[b][u][center]Prime Time for Primates Part 3 For Aruk By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Thankfully, the bus ride to the bar was better than the bus ride home. Though Simon had gone through the trouble of dressing up again - slicking back his hair, putting on a spiked leather vest and combat boots - the way that he always did when he went out when he wasn’t going to work, he was entirely too aware of how much attention it got him. Normally, that was something he liked, but when the monkey was getting ghost-fucked at random, he didn’t want to draw that much attention to himself. Well, didn’t [i]consciously[/i] want to draw that much attention to himself. Some slutty part of him way down deep really wanted that, and whenever he felt that throbbing cock-head right behind his tail, he was more than willing to start lifting it and hope for the best. Thankfully - or sadly, depending on which part of him you asked - that shaft was more interested in teasing than it was in actually fucking him since that one little thrust in and out back at the apartment. He was getting dicked, alright, but not nearly to the extent that he really wanted. If someone was going to go through the trouble of getting him this riled up, keeping him from cumming, then he wanted to get the full experience, goddammit. But the bus trip was quiet, and there was little in the way of outright fuckery. The punk monkey managed to get to The Prime Time with only a slight tickle to his prostate, little more than two thrusts that actually made him feel them before they were pulling out again and leaving him alone. [i]This is the worst blue-balling I’ve ever had…[/i] At least when he was actually getting fucked, he was getting fucked, and he could take his time to enjoy that. When he was getting teased, all he could think about was how long it had been since he’d gotten off, and that was an annoyance, not a pleasure. But hopefully, he could find some answers tonight. No more going home and getting rutted all day without knowing who the fuck did it. Simon stepped through the front door of The Prime Time, looking around. The bar seemed to be attended mostly by other monkeys and apes, littered with people that had just gotten off work, or simians that had come in from out of town on motorcycles and were hanging out for the night, or other rough customers like that. Most of them were drinking, too, and he was pretty sure that at least a few of them had been here the night before. At the very least, he was getting knowing looks that felt familiar. Shaking his head, he walked down the center of the room. If anyone remembered him, it would be the bartender. He hadn’t come here before last night - that he was aware of - but there had to be something that he’d done. He would have set up a tab, at the very least, and he was pretty sure that the bartender would have been the one to call the taxi that got him sent back to his place. That would have needed a driver’s license or something to tell them where he lived, and only the bartender would have...known… [i]...Holy fuck, he’s hot.[/i] The bartender was a massive gorilla, the sort of guy that didn’t make you think he could fold you into a pretzel, but rather the sort that you just knew could do that. He loomed over the bar, didn’t need a ladder to reach the drinks on the top shelf, and had muscles that had already done the work of ripping through his shirt and were working on getting through the vest that he wore over it now. The big guy looked down at him as he approached, and Simon had to collect his thoughts out of his dick with a grin on his face before he could actually bring himself to say anything to the ape. “...Nice night, isn’t it?” [i]That’s the best you can do? Come on, up your game.[/i] “I bet you’re getting plenty of business. Care to take a break with someone that can do more than drink?” “...What do you want, kid?” the big gorilla asked, shaking his head. “Oh, just a bit of your time, tall, dark and handsome. I bet I can give you plenty in return.” “Oh, lord.” “Come on. You know that you could be getting so much...attention.” He chuckled, tracing a few shapes on the bar with a finger as he leaned forward. “What time to you get off, big guy?” “You wanna shut up now, kid.” “Oh, come on. I’m being serious. I think that you and I could have a hell of a good time together.” “Oh, fucking hell.” The more that Simon talked, the more that this gorilla felt familiar, and not just in the way that the cashiers at the grocery store or other clerks in his life felt familiar. There was something that had happened with this guy, and he couldn’t remember what it was. That feeling irked him, and more than a little bit. Before he could say anything about it, though, the gorilla glanced past him. Another customer needed attention, and the big guy was more than happy to start pouring booze. Simon grumbled in annoyance, but didn’t say anything, merely leaned petulantly on his hand as he waited for the gorilla to come back. [i]I know this guy…[/i] But from where and how, he didn’t know. There was just...something… Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out the bigger primate’s bulge. It was, frankly, massive, and something that shouldn’t have fit behind the slacks that the big guy was wearing. It was enough to make Simon’s eyes pop, going wide, staring at the perfectly-outlined shaft to the point where he could make out the foreskin line just beneath the tip. [i]Now THAT is what you call a mouthful,[/i] he thought, licking his lips with a grin. Then the gorilla returned, and he had to force himself to bring his eyes back up, to meet the bartender’s gaze properly. He chuckled with all the charm of a professional slut, opened his mouth- “Get your ass over here.” “Ho ho, happily.” He vaulted over the bar, half-expecting to get a number, but instead, he was shoved down under it. His eyes went wide as he was kept in a squat rather than on his knees, and then that zipper came down. A fat gorilla cock popped out into view, and the bartender leaned in, the massive shaft pressing past Simon’s cheeks, running along the side of his face and then down along his throat. “Ah...ah…” “Swallow it, kid, and we can talk after.” “...Holy...yes, [i]sir.[/i]” There was no hesitation in the slightest as he opened his mouth, allowing the gorilla to ram it right past his lips. There was the heady taste of cock to contend with, and it rammed in all the way down, forcing its way into his throat and well past any point of tolerance that another man might have shown. “Mmmph…” “Yeah, that’s it, take it, bitch.” “Mmm…” “Heh, you like that, slut? Well, you better, because that’s just the start…” Just the start, hmm? Simon liked the sound of that. It didn’t take long for his head to be ground against the underside of the bar, pinned in place by the big gorilla and the thick dick down his throat. He groaned around the shaft, his eyes already rolling back in their sockets from just how thick it was, how little air he was getting around it, and how intense it was to just...be there...to give in...to allow his throat to be just [i]fucked[/i] and [i]ravaged[/i]... It had been far too long since he’d had someone that would just take him and use him like a bitch like the gorilla was doing. Sure, there were plenty of folk out there that were more than happy to take a monkey and put him to work the way that he liked, to get his throat fucked and his ass filled to the brim and all that, but there was a decided lack of those that would just [i]do[/i] it without an explicit invitation. This gorilla was something different, someone different, and...and… [i]Mmmph…[/i] Suddenly, the heat was back under his tail, too. His eyes went wide as he realized that he was getting a second thrust from beneath him, one that slammed right into his guts and rocked him forward against that fat ape cock already delving into his throat. He almost gagged from the sheer shock of it, and the bartender only smirked. Or at least, from the sound in his voice, he should have been smirking. “What’s the matter? Two too much for you?” [i]Two - you know?![/i] It took him a second to realize that there was too much light under the bar for it to be entirely natural. Something - there. The glow around the gorilla’s concealed hand, something that was running right along his arm, up out of sight, and then down along the ape’s side to his cock. That thing was...that was magic… And that magic tickled a memory that he hadn’t been aware he’d kept. A memory of that same glow around a gorilla’s hand last night...in the bathroom… Just before he’d been fucked. [i]Hung by his ankles, held upside-down by a grip that wasn’t real but still felt all too real. Held in place as his face was fucked, as two, three, four, four fingers and a thumb plunged into his asshole, fisting him, working him over, teasing and conditioning his ass and edging him like mad while using his throat as a sex toy. Held there, pinned in place impossibly, drunk out of his mind but loving the treatment regardless. He sucked, he swallowed, he moaned at the taste of ape -[/i] And then he was back to the moment, and he realized that the cock in his mouth now was the same cock that had been plunging down his throat the night before. The same uncut cock that he had been feeling ravaging his ass all day. [i]You’re the one behind this! YOU FUCKING COCKTEASE![/i] And yet, even as he ‘raged’ inside the privacy of his own mind, he could feel the hunger for more burning inside of him, craving that utter degradation, of that pleasure that came from being that under-the-big-guy bitch. He could feel his throat clenching tight every time that the uncut cock slammed past his gag reflex and went down into the depths of his neck, only to wheeze around it when there was finally room for air to pass through. In, out, in, out, each time feeling that slippery shaft delve that little bit deeper until he was half-sure that it was going to plunge right into his stomach. And from behind, that other shaft, the ghost one, fucking his ass. He grunted, his air all but stifled as that real cock in his mouth felt like it was meeting the ghost cock coming from the other end. The sheer size difference should have been painful, but to Simon, it was nothing but pleasure. In, out, in, out, each time feeling it get that much more intense. He swore that he was swallowing pre-cum by the shotglass, too, considering that the bartender was oozing and ‘serving’ him so much of it. He coughed from time to time, just trying to keep up with the flow, but it was all but impossible to keep up with that much of it. In short order, he was unable to even bob his head, pinned by the big guy, used as a fleshlight and a cock-sock. There was no way of pulling back to suck him properly; all he could do was swallow along the big rod, particularly as there was something going on up top. Some voices passing back and forth. Something about getting a drink, putting in an order. [i]Shit fucking fuck…[/i] He was not just a cock-warmer at that point. He was the under-the-desk blowjob machine that any businessman would have wanted. Fucking fuck! His cock throbbed as he realized just how casual the use of him had become in that moment, his dick throbbing in his jeans and oozing like mad. He whimpered, groaned, moaned around the shaft in his throat, feeling it getting good and stiff, oozing more along his tongue and giving him even more to swallow, even more to enjoy. [i]Mmmph...mmph…[/i] Suck, swallow, suck, swallow, pulling it down bit by bit, getting every drop. His asshole felt like it was getting punched open with every thrust, his prostate getting hammered. And yet… Yet, he wasn’t getting off...but as long as those cocks kept fucking him, kept rutting him, he didn’t actually want to get off. All he wanted was to feel them going at him. So long as they didn’t stop, he didn’t care if he came or not… Or was that just what he was telling himself? Because his balls...oh, they felt so full, and he was so conscious of how hard his cock had become over the all-day edging. There was no getting away from that pent-up need. He swallowed hard, feeling the shaft in his throat pulling back slightly - [i]Don’t you fucking dare![/i] He thrust his head forward, keeping it in his mouth, the aggressive monkey gumming around the tip. The pulling back stopped, and he was vaguely aware of the gorilla turning his pivot into a stretch for a bottle further up. That almost tugged the shaft free of his throat, but not quite. Not quite. Then he turned around, and back in it went, thrust right down his throat in one smooth motion. Simon groaned happily, taking it right back to the hilt, and the gorilla growled over his head. “You little bitch…” [i]You know it.[/i] “You want it that bad?” [i]Fuck yes. Fuck my brains out.[/i] “Let’s see how hard you can fucking take it.” [i]That[/i] was what he had been wanting to hear, and the gorilla didn’t disappoint. The glow intensified, and just like that, the hammering shaft in his ass went from normal speed to a jackhammer. It was something well-past what a normal person could have maintained, a normal male could have thrust at, but goddamn if it wasn’t amazing. In, out, in, out, in, out, faster than ever as it used him like some little bitch-slut. As if he was some hole to test out a fucking machine, to see how long it would take him to wear out from the constant use. That was just what he wanted. The monkey moaned, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, his cock jumping in his pants...still no orgasm, but that didn’t matter. He was getting [i]fucked[/i]. In, out, in, out, faster, faster, faster, and the gorilla was using his hips to pound away at the monkey’s mouth just as harshly, just as furiously. He was getting used from both sides, put to use, regularly rutted, and he was getting off on it hard. He moaned around the shaft, sucking at it as desperately as he possibly could from his limited freedom to move, and he drowned on the twin feelings of having his throat clogged with cock and having that musky crotch pressed right against his face. Soft sweat, gentle warmth, the heady smell of another male’s balls: it all added up to a most exquisite sort of perfume, the sort of thing that any slut would have begged for more of. “Keep it down, you stupid whore. You want people to notice?” Frankly, that was a fuck-yes. The thought of being put in his place where everyone could see would have been a hot fantasy. Sure, it would probably get the cops called on him, but Simon had gone through that at least once already. It wasn’t that bad, and he rather loved the feeling of all those eyes. Yet, as that cock pulled back from his mouth again, almost as a warning, he realized that the gorilla might not be so keen as he was. He stopped, holding back the moans. “So you can be a good slut. Good. Now, be fucking quiet.” Squelch. The thrust that rammed that cock right down his throat again was just what he needed, something that hammered past what little gag reflex he still had and shoved his tongue down, held it in place while his throat was shaped to the bigger dick, made to serve the better man’s needs right then and there. [i]Where have you been all my life?[/i] the monkey wondered. Thrust, thrust, thrust, the balls bouncing off his chin, the scent getting ingrained in his fur. He was going to smell like gorilla for the rest of the night and he didn’t fucking care. All that mattered was how good this was, how intense this had become, and that it didn’t fucking end. It couldn’t end. Please, for the love of all that was good, do not let this end. # [i]Locked in place with his arms behind his back, a good squat-slut with his legs spread and his cock all but on display from how much he was oozing. Hot and horny, desperate and needy, his hole feeling like it would never be the same but wanting more, to make it worse. He panted around the cock, gasping for air around the bartender’s thick cock. Then it pulled away. Long, thick streams of throat-slime connected his lips to that fat cock, reminding him of what he’d been doing, showing how well he’d been taking it. The shaft swung around, tapping the bottles lined up behind the bar. Some customer getting a lucky show. Simon opened his mouth, and when the bartender came back to him, it slotted back in place with ease.[/i] # [i]All but whimpering now, barely managing to keep quiet as he was getting throat-fucked, that cock rutting him as the entire crowd was more focused on the last dance of the night, getting in some bumping and grinding out there while the monkey focused his attention on the only cock in the house that mattered. This one. This fat shaft. This hot, fat, slippery cock that claimed his throat. In, out, in, out, his eyes rolled back long-since, his body on fire, prickling with sweat running down under his shirt, along his thighs. His legs had cramped up, but he still held the squat pose rather than going to his knees. He moaned out loud, his balls feeling like they were churning up a storm. He felt like he hadn’t cum in months, and that it didn’t matter whether he came or not, as long as he kept getting FUCKED. Some dirty little monkey, kept under the bar, used like some bitch rather than some secret lover. He liked it. No, he loved it. In, out, in, out.[/i] # It was closing time, and the last of the other employees had left before he felt the gorilla take the throat-fuck seriously. With one last thrust, Simon was pinned to the back of the bar one last time, and he went wide-eyed as he felt the shaft throb and swell inside his throat, spitting cum down his throat in one massive flood. It was a gusher of a thing, something that left him sane and aware for the first time in too long. And more...the ghost cock down in his ass was cumming, too. [i]Mmmmmmmph![/i] If he had been able to cum, he would have, and that was the moment that convinced him that orgasm was literally impossible at the moment. He slumped down, finally giving up the ghost and sliding down to his knees as his guts rolled with how much seed was being pumped into them, unable to handle it entirely, unable to care. He was a swollen butterball of a slut, and it was [i]great.[/i] And it wasn’t even done with that. The gorilla bartender pulled out with that fat shaft still oozing, so the last of his load landed right on Simon’s face. He was so out of it, so horny, that he barely noticed save to file it under the whole feeling of ‘love it’ as he was marked as the bartender’s suck toy. [i]Fuck, fuck, fuck...god...that was...that was…[/i] His brain was still rebooting as he was dragged out from under the bar, made to stand up, only to fall flat on his back as soon as he did. A dumb giggle that would have been better suited to a bimbo vixen rather than a suave monkey escaped his lips, and he kept giggling at the sound of it. Wow, he was fucked up. He was well and truly fucked the fuck up. “What is wrong with you?” the bartender asked. “Hehehe, what, never seen someone fucked silly before?” “Not like this.” “Mmm, never fucked someone like that, then, I bet.” “...It was a first.” “Mmmph, hopefully not the last.” He was already imagining getting it like that again, but at the same time, there was a growing awareness of something else. A heated need, a desperate hunger between his legs as his balls swung between his thighs, heavy and full and needing some sort of relief. It had gone forgotten from the pounding that his prostate had been getting and the utter psychological satisfaction of the throat-rut that he’d gotten. He’d given some good blowjobs in the past, but that had gone beyond a simple blowjob. That had been a throat-fuck, and he was still riding high on it. Of course, he was coming down from it at the same time, and that meant that he was ever more aware of his own needs. His cock had been teased, tormented, and edged all goddamn day, and he was a mess, a slimy, inflated mess. Simon reached out for the edge of the bar, using every bit of muscle that he had to drag himself to his feet and keep from falling over - again - and there was no help from the bartender. He managed to look up, see the other man’s nametag, and put on a shaky smile. “Ajax, huh?” “...” “I’ll remember that, this time.” “You remembered?” “I get plastered more often than I should, heh. I think - whoa…” He almost fell over, and had to grab the bar tighter at that moment. He took a deep breath. “I think that I like being fuck-drunk better.” “Whatever. Get out.” “Mmmph…” “Get out. You’re done, and you’re wasted.” “Don’t suppose I can get a number?” “What the hell do you want a number for?” Ajax asked. “To call the best fuck I’ve ever gotten?” “No chance in hell.” “How about for a second go, if you get all backed up or are having a bad night?” “Are you serious right now?” “Maybe?” “Ugh. You’re a persistent little pain in the ass, you know that?” “It’s one of my best qualities.” Simon smiled, even as his legs threatened to drop him to the floor once more. He locked his knees, knowing it was a bad idea but also knowing that it was the only way that he was going to keep from slamming his head into the ground. “So, digits?” “...Fine. Just get the hell out of my bar afterward.” “You got it.” # He managed to stumble out, only to collapse two steps outside the door. The monkey slammed against the ground, the sheer ache that echoed through his knees more than enough to slap a little sobriety into him. His guts rolled from the sheer amount of seed that had been blasted into him, and this time, he could [i]feel[/i] the creampie in the other end, something that he hadn’t been ‘gifted’ with the last few times that he had been ghost-fucked. It was a rather weird feeling, but at the same time, kind felt right in a way that the others had not. Kinda like he had been given the reward that he should have earned all those other times when he had been rutted by Ajax. But there was something else that had to be taken care of. Something rather big, as a matter of fact, and something that he had been able to ignore the rest of the day. His own cock… He looked down at the bulge in his jeans, at the throbbing need that was still completely visible despite oozing for hours. Simon looked down the street to the bus stop, knew that he had at least a half hour before the next bus was due, and ducked...well, crawled his way towards the alley between the bar and the building beside it. He wiggled his way up the brick wall, leaning against it, and pulled his pants down, fishing his dick out and holding it tight. [i]Mmmph…[/i] Moaning from the first touch, he jerked his hard-on as hard as he could, yanking his hand up and down the shaft. The flesh was stiff, the veins had popped out in a way that usually only happened when he mixed poppers with some party drugs, and he could feel every touch like he had slapped some sensitizers all over his shaft. He felt like he could cum with just a feather’s touch. But he didn’t. Even as he stood there, jerking himself as hard as he could, even as he tempted and teased himself with fantasies that even he would be too scared to pursue outside of someone else’s protection, he couldn’t bring himself over the edge. It didn’t matter how hard he clenched his cock, didn’t matter how hard he stroked it. All he managed to produce was pre-cum, and while there was a lot of it, there wasn’t enough to get him off. Not enough to give his balls some sense of relief, either, no matter how much they bounced between his legs as he jerked and stroked and pulled at his cock. [i]Nnngh…[/i] Simon groaned in utter frustration, wondering what it would take to break through that wall, and just how much the ape had fucked him up. That gorilla...that stupid sexy gorilla… Ajax was probably the hottest guy that he had been with so far, and despite their misunderstandings, Simon really, really, [i]really[/i] wanted another go at the big dick between the ape’s legs. He wanted to feel that thing hammering at the back of his throat. He wanted to feel the real thing, not just a ghost version of it, sliding between his cheeks and taking him. But most of all, he wanted to see just how far the big guy could take it when they were in private and there was no chance of being discovered. He wanted to feel just how much Ajax would do to him when there were no consequences, when the gorilla had a partner that wouldn’t make him stop, someone that wanted to be put in his place and enjoy it. There weren’t many bitches out there that craved that sort of thing, and he doubted that the big guy was used to it. [i]Mmmph…[/i] Okay, there was something else at the top of the list of wants, now, and that was the want to fucking [i]cum.[/i] Without the distraction of something rutting him from behind, without the stimulation of being used, without all the things that Ajax had been putting him through, all Simon could think about was how needy he was. He wasn’t a man used to edging. His partners had always been quick about getting off, and he had been just as quick about getting himself off after. The fact that his cock was so hard now but couldn’t finish… It had to be Ajax doing something to keep him from finishing, some sort of stupid vengeance that the big guy was pulling on him. He didn’t know what he should have expected, honestly; it was par for the course, when all was said and done. He heard the beep from his phone, a little reminder that the bus would be there in five minutes, and groaned as he realized that he’d been edging for the last twenty-five minutes. He pulled his cock back into his pants, zipping up and whimpering at the sheer sensitivity of his shaft. Stuffing it back into underwear that was soaked in pre-cum - and more importantly, no longer warm pre-cum - was not pleasant, and his body made it clear that it didn’t want to feel that. Didn’t have a choice, though. The bus was almost there, and he needed to be on it. Thankfully, the bus driver didn’t say anything as he stepped on board, and the bus itself was empty. No other passengers at this time of night. Making his way to the back, Simon was tempted to start stroking himself again, to give himself that little bit extra satisfaction, but he held off. Barely. His hands gripped at his thighs in desperation, and he felt like he imagined some addicts felt when their addiction was right in front of them but they knew that they shouldn’t take it. [i]Just one...just one orgasm…[/i] But he knew that it wasn’t going to happen. And more, he knew that even if it did, it wouldn’t be enough. One wouldn’t be nearly enough after everything that he’d been put through, and he’d need another, and another, and another, to the point where he’d be painting the back of the bus seats white. That would lead to someone calling the cops, and that in turn would lead to a night down at the station, something that he had avoided thus far. [i]I’m a good slut…[/i] First time that he had thought that, but he wasn’t going to disagree with that little utterance in the back of his head. He had been a good slut, and if it would get him between Ajax’s legs again, he’d keep being a good slut. If there was something worth it in life, it was fat gorilla dick. Desperate for a distraction, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Ajax’s number was still on the screen, and he started typing out a text. [i]S: Hey. You finished locking up? A: You’re seriously texting me now? A: Even though we just did...all that? S: I’m on the bus. I’m bored. A: I could fix that. S: Please. S: :) A: Kid, you need a life.[/i] “No, I need a dicking,” he muttered under his breath, leaning his head back as he stared at the inside lights of the bus. Shaking his head, he looked down at his phone, then at his stomach, half-expecting the spell to start again. Instead, there was nothing. “Come on, take a hint, you dick.” [i]S: Are you keeping me from cumming, by the way? A: Yes. S: Any reason? A: You’re thinking with your balls. S: This is gonna give them a goddamn degree. S: They’re in the school of hard fucks. S: And you’re the expert brought in for the lectures. A: Your brain’s definitely down in the gutter, that’s for sure. S: It’s where it belongs. A: Definitely not gonna deny you have talent. Ass. S: You could have tried that, too.[/i] There was no response to the last text, and he wondered if he had gone too far. He doubted it; maybe the big guy just needed some time to think. Maybe he had just gone far enough to push the gorilla off his stride. Clearly, this was meant to be some sort of punishment, some sort of lesson, but Simon didn’t really know what for. Or at least, he couldn’t guess. When there wasn’t a response to his latest text for five minutes, he put his phone away and leaned back against the seat. He had a long ride home, and he supposed he might as well get some rest on the way there. Perhaps that would keep him from thinking about his dick for a little while, though he didn’t put much faith in that. He imagined that it would be rather...active...for some time. Sure enough, the minute he thought about it, the fraction of a percentage point of softness that he’d gained during his texting time went away, and he was back to being rock hard. He groaned under his breath, but quickly gave up trying to keep himself from thinking about it. It just wasn’t going to work. [i]Better have some fun dreams tonight…[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Simon starts getting some of his memory back, and gets a massive example of how someone can use him. Tags: M/M, Ghost Cock, Manipulation, Magic, Gorilla, Monkey, Series, Blowjob, Anal, Chastity, Edging, Public, Size Difference, Huge Cock, Cum Inflation, Desperation, Horny, Texting,