Authors note - this started out as the last of the main story but it changed on me as I wrote it. It's now an ending to Max and Zak's story, so sorry about that.
Which means there's probably at least one more story to end Butch.
I'm still working on Mike & Jessie's story(s) so please be patient a while longer. That one bought up some old memories and stuff I thought I'd moved on from but evidently hadn't. So hoping I can get back to writing it but it's dependent on whether I am able (or willing) to get back into that headspace.
I haven't forgotten about bar hopping either, just working on how wild I can make the date and after party go while still keeping the vibe right.
I love comments both good and bad, so please let me know whether you loved or hated this one and most importantly why! X
Butch 4
Seeing that the show was over, Jessie hopped off Mike's back and headed upstairs, with a snap of her fingers, Mike obediently crawled after her.
In Mike's room they both quickly dumped all his clothes into a bag and packed up his phone, laptop and assorted cables/chargers. Mike dressed quickly while Jessie took a second to dart into Max's room.
Inside she shucked off her tiny backpack and emptied the contents on the bed. Four bottles of clear liquid went on the nightstand along with a bottle of pills, a tube of lube, bottle of poppers, two iPods, a p-spot massager and the black leather flogger she had used on Max last night. The end was shaped like a cock, so it could be used as a dildo, whip or tail. That being done she rooted through Max's pile of unwashed laundry and took the oversized football jersey and boxers shorts she used to wear when she stayed over. She stuffed them into her backpack and hustled to the master bedroom again placing bottles of liquid, poppers and a (much) bigger bottle of lube on the nightstand.
She met Mike at the doorway, a worried look on his face, she nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, they both headed to the bathroom (where it had all begun for them) and cleared Mike's stuff into another bag.
Holding hands they went downstairs stopping only to let Mike grab a pair of trainers and Jessie took two pairs of Stacey's strappy high heeled sandals. Then they were both out of the door, walking down the street as casually as possible and out of the rest of this story.
Now that the show was over, Zak opened Max's cage door and unhooked the chains connected to the cage floor. As the door opened it pulled the dildo out of Max's mouth with a obscenely wet sucking noise. Zak pulled Max out of the cage by his hair, Max mouth was still hanging open from the face fucking and his fat, wet and still very willing ass cunt gaped wide open, drooling cunt juices, squelching with every step.
As Zak led Max upstairs, he could hear the steady drip of ass cunt juice as it drooled out and the squishy sound of his obscenely fat ass lips as he crawled up obediently after him. Zak took Max to his bedroom, he wanted to plow that fat, juicy cunt in his own bed, make him stare at the posters on his walls as he came helplessly on his thick, hard dick. Zak undressed quickly and lay down on the bed, taking care to keep his worn shorts and socks to hand but not noticing the things Jessie had left on the nightstand.
A glimmer of recognition crossed Max's face as he crawled into his room, something else clicked in his mind when he crawled up onto his bed...
Watching his dad finally hate fuck his rival hadn't done anything for Zak, watching gay sex didn't really do anything for him, it was the domination that excited him. Watching men have consensual sex didn't turn him on.
Watching one man dominate another, to force him to his knees and make him into a cocksucker did.
Even better when the cocksucker turned cumslut.
Popping Max's cherry hadn't been as satisfying as Zak thought it would've been either.
Might've been because Jessie had so thoroughly fucked Max up before hand. She sure did have a lot of anger and resentment towards him, otherwise she probably wouldn't have punch fisted him.
Which, (Zak had to admit) made Max's asshole look real pretty. But the freshly punch fisted ass cunt was so sloppy and loose he barely felt the sides.
Bit of an anti-climax when his hated rival had already been broken before he got to do anything meaningful to him. It was all over bar the symbolic marking of Max with cum. And after he had made Max cum on his own face, he had mostly lost interest as Jessie and the gang worked their magic on Max for the rest of the day.
After all, a deal was a deal and if she wanted the ownership of the accounts he had made on her behalf, (and the revenue) she had to do what Zak (and more importantly Butch) wanted.
Now however Jessie's work was done and the admin rights had been handed over, Zak had a slobbering human sex toy to fuck on demand.
Zak didn't think it was gay to fuck another guy, especially a pretty boy cumdump like Max.
It was just nature. Alpha fucks Beta.
And since the sextape with Jessie had gone wildly viral there wasn't a slut within 50 miles who'd go anywhere near him.
So having a personal sex zombie was definitely a plus.
Especially since the drugs Jessie had given Max had given him a fat booty, sex-doll blowjob lips and almost b-cups.
The machines had done an amazing job at turning his (formerly virgin) asshole into a fat, juicy, drooling fuck hole. Even now he could hear squishy sounds as Max squeezed his thighs together as he crawled between Zak's legs.
Max's nipples were now close to an inch long and as thick as his little finger. His already small cock had shrank and now just drooling precum limply, his balls were bloated though.
Max's tits, ass, balls and clit were now perfect to tug and squeeze, bite and chew, manhandle and maul.
Zak's cock twitched and drooled at the thought.
Where did that come from?
Max nuzzled at Zak's balls, sniffing deeply, licking and gently sucking at them, grazing them with his teeth, making Zak shiver. Max was watching intently for signs of life from Zak's cock. As it started to swell under his tender ministrations, Max started to lap and suckle at the head of Zak's cock.
Zak felt Max on his cock and smiled. It wasn't the adrenaline rush of having conquered a new hole, or the triumph of having a new bitch on her knees, cum on her face as you recorded it. This was the warm glow of knowing you have a two hole whore at your beck and call.
No more chasing bitches, no more holier-than-thou bullshit, no more cheap skanks because no one else would give you the time of day.
Zak drifted into an exhausted sleep, with the satisfied smirk of a man getting his cock sucked.
His plan to fuck Max into a puddle of drool and cum forgotten the instant he lay on the bed...
Exhaustion started to overwhelm Max and one final trigger clicked in his mind as he sank into a bone deep sleep, suckling on Zak's soft cock like a pacifier.
When Max woke it was dark. He wasn't sure what time it was or why he had woken up. He took off the dog ear headphones that had been clamped to his head and carefully put them over Zak's ears. Then he synched it to one of the iPods Jessie had left on the table, held his breath and counted to ten.
Zak stirred slightly but settled down, the subliminal instructions whispering their insidious message into his sleeping brain.