closer, his disgust evident. “You don’t… you don’t use that, do you? To get off?”
Leo shrugged, a slow, easy smile spreading across his handsome face. He looked from the toy to the boy. “Sometimes. When I’m bored. It’s not bad.”
The boy made a gagging sound. “That’s so gross! It’s all… pink and synthetic. You should just use me.” He sidled up to Leo, running a hand over his chest. “I’m real.”
Cassian wanted to gag.
“I know you are, Kyler,” Leo murmured, but his eyes were on the toy in his hand. He gave it a slight squeeze. Cassian felt it like a shock.
“So throw it away,” Kyler pressed, leaning in to nuzzle Leo’s neck. “Let’s have some real fun. I’ve been thinking about that big dick all week.”
Leo seemed to consider it. He looked at Cassian. Inside, Cassian was screaming. No. No, don’t you dare. You can’t. I need it. I need you.
“You know what?” Leo said, his voice dropping to that intimate, dangerous rumble. “You’re right. It is gross.”
He tossed Cassian onto the bed. Not toward the trash, but onto the rumpled sheets. Then he turned, pulling Kyler into a deep kiss. Cassian had a perfect, horrifying view.
He watched Leo strip the boy, his hands efficient and greedy. He watched Kyler’s slender, hairless body be revealed. He watched him get on his knees on the rug, taking Leo’s cock into his mouth with a practiced, enthusiastic moan.
The sounds were worse than the sight. The wet, sucking noises. Kyler’s happy little hums. Leo’s low groans of encouragement, his fingers tangling in the blond hair.
“Yeah, just like that. Take it all.”
Cassian burned. The curse burned hotter, a jealous, ravenous fire. This was what Leo wanted. This pretty, willing, fruity thing. Not him. Not a trapped, hateful lump of silicone.
But then Leo pulled Kyler up and bent him over the foot of the bed. He reached over, his hand groping across the sheets until it found Cassian. He picked him up.
“Leo, what are you doing?” Kyler whined, looking over his shoulder.
“Showing you how much better you are,” Leo said, his voice thick. He positioned himself behind Kyler. His cock steel hard. But instead of entering him, he put Cassian on top of the boy. Leo rubbed his cock in between the boy’s ass cleft and the toy’s pussy lips.
“See?” Leo grunted, rubbing the toy against him. “Cold. Fake.” Then he dropped Cassian onto the bed beside Kyler’s head and, in one smooth motion, guided his own cock into the boy’s tight, pink hole.
Kyler cried out, a sharp, pleased sound. Leo started to fuck him, hard and fast from the start. The bed rocked. Cassian bounced on the mattress with each thrust, inches from where Leo’s hips slammed into that perfect, yielding body.
He could hear everything. The slap of skin. Kyler’s choked pleas. The slick, wet sounds of Leo pistoning in and out of a real, warm, tight channel.
The jealousy was a physical pain, sharper than any humiliation. Cassian felt knots in his non existent stomach.
Leo’s pace grew frantic. One of his hands was braced on the bed, right next to Cassian. The other was digging into Kyler’s hip. His face was a mask of intense pleasure, his sharp eyes glazed.
In one motion, Leo flipped Kyler onto his back. He grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer to the edge. The twink’s face was in utter ecstasy.
“You like that, huh?”
Leo was talking to Kyler but his eyes were on Cassian. Every hard thrust of Leo shook the bedframe. The boy was moaning like bitch in heat.
“Yes.Yes. Right, there…fuck. Daddy.”
The word grated Cassian’s phantom ear. Kyler was clawing Leo’s sweaty back. They were fucking in missionary. And Cassian was in the front row seat without his own volition.
They went at it for quite a while. Kyler was flipped back, laying on his stomach, ass up. Leo pounded into him like he couldn't get enough.
“Gonna come,” Leo growled. “Gonna fill this sweet ass…”
Cassian’s world narrowed to Leo’s face, to the tension coiling in his body. Leo had been edging earlier and he was about to nut. This was it. He was going to come inside this twink, and Cassian would be trapped forever, watching his last chance spill into someone else.
But then, at the last possible second, Leo pulled out.
A ragged shout tore from Kyler, a mix of protest and overstimulation. Leo’s hand flew to his own cock, and he stood over the bed, jerking himself furiously. His eyes weren’t on Kyler. They were locked on the toy beside him.
The first thick, white rope landed across Cassian’s opening. The second splashed directly onto Kyler’s trembling back. The third painted the sheets.
Leo breathed hard, his chest heaving. He looked down at the mess, at the used boy, at the toy glistening with his release. He smiled, exhausted and victorious.
Kyler was complaining, confused. “Why’d you pull out? I wanted to feel it.”
“Next time,” Leo said absently, wiping himself on the sheet. He picked Cassian up. He was still slick from being rubbed against Kyler, now streaked with Leo’s seed. Leo brought him close to his face.
“You see that?” he whispered, so only the toy could hear. His voice was raw with exertion and something else—possession. “That could have been you. But it wasn’t. You’re not ready yet.”
He carried Cassian to the bathroom, ignoring Kyler’s pouting. He turned on the faucet, the water warm. He rinsed the toy clean, his fingers carefully washing away all evidence. The touch was almost gentle.
Cassian remained silent for a moment. Leo wasn’t just denying him. This was his revenge.
“You’re disgusting.” Cassian said with indifference.
Leo chuckled. “Yeah? Well, get used to it.”
Back in the bedroom, Leo tossed a towel to Kyler. “You should head out. I’ve got stuff.”
After the boy left, dressed and sulking, Leo placed Cassian back on the nightstand. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, one hand resting on his stomach.
Minutes passed in silence.
“You taste better,” Leo said suddenly, his voice quiet in the dark room.
"Fuck you."
That was the last time Cassian talked to him.
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