Chapter 10: The smartest good boy
***This chapter describes kinks of humiliation and degradation. Those of faint heart or related triggers might wanna skip it. That is, if they don't mind missing out on the spicy bits.***
Somewhere far away from The Crib, on the opposite side of the planet, the iconic 'Who let the dogs out' resounded in a hotel suite. It came from a phone vibrating on the nightstand next to the densely populated queen sized bed.
It took some time for the man sleeping in the middle to wake from his slumber and climb over the other man on his right side. During his half-asleep wrestling contest, he accidentally kicked the woman on his left off the bed. Following the loud thud, some Korean cursing joined the ringtone.
Totally undisturbed by all commotion, the sole still sleeping man continued his peaceful snore. At last, the man from the middle reached the phone.
"Ever heard of time difference, for fucks sake?" He cursed, his eyes still closed.
"Disturbed your snack time, eh? How's the Korean barbeque over there? Got some bulge-ogi in ya?" A certain Irish accent bombarded him with questions.
"Master should incorporate your dad jokes to her torture sessions, Robert. What do you want?" He finally finished climbing over his bedmate.
"Don't get those sexy panties in knots, just checking on ya. Missed your snobby voice and haughty words you like to use. Is yer business going smoothly?" Chatted along Rob.
The man on the phone was sitting on the side of the bed, holding the bridge of his nose until that point. He noticed something in Rob's voice that made his head snap towards the ceiling with a single twitch in his eyebrows.
"You miserable piece of crap, say my name while I ask nicely!" He said, reaching for his airpods on the nightstand.
"Can't fool you for long. Smart as always. What gave me away?" Stalled Rob. He enjoyed their little play more when his partner was pissed for real.
"You are a hundred years too early to have this bratty attitude with me, you cocky, imbecile bastard!" He hissed the words between his teeth.
"Use some of the blood in that useless miniscule prick of yours for the rotten brain in your ugly head and do what I told you!" After switching the call to airpods, he checked his bedmate's ass.
It was still loose from the fun earlier, so all he needed was some lube and a condom. Both were in arms reach, not to mention his penis, eagerly standing at attention.
Rob didn't try to hide his arousal any longer, and readily obliged.
"Richard… I miss ya so bad… Deep in my stomach… It's so itchy… Ya told me to wait… But I can't anymore…" He panted.
A shiver ran down Richard's spine, making his already erect member even harder. He was weak against his begging. Quickly finished prepping the man's hole, while berating Robert some more.
"What do I care about your itchy guts, you moron?! I bet you just didn't wipe your ass properly, like a disgusting, prehistoric half-ape! Do you need someone to do that for you at your age? Pathetic!"
Richard saddled on top of the man's thighs, who was - by some miracle - still sleeping on his stomach. He grabbed his hair, yanked his head backwards, and slapped him awake.
"Hey mate, I kinda need your consent here. I'm about to rail your ass like there's no tomorrow, and say a bunch of cruel stuff you have no business to answer. Are you cool with that?" He asked before using the anus at the tip of his boner as a flashlight.
"Can I have some water before we… Aaah!" Richard didn't give him a chance to finish the question. He let go of his hair, and thrusted his hard dick till base to the generously lubed up ass in one go.
"I take that as a yes. Ask the girl for water, you speak her language. I'm kinda busy here." He pounded away, but he made sure to leave him room to disagree if he changed his mind.
Robert on the other side of the line almost came, hearing the railing part and the unfamiliar moan. He thought Richard was alone, but having him fuck someone else while talking to him was more humiliating.
"See what you're making me do, you halfwit slut? I'm not some dirty animal like you, Robert. Unlike you, I ask for consent before using others to jack off." Though his heart was beating like crazy and his lust for Robert was through the roof, he kept a cold attitude toward him.
Not as cold as with the interpreter below him though. He was literally using him as a life-like sex toy for all he cared.
"I know I'm dirty… And a slut… Please teach me better… Richard… I'll do better, I promise." Rob continued begging with some difficulty through his panting. He was close to climax.
"Don't you dare cumming before me, you sorry excuse of a human! You had the audacity to wake me up so you could sneak in a nut, just because I'm not there?! Just wait till I get back, you'll regret the day you crawled out of your whore mother's ass, you deformed pile of shit!" His breathing became a bit erratic.
The man below him tried to turn his head backward. His horrified look almost interfered with Richard's fun, but he tapped his earpod to him, showing he's talking to someone else.
For good measure, he put a palm over one ear, and pushed the other deeply into the mattress. When he was sure the interpreter did not object to his actions, he resumed thrusting.
"I'm sorry Richard… For being a horny dog… A shameless mutt… I miss your dick in me ass… Your breath on my nape… Please, hurry home and fuck me good…" Robert sounded truly desperate.
Just thinking about Rob's messy state drove Richard crazy with passion. He wasn't too far from orgasming either.
"Don't think I'm gonna go running because you whine a bit! Who are you to ask me such things?!" He wanted to curse at him more, but the ecstasy got the better of him.
"Rick, please… I'll prep me ass for you… With lotsa saline… And the fancy oils… Like you teached me…" breathed Rob rather incoherently.
The pet name and faulty grammar was the last push that sent Richard over the edge. He was three thrusts away from nutting.
This was all he could muster:
"You… lewd… bastard!"
As soon as he finished, he collapsed next to his human toy, breathing hard. He kind of forgot about the call.
"You good, mate? Wanna drink that water now?" He asked the interpreter.
His answer was a simple thumb's up. Judging by the suspiciously large wet spot under the groin area, Richard doubted he would want to get up soon.
"Was I that good? Or did you just discover your taste for this kind of dirty talk?" Said Richard, proudly slapping the ass cheek next to him.
"Richard, please… let me cum…" Rob was on the verge of crying.
Rick was thankful Rob was not in the room with him. Ignoring him was not intentional, but Rob didn't need to know that. He sneaked a silent facepalm.
"What do I care if you come or not? Don't taint my pleasure with your filthy needs, you bag of jizz. Come if you want, don't nag me for stupid things." He reverted to his cold disdain.
His permission itself was all Robert needed. The sounds of his orgasm threatened Rick to get hard again, so he decided to call it a day.
"See you soon Rob, you dirty little mutt." This time, his voice was full of affection.
After hanging up, he walked to the fridge, opened a bottle of water, poured it into a glass, and put it on the nightstand.
Then he looked around the room, searching for the woman. She was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette.
"Please translate that I'm inviting her to shower with me. While we are at it, you'll have time to get yourself and the mattress sorted." Rick addressed the interpreter.
He did as Rick asked, and since the woman was a prostitute, she didn't reject his offer either. Most of her richest clients treated her worse.
"I'm a true gentleman, and the smartest good boy, after all." Said Richard, guiding the woman to the bathroom.
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