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His short breath echoing in the mostly empty bathroom was loud at first, but when it came filled with the sound of his mouth working over a particularly thick cock, the noises were deafening. Kora shifted the position of his heels on the floor, the scraping barely ringing out above the choking sounds that his throat made when the length he had buried in his throat thrust a little too deep. He was focused tonight. He needed the money this week, and he was determined to earn it before it was time to pack up and leave.



This was his stall. The familiar rough brush of duct tape against the little tip of his nose told him that. Through teary eyes, he could just barely make out the familiar slurs that graffitied the wall above the crudely cut hole. More or less accurate insults of ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’ loomed over his head as he gave the shaft in his mouth a very generous suck, letting himself pull back to catch his breath. There was a reason men came to him. Not only because he had a perfect mouth, but because he was one of the very few that allowed guys who didn’t have a condom to spare to fuck his face every once in a while. It was even rumored that sometimes, he’d let a select few come into his stall. And that, too, was true. For this–and for just about everything else–he didn’t charge, but he did require protection, which was a fault in the eyes of some. But they always came back. He had regulars that knew he’d let them in if they pushed at the stall door.



“C’mon…” Came the terse grunt of the man he had been ignoring, effectively breaking his concentration when the spongy knob of a dick jabbed against his cheek, then his lower lip, slathering his face with a mixture of pre-cum and saliva. Sometimes he forgot the fact that there was someone behind the wall, someone attached to the appendages he spent most of his nights sucking on. It wasn’t something that he honestly cared about, and he really didn’t have the urge to fix it either. Kora’s eyes dropped as he grabbed the base, staring down the throbbing member, dripping and looking as if it would be ready to pop at any second. The veins stood out a faint, lovely blue against the red flesh, the skin stained a shimmering pink with his lip-gloss. It was drooling all over the crest of his chest, or at least what little skin that was peaking out from the tiny scrap of dress he had on. A dress that was already very messy from other loads from boys that day. The sight prompted a sensation of arousal, and elicited a small hiss from between his lips and through his teeth, the pillows swollen from the rough fucking this guy had been giving his mouth. He let his tongue out to roll along the head, and Kora could hear the heavy sigh the man gave in response. These few seconds of licking spanned longer and longer, until he was caught up in the motions of swirling his tongue over the slit, stroking firm and slow over the slick member.



A soft thud sounded. The male’s hips pressed to the wall, but it only pushed the knob into Kora’s hot mouth for a second before the suction was gone, his head having pulled back, and his tongue was lapping in slow, teasing strokes once more. It was throbbing steadily in the palm of his hand and the animalistic grunts that sounded as his silky hands and fake nails lightly touched to the bulging cock were delightful to his ears. As weak as a mewling kitten but with a desperate sense to uphold his masculinity. It struck him as nothing short of cute.



His client groaned impatiently at this outright display of teasing. “Do you want your money, or not?” And with this threat, the tip jabbed inside of his mouth, then pulled from the warm cavern, as if the male were expecting an answer. “Fuckin’ tease,” There was real frustration in the dislocated voice from behind the wall. Maybe he had fucked with the guy too much. But the silence edged on, and it was clear that he was expected to speak, something he was reluctant enough to do, since it ruined the illusion of his girly demenour.



“Um, I do…” A bit of fear crept into him at the sound of his own voice. Not feminine, not even very girl-ish. It was a boy’s, and the fact of the matter was that not all of the men that came through the bathroom were gay, given that this bathroom was originally for girls. Out of order, but still a women’s bathroom. The few seconds of quiet that followed his response only amplified the terrible churning in his stomach as he waited for his own response. He tried to get a look through the duct taped hole, but the slippery cock in his hand filled it pretty well. The only relief he garnered from his examination was the fact that his client’s erection hadn’t softened. Not yet, at least.



During his furious thoughts, the shaft he had been cupping gently pulled from his palms. It left only wet spots of drool where it had been, and it took a moment for the sight to register in his mind. Kora held his breath, listening for footsteps. One, then two, and soon enough, a pair of eyes peaked over the stall at him. They were dark eyes, ones of a young man, though not one as young as he was. Clearly, he was being inspected. It wasn’t the sort of look of violence that he had been expecting, but beneath all that lust, he could detect a hint of curiosity.



Kora did play the part of a girl well. He had hit the genetic lottery on that part at least, with the scale of androgyny tipped gently over to the side of feminine rather than masculine. He had angelic, plump lips that curved timidly at the corners, almost into a polite smile that could seem mischievous with the right spark in his eyes. Even while drool and cum were dribbling down his chin, even while his almond eyes were wide with shock, he looked lovely. Not someone who needed to be crouched down in bathrooms, sucking guys off for money. Of course, there wasn’t a single one of his customers that would complain about his predicament. “Let me in. I’ll give you double if you let me fuck you,” He watched as the male’s gaze narrowed hungrily, and this was enough to prompt him to gather his wits about him.



He definitely needed the cash. And double the money meant that he could probably go home right after instead of staying another few hours. Instead of responding, the boy straightened himself from where he had been sitting comfortably on the backs of his heels, pulling down the high hem of his dress so that it went as low as it could go, just barely covering his ass. The click of the door unlocking followed his little show, and he glanced upwards to see if the man with the mousy brown hair was still watching. He was greeted with nothing, just emptiness where there had once been a person staring him down. Someone was eager.



Again, his attention was captured. This time, it was from a rough hand grabbing his cheeks, pulling his head upwards so that it was tilted into a painful angle and staring helplessly into the tired, yet sharp eyes of a brunette. Beside them, the door clattered against the wall of the bathroom’s stall, making his breath leap and get stuck in his throat. The male towered a full foot and more above him, a task that wasn’t difficult in the slightest in comparison to someone as small as Kora, a boy that happened to be blessed with a petite frame–it really made his boyish scrawniness an advantage when he was dressed up like a girl. This guy, on the other hand, was handsome and most definitely masculine at that. Stubble, very noticeable cheekbones. But the most prominent thing about this man had to be what he was wearing. A smart blue uniform, adorned with a shiny badge that caught Kora’s gaze with no amount of difficulty. Second to that was the fact that his client had very nice forearms, and that his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows to clearly display the muscle there.



The sight took ages to dawn upon him, but slowly, his reaction took place. All he could manage to do was stare up at the cop in front of him with rounded eyes messed with running mascara, raised eyebrows that were thicker than he would have liked, and his breath coming out frantically through his nose. “M-mm…” When his head even twitched so much to the side, the cop pulled it back. If he tried to pull away, he was just yanked back into place with loudly clicking heels stuttering on the concrete floor. Kora’s hands darted up, closing around the male’s thick wrist and yanking as hard as he could manage, though ultimately only succeeding in sinking his nails into his flesh. The thick fingers clamped tighter into his face, biting down and forcing a high whimper from the boy.



There was a fierceness on the beautifully defined face of the male towering over him. “You’re a messy little slut, aren’t you?” There was no lift to his voice, and in a movement that happened faster than a blink, his wrists were enclosed in the brunette’s free hand. Again, his client didn’t wait for a response. “A little young to be whoring yourself out like this, huh? Can’t be more than eighteen…” For what felt like the fifteenth time in those short seconds, the other male stared at his mouth again, observing how the lips plumped out when they were pinched. Kora’s head was turned from one side to the other, before released altogether. There wasn’t even a moment left for the boy to react before his skirt was being worked over his hips, and even then, he said nothing. Shame burned across his face when the other’s gaze drifted between his thighs, as if he had done something wrong. He could feel cold air brushing the length of his own exposed prick, the flesh covered in his own slather of pre-cum. He yanked back yet again, but he was held fast and pulled forward by the wrists as a large hand cupped his crotch, feeling up the naked skin with a calloused palm and pinching fingers.



“Shy, too,” he noted as the whore struggled against the heavy-handed touches to his more sensitive areas. Kora was terrified. His breath came in went in short gasps and his gaze flickered restlessly, not unlike a trapped animal. Sometimes he’d focus his dewy doe eyes at the man’s face, then down to their pairs of feet. The pace of his breath though was nothing compared to his anxiously fluttering heart, only getting faster when the brunette started to really grind against his throbbing cock in full with more room to spare in his large hand. He utilized this extra space by reaching his fingers up and closing them fiercely just below the head of the boy’s prick, squeezing so roughly that his knuckles went white. Pre-cum oozed out, making the pads of his fingers slip and slide, only to bite down yet again.



Pain blinded the smaller male, bursting into a white hot plume behind his eyelids. Every cell in him screamed, and he could feel a cry settling itself in his throat as his head fell back against the wall behind him with a noisy thud. This was how he would die. He was sure of it. His slender thighs rubbed together, a weak attempt to alleviate the agony between them, but to no avail. Then, the noise made its way out, strangled and with lips that trembled around it. He cried out wordlessly, the sound bouncing off the echoing room. His mouth moved over noiseless words, until one came out. “P-please,” he choked with knocking knees, feeling the agonized throbbing of his cock in his bones. It made his stomach twist in anguish, but this was only more motivation for his attacker. The boy’s cock was released from his rough grasp for a few golden seconds, enough to let relief settle down on his chest. Instead of squirming and trying to free his hands, he simply gasped as if he had been holding his breath during the entirety of his torture. This lasted even as the slut’s body was spun and his chest pinned to the filthy wall he had been avoiding to touch even with his back. When he tried to brace himself with his hands, but the upward movement signaled the man behind him to seize just under his elbows with one arm, pinning the limbs behind his back.



Kora yanked forward, just to test how strong his entrapment was, and a sharp ring of pain gave him his answer. He relaxed soon after, seeming almost docile with his heavy breath and slightly sweaty body. He knew what was coming next. The images were already beginning to flood his mind. Hands running up his body, and pain. But a good kind of pain. He had his hips jutted out already, and his dress was already pulled up above them while his feet were spread and planted firmly on the floor. He was ready before he even heard the sound of the brunette spitting on his own fingers, though it was a little begrudging. It was a beautiful picture, the bunching of fabric above the bones of his hips, pale skin standing out in stark contrast from the dark dress. Between the plumper meat of his ass was a lovely pucker of pink flesh, his asshole, and it twitched faintly in anticipation.



The boy was pulled back from the wall, lifted by his arms so that his shoulders were screaming in protest, before the digits plunged in. It definitely wasn’t anything tender. They moved rough and hard inside him, not looking to give pleasure, but simply to stretch him out to just barely fit a cock inside. The hole was lubed enough to slide, but just uncomfortable enough to cause his jaw to tighten firmly in a very unfeminine gesture, a sharp hiss seeping out.



“Get your fingers out,” The words came out in a small, but firm growl.



“Aww… You don’t like it?”



His lips were pulled back from his teeth just slightly, the bridge of his nose wrinkled. Fake sympathy. He hated it. This expression was a startling difference from how lazily he had acted before. And now, the boy’s frown only grew more stubbornly evident. He turned his head in disgust when he felt the other’s face pressing tenderly into his neck, kissing there as if they were lovers. Which, as far as Kora was concerned, they certainly weren’t. There were plenty of randoms that he fucked that he might happily give the title of ‘lover’ to, but this guy wasn’t one of them. He was rude and rough in the worst way, and this was only solidified when he felt his naked cock shoved against the wall in front of him by the male’s bare hips. “Why’re you still hard then, huh?”



“Fuck!” Kora gasped, his breath fluttering lightly when the fingers were buried in deep, all the way down to the knuckle. His flat chest arched forward and his brows knitted together into a wince, all in one fell swoop. It was the sensation of being stuffed full–even with something as small as fingers. It made his toes curl in his shoes. Thickly lashed dark eyes narrowed menacingly stared at the cop from over his shoulder. His expression was almost a pout, more cute than nerve wracking, and he gave a tiny growl just in time for the digits to start teasing.



They rubbed against his insides rather than scrape painfully against them, and the reaction it brought was nothing short of humiliating. His knees trembled, teeth biting lustily into the plush pillow that was his lower lip. Not just that, but Kora could feel the flush to his cheeks, the brush of his hair falling in his face and the fact that he could do nothing to push it out of the way. It was the helplessness that kept his dick hard. Not the fingers inside him or the man grinding against his ass. At least, that was what he told himself. In reality, his excuse was more depraved than the act. All it was chalked up to be was receiving sexual pleasure, whether it was unwanted or not. His only consolation was the fact that the cop had no real way of knowing the excitement he felt when he was held down. The mere idea that he was turned on against his will was humiliating enough, he didn’t want it solidified by his weird fetishes.



His secret probably hadn’t even crossed the brunette’s mind. With the way he was biting his fingers down into his arms and breathing roughly down the back of his neck, it was obvious. This guy wasn’t thinking about much of anything but fucking of the most animalistic nature, and Kora was getting there himself. His thoughts were caught on the digits probing and sawing at the walls of his fuckhole, and he couldn’t let out a breath without it escaping in a breathy moan. His hips rocked just barely, so subtle that he hardly noticed he was doing it other than the realization that it felt good when he squeezed. He was only vaguely aware of a spongy wetness sliding across the pert flesh of his ass, but the thought was quickly pushing its way to the front of his mind. The slit was leaving slimey trails of precum across his skin, the fluid hot against what had felt so cold just a moment ago. To his disdain, he was quickly finding that he liked it. He enjoyed the sensation of the engorged, throbbing cock pressing against him, the tip sinking just between where his ass and his thigh met. He loved how it twitched, and how the man behind him grunted and held him possessively when it did. But, most of all, he hated the fact that he loved it. His own bliss made his skin crawl in disgust. Just the idea of reacting positively from nothing more than a hard dick grinding into his skin sent him into another fury, quite similar to his overall enjoyment of his attacker’s extended bout of teasing.



Before he could snarl out another insult in his sudden mental clarity, the fingers abruptly popped free from inside him, leaving him feeling very empty and aware of the painful erection he was sustaining. “Hey–ow!” Dark eyes widened as he felt his head yanked back by a hand grabbing deep into tangles of long hair. Kora’s jaw clenched, surprisingly soft for a boy’s. “You’re a dick,” he spat, pursing his lips to keep them from trembling with his frustration. There was nervousness in his eyes. He could feel the cock starting to jab against him more purposefully now, pushing clumsily against his gaping interest. The young male managed to remain quiet for a moment. It seemed as if the shock had tricked him into silence temporarily He opened his mouth, then closed it again.



“You’re not gonna put a condom on?” Came a stammering voice, locks of almost-real hair falling down around his ghost white face. It only got more pale when his question was greeted with laughter.



“You wanna get paid, don’t you?” It was a threat. The cop yanked at his hair again, his fingers reaching deep, all the way down to the roots. Not a moment later, Kora yelped, the shaft gradually sinking in. The pushing was relentless, still shoving deep whether he was willing to accept the length or not, and this behavior earned a well deserved wince from Kora.



It wasn’t clear what excited his overly eager fuck-buddy more. The fact that he was clearly in pain, or just that the male had been waiting such a long time for his release. Whatever it was, he was pounding in hard and fast, leaving the boy no choice other than to loosen up or get his ass permanently wrecked by the girth of the cock pistoning into him. Thankfully, the stinging lessened immediately when he started to relax, but the aching anxiety in the pit of his stomach was there to stay.



“Well?” The demanding voice questioned. It seemed disconnected from the man behind him. Or maybe he was disconnected? This guy was fucking him bareback, and they hadn’t even exchanged names. Or, more importantly, money. There was still the very real possibility that the cop might book it before he got paid. And there was nothing Kora could really do about it. He’d be lucky just getting off without getting arrested, and it wasn’t like he could even utter a ‘no’ without it being ignored anyway, so he couldn’t refuse sex either.



Not that he really wanted to at this point. It was a miracle he could even focus with how hard their hips were slapping together, bouncing his little cock and flicking pre-cum across the base of his stomach. He could hardly keep his eyes from rolling back, his mouth from gaping open. He managed to shut it somehow, but immediately after, he cried “Yes, please!”. It felt like he had his voice shut off for ages, waiting patiently for it to steady, but instead it quivered in the most pathetic way at the end of his last begging word. But this was expected when his mind was moving a mile a minute and he couldn’t seem to control himself physically, let alone mentally. The noises he was making hurt his own ears, bouncing off the walls as more and more wanton lust built up inside him. Mostly, his thoughts were focused on the slapping sound of their hips hitting together. He somehow still had it in him to be vaguely aware of how much he hated such a lewd noise, making their acts known to anyone who happened to walk into the bathroom at the wrong time, but his body defied him. He simply squirmed and moaned aloud, making loud sex even louder. Out of his control, at least.

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