A Dream Come True
CW: CV, Fatal, NonCon, Betrayal
When Greg wins the lottery, he thinks it'll be what saves his dwindling relationship with his Dom boyfriend; instead, it's what convinces the man to finally break up with him permanently.
A Dream Come True
When Greg realized he had the winning lottery numbers, his first thought wasn't "No more student loans!" or "I can quit my job!". For him, it was "My relationship is saved!". Greg had been dating a stud he knew to be out of his league for almost a year now, and his anxiety had been pointing out sign after sign of his boyfriend getting tired of him. Less interest in what was going on in Greg's life, more evenings spent out with co-workers without Greg, and romantic travel plans delayed further and further. It had basically just become the Dom/sub sex play that had started their relationship. But with this... with this he could save it all. A win this big meant he could spend his time properly devoting himself to Nolan.
He immediately tried calling his boyfriend, and after ringing 3 times was sent to voicemail. Greg wasn't overly concerned, this had become a regular occurrence. Nolan was a busy lawyer and was probably in a meeting with a client or something. Greg sent a text instead of leaving a message he knew wouldn't be listened to, just asking Nolan to call him as soon as possible, that it was urgent, and then went back to his own less-important work.
It was 3 hours later that Greg dropped everything to answer Nolan's call. Nolan's deep voice had started distracted (or disinterested?) but quickly focused in as Greg whispered the good news, not wanting co-workers to overhear. For the first time in weeks Nolan seemed genuinely excited and happy with Greg; the lawyer ordered the younger man not to say or do anything until they met at Nolan's house that evening before hanging up with a recently-rare "Good Boy". They each finished out their remaining workdays daydreaming of what was coming (but with very different daydreams).
After pulling into Nolan's driveway, Greg made sure to doublecheck his appearance in the sun-visor's mirror. He considered himself moderately attractive for a 32-year-old officially out of his twink years. He had short blond hair that he tried to style like an early Zac Efron, an average body that used to be more toned (back when his younger metabolism ignored his food choices), and stood 5'10" on a good day. He was nervous and giddy knocking on Nolan's door; Nolan had his key to Greg's place but still hadn't given one in return, but maybe that would change soon...
Greg's breath caught just like every time Nolan opened the door. The handsome lawyer was still in his expensive gray suit with only the tie loosened. Nolan was 6'1", 45 years old, broad-chested, had shiny black hair slicked back, and possessed an ever-present bulge snaking down the well-tailored leg of his suitpants (something he used to his advantage in court). Greg giggled at the neck-kisses he received as he slipped by his handsome boyfriend, another thing he'd been missing. As soon as they'd settled on the couch, drinks in hand, Nolan was demanding to see the winning ticket. The lottery had rolled over unclaimed more than a few times, so the prize pot was an undoubtedly life-changing amount.
Nodding in satisfaction, Nolan pulled a packet of papers out of his briefcase alongside one of his fancy pens. That mesmerizing voice assured Greg that the safest way to claim the money without revealing his identity (and all the problems that invited) was to create an LLC administered by a trusted associate at his firm, and have the "firm" present the winning ticket and receive the funds. The legal-ese flew right over Greg's head, but he happily signed and initialed everywhere Nolan pointed; he missed the parts Nolan would sign later to make himself an equal beneficiary, and the sole receiver of funds if something happened to Greg.
That night the two went at it just like when they'd first started dating; Greg was completely focused on giving Nolan maximum pleasure; Nolan was dominant as always, directing his younger boyfriend in the proper ways to worship the studly lawyer once again. Greg loved it all; kissing toes... being smothered under that muscular ass... giving a tongue bath to musky armpits... nearly passing out from being skull-fucked... and finally having Nolan's humongous member spreading his hole open til he felt like he'd tear in half, a hand wrapped around his throat the entire time.
After shooting his 3rd load of the night into Greg's slightly swelling gut, Nolan collapsed on top of the smaller man, letting his furry chest completely cover Greg's hairless back. With his mouth right next to Greg's ear, the lawyer whispered to him. "Let's take that vacation we've been putting off. First class to Amsterdam, seeing the sights, sampling the cuisine, and showing off at the sex parties. Phone your bitch of a boss that you quit, start packing your things, and we'll fly out after my buddy collects the winnings for you. What do you say?"
It was a dream come true, as Greg forced out from beneath the weight of his boyfriend's heavy body. He'd never been to Europe, but Amsterdam was the place he'd always wanted to visit first. Of course it was the wrong time of year to see the Tulip Festival, but they'd still be able to visit the monuments, the red light district, and even the sex parties his most adventurous friends had murmured about.
The next few days passed in a blur. Greg was just a bit too nice to tell off his passive-aggressive supervisor the way Nolan had suggested, but still took enormous satisfaction in letting the woman know (by email) that he would not be returning to work effective immediately, and not to contact him ever again. The LLC was formed and the winnings collected. Just like that the young man found himself sipping champagne in an airline seat comfier than his recliner, with his impossibly-handsome boyfriend right beside him, relationship saved and an Amsterdam Adventure only hours away.
There was a car waiting for them at the airport that whisked them away to a posh hotel. Up in the hotel's most expensive suite, Greg luxuriated naked on a massive, cloud-like bed; Nolan researched the events going on that weekend from his own spot in the in-room Jacuzzi. Both letting their minds wander about all the fun that would be had. Suddenly an idea struck Greg. In a rare bout of assertiveness, he told Nolan that he already knew exactly where they should start. A little taken aback by his meek boytoy wanting to take the lead, Nolan decided to see what he had in mind.
They took a taxi to one of the most well-known gay leather shops in Europe. Greg was like an overexcited puppy, darting from rack to rack and looking over the options before waving over a shop attendant and pointing at Nolan (who had barely had time to enter the doorway and start taking in the 3-story establishment). The normally dominant lawyer found himself thrust into a spacious dressing cubicle by the quiet shop attendant before a variety of outfits were hung next to him. Nolan was pleasantly surprised to have the handsome attendant stripping him completely out of his travel clothes and buckling him into the softest leather he'd ever touched.
Though the shopkeepers didn't even bat an eye at it, the eyes of every customer were drawn to the stud as he was brought out for Greg's inspection. For his part, Greg just tried not to drool as his boyfriend stood before him looking every inch like he'd stepped out of a Tom of Finland comic. The Muir cap and riding boots were shined to perfection; a leather shirt that perfectly showed off his pecs and narrow waist; lambskin gloves that would look perfect wrapped around a throat; and of course an exquisite pair of chaps that showcased Nolan's python and bubble-butt. Some of the other shoppers drew closer, whispering to each other about the man's package and physique. Nolan preened at the attention, his cock inflating to a semi to more appreciative murmers.
After strapping a leather jock onto Nolan, grabbing a few other pieces like a leather kilt and apron, and getting himself a more simple outfit of the softest leather shorts and a perfectly fitting bar vest, Greg proudly brought his man to the counter and paid for it all. He imagined the whispers were about how lucky he was to have such a man on his arm. He was even rewarded with a deep kiss from Nolan, a rare show of public affection. They left the store wearing their new leathers, with Nolan enjoying the attention on the street and Greg growing increasingly embarrassed as the surge of confidence began to dwindle. By this time it was already evening, so they grabbed some chips on the street before making their way to a nearby leather bar.
It was there that Nolan made another of Greg's dreams come true. Somehow less than 40 minutes after entering, the newly wealthy sub found himself on his knees, his mouth being passed between Nolan and 3 other leather Doms, servicing them all to the best of his ability before having a rain of cum drizzle down onto his face and new vest. Being put to use like that always gave him a happy, satisfied glow, but it was taken to a new level being done in such a public space; they'd barely left the front area, so anyone walking in had been able to watch.
But as Greg leaned against a bench to catch his breath and recover, the glow started to fade again. He watched Nolan start to saunter out through the crowd, flirting with the hot, younger locals. A hand on the shoulder here, a caress of the ass there, and Nolan had Greg feeling some real jealousy. Still, he tried to hide it as best he could until they'd taxied back to the hotel. If the cab driver had any thoughts about the cum covered American man and his sweaty leather daddy, he kept them to himself.
Back in the hotel room, Nolan put his own plan into motion. He'd planned on giving Greg another day or two to enjoy his dream vacation, especially after that leather shop stunt had actually caused a brief flare-up of affection, but feeling that insecure gaze hounding his every step in the leather bar had reminded him all too well of why he'd already been planning to dump the clingy man. He'd only kept Greg on long after it'd stopped being enjoyable because he hadn't found someone better to take the guy's place yet. Nolan hated not having a worshipful sub to drop his load in/on whenever he pleased.
The lawyer had been planning to slowly ghost the younger man, but the lottery win had changed everything. It wasn't like Nolan was hurting for cash, but access to a pool that big would mean being able to start his own practice, living a much more high-class lifestyle, and having the means to indulge his darker desires more easily. One of those dark desires had only entered his mind after representing a recent client on a murder charge. The man's wife had been declared missing by her sister, but no trace of her had been found. Police had always been suspicious of the husband, but it wasn't until a few bleached, strangely softened bones had been found in the bushes beneath their balcony that he'd been formally charged.
Of course Nolan had been able to get his client off; all the evidence was completely circumstantial. It was during celebratory drinks after the Not-Guilty verdict that the tipsy man had confided to his lawyer how he'd churned his cheating wife up and shot her over the edge of the balcony. At first scoffing at the idea, Nolan had ended up plying the man with more booze until he'd learned how it could be done. The idea had stuck in his mind ever since, but it certainly wasn't something he'd try in his "own backyard"; he'd never end up in the same circumstances as his client.
And now with the appropriate papers filed, vacationing in a foreign country, and an irritation that was causing his nuts to itch, Nolan decided it was finally time to indulge. He'd already bred Greg twice at the leather bar after the initial bukkake, so it wasn't too much work to throw the smaller man onto the bed and slide back in. He wanted his nuts as empty as possible, and didn't hold back when pounding another load into the now sloppy hole.
He wanted Greg worn out, and this last fuck certainly achieved that. By the time Nolan's giant dick slid out of the now gaping hole, still dripping cum, it was all the smaller man could do to flop over onto his back and pant. Now Nolan's balls were empty, and as he psyched himself up for the next step, the mental image of melting his sub boyfriend into cum excited his cock to be hardest it had ever been. Nolan started focusing while pulling Greg's foot to his cum-lubed cock-slit. Just like he'd been warned, the initial stretch was excruciating, much like someone bottoming for Nolan without any prep would experience. But right alongside that pain was a rippling frisson at seeing his cock stretch out with the shape of Greg's foot.
Greg was still pretty out of it and covered in sweat, so he didn't notice the wet warmth on his foot. He didn't notice it on his other foot either when that was pulled in. It was the strangled moan from Nolan that finally got him to raise his head, just as his knees entered the angry-purple head of Nolan's impossibly stretched cock. The unfortunate man spent the precious time he could have been struggling away by just trying to comprehend what he was looking at.
His hairy, hunky boyfriend, stripped down to just that sexy pair of chaps, was inching his swollen cock-head over Greg's smooth, skinny legs. A continuous flow of liquid oozed out around his limbs, further lubing their progress into a shaft now as wide as Greg's entire torso. Nolan had been slowly and quietly crawling up the bed as the cock crawled up Greg's legs, but the predatory lawyer jolted forward upon seeing his doomed boyfriend coming out of the post-fuck stupor. One hand clamped down around Greg's throat and squeezed tight to prevent any cries for help. The other one grabbed both of Greg's thin wrists and yanked them down.
It was actually a familiar pose for them, cockvore aside. Nolan had always loved overpowering Greg and making him just a little scared, and Greg loved it just as much. The younger man felt his own cock shoot up to a raging erection at the situation even as his head swam. Nolan was squeezing at just the right spots on his neck, and Greg felt himself lose consciousness before he could even ask what was happening...
Greg woke back up with a snort and a head toss. He was surprised to find that instead of being pounded into next week (the normal way he'd come back from a good choke-out by Nolan), he was somehow neck-deep in his boyfriend's cock. He tried to figure out what was going on (again), looking questioningly into Nolan's handsome face in search of answers, but all Greg received from the bigger man was a sneer. A hand palming the top of his sweaty head was applying a steady force to sink him the rest of the way into the sticky wetness covering the rest of him.
As the hungry cock continued creeping over Greg's face, its owner felt another thrill at the look of betrayal in Greg's eyes, before they too disappeared from the world. Nolan let himself collapse onto his prey-filled cock, hugging it with his powerful arms and legs and enjoying the squirming inside. He humped his member into the silk sheets while massaging downwards with his limbs.
The one-sided breakup continued with Greg's outlined form sliding feet-first into Nolan's nutsack. The stretchy skin bulged out with its new short-term resident before springing back as tightly as it could. Nolan bit into a pillow to muffle his howls at the new, overwhelming sensations. That fucking client had warned him about how starting off would be, but had neglected to mention that stuffing an entire person into your scrotum was an even more intense combination of pain, pleasure, and intensity. It was all the new pred could do to white-knuckle his way through it. Still, there was definitely no going back now, not without dire consequences.
So it was that both Dom and sub struggled through their first (and for Greg, last) vore experience. It was a relief for Nolan once his ex was fully out of his shaft; it slowly returned to its normal size even as he stared down through his legs at his testicles. For some reason he'd thought they'd be rounded out. Instead, every inch of scrotum was wrapped around the curled up form of Greg, with almost every feature fully visible through the sack skin entrapping the younger man. Nolan could tell his prey was still wriggling a bit (which felt amazing), but the space was so tight any real struggles were impossible.
Nolan was glad there was no one to see the silly little maneuvers he had to make in order to flip over to his back without twisting his rather heavier testes, but he eventually managed it. He'd expected to need music to drown out any screams coming through, but the only noise he heard was the soft whimpering of his former "good boy". Apparently the man was submissive enough to have already accepted his situation, or held the inaccurate belief that Nolan would have a change of heart. But there was no chance Nolan was releasing his prey now.
With the intensity of the initial stretching done, the lawyer was finally able to lay back and enjoy the amazingly pleasurable sensation of an entire man filling out his nuts. He rested his hands behind his pillowed head and used his feet to massage over the form of Greg, soothing the doomed man a bit. As he drifted off from the exhausting experience, he wondered if there was any air in there...
Unfortunately for Greg, some air had come in with him and more seeped in from the shaft. Enough that he was still conscious when pred-sperm started trickling all around him. At first it just felt hot and wet. But the longer it coated his skin, the more he felt a pins-and-needles sensation. For a few minutes he actually felt some relief from the uncomfortable pressure and cramped position. But as time went on, he felt more and more odd. Like he was... less somehow. His brain was fogging up, and when he finally tried calling out to Nolan all that came out was a glurpy moan. Still, it seemed to have brought back his former lover's attention.
Feet roamed over him once again, and strong hands started rubbing and squeezing at him, testing for something. Initially he took comfort in it... right up until one strong squeeze of his wrist ended with a splash. His hand was just... gone! Nolan continued breaking him apart, piece by piece, until all that was left solid of Greg was his head and torso. The last thing he felt was that powerful hand start to grip his squishy skull...
Epilogue
It was mid-afternoon the following day. The bi-weekly sex party translated to "The Horsemen and their Knights". If you were determined to be only a knight, you had to pay an expensive cover. If the measuring device at the door showed you to be a Horseman, you got in free. The doorman gave a rare smirk when the newcomer lifted his leather kilt to be measured. Cock-preds were rare enough, but one with a nutsack still full of digested prey... well... this visitor was sure to be popular.
The visiting lawyer wasn't dumb enough to dispose of his "sadly distraught ex-boyfriend" in their own hotel room. He'd make a police report later about not seeing him since their break-up, but for now he was focused on disposing of the evidence a different way. There was no end of willing asses at the party, and he spread the Greg-turned-cum to at least 5 different bottoms, each leaving the party satisfied and with a cum-swollen belly. But the lawyer would be returning home to a new fortune and a new kink.