[b][u][center]Prime Time for Primates Part 4 For Aruk By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] [i]S: So, at the bar yet? S: Or are you just waking up? S: It is past ten, after all. A: How… A: the hell… A: do you have energy this early in the morning? S: Coffeeeeeeee S: And possibly insanity. A: Why did I stick my dick in crazy? S: It’s worth it.[/i] Simon chuckled under his breath as he put his phone away as another customer approached, looking up with a better mood than he’d felt for the last few months. It had been all down to Ajax, too, the gorilla doing wonders for how he felt during the work day. Having someone to text and tease was something that he’d missed ever since the last ‘relationship’ had gone down the tubes, and while this was something different - something that he didn’t really understand just yet - he was happy to take advantage of it. Getting the human’s mocha latte started, he felt the phone buzzing against his ass cheeks. He knew that it was going to be some new response, but work called, and he had to get it done. Even if he did want to pull his phone out and spend time texting. Another buzz followed as the milk steamed away, and his coworkers gave him a look. They looked down at his pockets, and one of them - a badger - asked if he was going to get it. “In a minute,” Simon said. Of course, it wasn’t all for the sake of professionalism. Quite honestly, he didn’t give a shit about that. It was more about - “Mmph.” He managed to disguise that first dick-punch of a thrust up his ass by leaning in, actually looking vaguely professional as he managed an artful milk-pour into the espresso. By the time that he stood up again properly, he had finished designing an oak leaf on the top of the drink, and passed it over to the customer. “Have a good day,” he said, waving the human off. As soon as they were gone, he flipped his phone open, even as he felt the bulge running along his insides, starting to press against the base of his stomach. [i]A: I’d argue that. A: Then again...if you’re not going to answer… A: Alright, you asked for it.[/i] “Hehehe, I guess I did,” the monkey muttered, tapping the screen as he texted a response back. [i]S: Mmm, I love a guy that takes what he wants. A: You’re an ass. S: You love it. And my ass. S: So, going to fuck me all day again? A: Don’t think I wouldn’t. But I have work today. S: Had work yesterday, too, and you spent all day blueballing me. A: I’m hoping - delusionally - that you actually get the hint. S: And what’s the hint? A: Stop thinking with your balls! S: Stop giving them a megaphone, then. A: … A: I’m going back to bed. S: Wimp. A: ...[/i] “EEP!” Simon almost leaped out of his skin and nearly dropped the phone into the leftover milk at the sudden thrust. It was so hard, so deep, and so fast that it nearly knocked him right off his feet, and he shivered as he felt it leaving an empty feeling behind in his rump. The sheer thickness of that shaft always caught him off-guard, and he never entirely knew how to take it. Huffing and puffing, he shook his head and put his phone back in his pocket. Better to focus on the customers, maybe. They were not going to be happy to lose out on their drinks, and he was not really able to completely ignore that sort of fucking. # Two days after getting the gorilla’s number, they were chatting almost every hour. Of course, there were times when Ajax had to sleep before getting ready for work, and there were times when Simon was deliberately quiet to rile the big guy up and get him to take it further, but there were other times, too. Like today, where Simon was browsing around in the supermarket while Ajax was getting ready for opening for the night. They were texting back and forth as the monkey walked up and down the aisle. [i]S: So, any drinks selling out faster than the others? A: Eh, we’re on a vodka binge, it seems. S: College kids? S: Or tons of shots? A: Latter. College-kid season doesn’t start for three more weeks. S: Try coffee shops. They never leave college season. A: Don’t envy you. S: I don’t envy me. But then again, I am me. S: And me is awesome. A: You is something. S: Is that a compliment? A: Maybe.[/i] He smiled at the screen, shaking his head. It was always rather sweet when they reached a point where they could share happy things. He sent a little emote of a dancing cat, one with heart-eyes, and got a groan in return. Laughing, he pulled down a box of pasta from the shelf. Not that he was planning on cooking it for himself anytime soon - he had an arrangement with a local delivery boy, for booty calls and for free food - but there might be something in the future that would benefit from him knowing how to cook a meal. He paused, looked at the shelf, and pulled down four more boxes. Better safe than sorry, after all, and he knew that he’d need to have a few practice runs for this. # Five days after getting the gorilla’s number, he was in the bathroom stall, one hand over his mouth, the other desperately clenching his phone as he got fucked [i]hard[/i] by that stiff, thick ghost dick that was hammering his asshole. He moaned against his fingers, tapping against the screen desperately. [i]S: FuCK YES! Fck me like a btch! S: Yur bith! A: You’re not spelling very well. S: FUCK THT! FCK M![/i] He was in the middle of getting railed in the bathroom, a very slutty thing to be doing at the best of times, and his cock wobbled back and forth over the toilet as he stood over the bowl. A long, unbroken string of pre-cum ran from his cock all the way to the water below, breaking the surface and drooling over it like some sort of oil slick. It was rather sensual-looking, and it reminded him all the more of the fact that he still hadn’t cum for nearly...well, almost a week now, his body burning up with the rut. In, out, in, out that cock went, pounding his prostate as they exchanged little texts back and forth. He stared at his screen, the context that the texts provided adding to the pleasure of the hard-rut that he got from the ghost cock. [i]A: Do you want to cum, little bitch? S: Nnngh, yah yah! A: That’s not proper spelling… S: Mmmph...you...you fucking… A: And that’s so slooooow. S: JERK! S: JUST LET ME CUM! A: And now you’re just relying on predictive text. S: FUCKING CUM BUCKET ON A WALL HANGING OFF A SINGLE NIGHT OF A: ...Wow. Your predictive text sucks so bad that it’s a boner killer.[/i] And the gorilla wasn’t kidding. The shaft in his ass went from rock hard to half-soft in the space of three seconds. He groaned as it popped out of him, slumping forward, huffing into the crook of his arm as he tried to recover from the sheer rut and the blue-balled feelings that were coming right after. It made his crotch ache, and his balls felt overfull. VERY overfull, as a matter of fact. As he caught his breath, his phone buzzed again. He looked up at it. [i]A: You okay? S: Gonna be...hoo, boy… A: Can’t believe you actually want this. A: How are you not broken? S: Search me. S: Preferably strip-search, but I’ll take what I can get. A: ...I seriously do not understand you. S: Heh...well, maybe one day.[/i] # They’d hit the week anniversary of getting that phone number, and he took a step that he had never expected to do. He invited the gorilla over to his place for dinner. It had gone surprisingly well. Not quite a date-date - he didn’t have the money on a barista’s salary to go anywhere good and he didn’t want to ask Ajax to pay just because he was making more money - but still better than nothing, considering that he had practiced making some nice pasta and sauce. It was better than the canned stuff, at the very least, which was all that mattered at the end of things. They were both seated at his table, leaning back in their chairs with comforted, happy groans of pleasure from the food resting in their bellies. He looked at the gorilla, saw that the big guy was looking anywhere but at him, and decided to fix that. Sitting up, he leaned forward - ignoring the over-full feeling in his belly - and smiled. “So, how long until you take me back to your place?” Simon asked. “Wha - that’s sudden.” “You just let me take you out on a date. I think it’s fair that we’re going back somewhere. And my bedroom’s...well, let’s just say that it’s not exactly clean right now.” “...Heh, considering how slutty you are, no surprise there.” “Says the man that’s been edging my brains out for the last week.” “Fair.” Ajax rubbed the back of his head. “Look...cards on the table. I think...I think that we need to get something straight, just so I’m not on the wrong page here. You follow me?” “Through increasingly pained metaphors, yes.” “...Since when do you have a brain?” “They don’t hire baristas that are just cute anymore; they make sure that you have a brain.” “Guess they do.” Shaking his head, the gorilla leaned over the table. “That first night, when you were drunk off your ass, I thought that you were just flirting with me to get out of paying your bill. Didn’t really do anything back then to prove me wrong, either, and you coming back made me think that you hadn’t learned your lesson yet. But you’ve stuck around for a goddamn week at this point, so, either you’re crazy, or you don’t get it. You know I got some magic, right?” “I knew it wasn’t exactly a new phone app that was stretching my ass, if that’s what you mean.” “...And that doesn’t bother you?” “Look. Ajax. Let me put it as bluntly as possible.” Simon smiled, folding his fingers together as he leaned on his hands. “I’m a slut. A big slut. A cock-loving, desperate slut. And you have magic that lets you reach out and just fuck me whenever you want to, and I swear, sometimes you were just reading my mind for how bad I needed it at any given point. Seriously, there were times when I was thinking that I’d go nuts if I didn’t get someone to fuck me and take my mind off my balls, and in just a few seconds, you were breaking down my ass like there was no tomorrow. “I need that sort of guy in my life. I need someone that’s just going to come around and take it, because I’m [i]bad[/i] at the whole offering thing. Sure, I can be a decent slut, I can go around offering blowjobs like any other good little whore. But that doesn’t mean that I take being a bitch with grace. I’m much more likely to fight it, to make a show of it...and then give in and push my ass up like a bitch in heat the second someone like you actually takes charge. “So...here’s the question, big guy. Are you going to take charge with someone that likes it when you lose control, when you go nuts on his ass...or are you going to walk out that door and leave me here, all wanting, needy, and desperate because of the week of chastity you put me through?” The question hung in the air between them for a few seconds, just long enough to leave Simon wondering if giving the big guy an option was something that he should have avoided. After all, he wasn’t exactly kidding; he was not the best sub for those serious tops that were eager for someone that would come lapping at their heels, someone that would obey at the drop of a hat, someone that would just fall down and worship the ground that their ‘master’ walked on. That wasn’t him, and never would be. But he was a good little slut. He loved getting fucked, loved the extreme stuff, and loved being put through his paces and tested. What he needed was someone that would just go with it, who would take what he had to offer and just...use it. “...It doesn’t bother you that I was hate-fucking you for days?” Ajax asked after nearly a minute. “Did I complain about it?” “Not really.” “Nope.” Simon shook his head. “If anything, that was some of the hottest stuff.” “Great. I grabbed a brat.” “Yep.” The monkey chuckled. “So, what are you going to do about it?” “...” “...” “Come back to my place?” Ajax offered. “Thought you’d never ask.” # They were all but all over each other as they walked through the door. The tension from the drive over - provided freely by the gorilla - was broken as they leaped into one another’s arms. Simon was all but carried towards the bedroom, and while he would normally have pushed to be a little more independent than that, he was happy to allow the big lug to lift him along and carry him there. It was hot to be carried, and nice to be wanted to that degree. They reached a big bed, a very big bed, and it didn’t take long for Simon to strip down when they reached it. He took off his shirt, then his pants, leaving him in a tight pair of briefs that came close to resembling a thong considering how hard he was and how small they actually were. He grinned as he swayed his hips for the bigger male, showing off just how eager he was, only for Ajax to smirk and pull him close for another kiss. Their tongues twirled together, tasting one another, and as they did, Ajax stripped out of his pants. His shirt stayed on, but that was the only bit of clothing he kept. One by one, his pants, his socks, his underwear hit the floor, and that powerful cock lurched up. Simon gripped it, stroking it, their kiss deepening for a moment before they slid together. He straddled the gorilla’s hips and lap as Ajax sat on the bed, the two of them panting for breath as they met each other’s eyes. “Ha...ha…” Simon panted. “Mmmph...you’re still just as big as I remember…” “Not like this stuff shrinks…” “Yeah, but still…” “Scared, bitch?” Ajax asked, chuckling. “Not even…” “So...say it for me...what do you want?” “...I want you…” He shifted his posture slightly, slipping that massive cock between his legs, then between his ass cheeks. His tail came down, wrapping around the base of it as he met the gorilla’s eyes. “I want you to ruin me.” “Heh…” “But this time...please...for the love of all that is holy...let me fucking cum.” “Heh, I dunno...I was thinking you’d be pretty hot after another week of this.” “Oh god...don’t even…” “Heh...we’ll see.” “And after…” “Yeah?” “Date me?” “...Fuck yes.” That was all it took, and all that needed saying. Those big hands grabbed him around the hips and yanked him down, punching that cock physically into him once more. Despite having taken it in ghost form for the last week, despite having been used so many times, there was something magical about it being the real thing, something much more magical than taking it in an actual spell. Having it sliding past his pucker, feeling it grinding through him and opening him up, was all that he could have asked for. His mouth hung open as he felt it bulging his guts already. “Mmmph…” No sooner had it gone in than the gorilla was leaning in, nibbling and biting at his neck and shoulder. Simon arched his back, leaning his head to the side at the intense stimulation that was hitting him, throbbing through him from head to toe. His tail went high, and his hole clenched desperately around that shaft. In, out, in, out that cock went as the hands on his hips guided him. His legs were all but jelly as he gave in to the pleasure, more than happy to let the gorilla set the pace, take control, everything. It was just what the monkey needed, too. Despite all the giddy, fetishy fun that he’d gotten from being ghost-fucked at any time, anywhere, there was something so much better about having a warm body to rest against while he was being used. In, out, in, out that shaft went, punching into his guts, making his stomach bulge out, feeling that muscled torso against him as it slid so deep every goddamn time. His head was spinning, his mind rushing along as he was rutted. His own cock oozed pre-cum everywhere, dripping along the gorilla’s stomach, running down the hairy belly to the furred crotch. He barely felt it, more focused on that thick weight against his prostate, the way that it rubbed over him, the need that it filled him with. In short order, his balls were screaming at him to be emptied, his cock begging to be touched, but there was no chance of that. He was a noodle, a limp noodle that was getting its brains fucked right out. As he panted for breath, he could feel the nibbling, the biting leaving marks behind. He’d have something to explain at the coffee shop tomorrow, but did that matter? Not really. All that mattered was getting as many of them as possible. “Fucking...tight...bitch.” “Mmmph...everyone would be tight...for you…” “Not everyone. Just you,” the gorilla grunted. “Fucking...whore, though...how do you stay this...tight?” “Practice…” “Gonna make you...practice more, you fucking slut…” He was loving it. Loving everything about this. The very idea of getting put through more training, made to make his ass even better, only had him throbbing harder. He found his footing and started riding properly, bringing his ass down, feeling the slight jiggle before pulling it up again. The size difference between them was so extreme that he could feel his hole pushing out, pulled by the thick rod inside him, only to be rammed back in. The size difference, the control that Ajax had over him, the raw pleasure that came from getting his hole wrecked completely for real rather than by the ghostly sensation, was just what he had been craving all week. He was a moaning mess in short order, all the quips, all the little barbs and stings that he’d normally throw around kicked out of his mind by getting fucked silly. His eyes rolled back, his hips moving almost on autopilot, unable to think of anything but that big fat dick and the way that his balls were swaying and - oh fuck did he want to cum. He wanted to cum and blow his load for the first time in a week and make a mess of everything, and show just how much this got to him. He wanted Ajax to see just what a slut he had become for the bigger male. But all he could do was keep riding. Those big hands kept him moving, and the gorilla kept whispering to him, taunting him, teasing him. “That’s what you wanted, right? To have someone turn you into their bitch?” “Nnngh….yes…” “You wanted some fat cock to break you in...to remind you of what you are, to make you its whore?” “I love your cock...love it so much…” “Love me…” “Love you. Love all this. Fuck, fuck, fuck…” “I could keep you like this…” They rolled, and suddenly, they were in a different position, with Simon on his back, the monkey’s legs spread wide, that cock still balls deep inside him. They parted slightly, with the bigger man above him, looking down at him. A fist bigger than his cock wrapped around his shaft, trapping it in place. He was so sensitive that he swore that he’d blow his load if he ended up humping it, and he barely held back, whimpering as it stroked along his shaft and pulled at his tip. “I could keep you like this...needy, dripping, wanting...nothing but this for the rest of the month…” “Ah...ah...please…” “Thinking with your balls all the time…” “Nnngh...don’t…” “Unable to help yourself...wanting me more and more…” “Nnngh…” “Your cock belongs to me...your balls...and your assssss.” He was pulling out ever so slowly now, Simon realized, and he arched his back against the bed with the tiniest, softest whimper that he thought that he had ever made. The sensation of that rod slowly pulling out, the weird feeling of it just gradually edging out of him, was more than he had ever felt. He gasped for breath, curled his toes, tried to find some way to push his hips back to get it back in, but he was pinned by that iron grip around his cock. “What are you, Simon?” “Nnngh...your...your bitch…” “And?” “Your slut...your whore…” “That’s right.” “Mmmph…” “And what do whores do?” “What they’re...they’re told…” “And do you know what I’m going to tell you to do?” “Ah...ah...no…” Thrust. The next thrust was slow, but no less deep for that. It went right into him, his hole so trained now that it could take that massive cock with ease. He could feel the foreskin pulling back as it slid along his inner walls, could feel the slippery mess of pre-cum that was getting left behind with the end of that long stroke, could feel [i]every[/i] inch of it. His needy shaft throbbed all the harder, helpless in that iron grip, desperate for something, anything to get it off. But it was all up to Ajax, all left in the control of the gorilla whether he would get anything. His breath came harder, faster as the big guy leaned in, smothering him from beneath once more. “I say...count to ten...and cum…” Thrust. Simon gasped out loud, feeling the hard slam jiggle his cheeks a bit, and he barely managed to wheeze out the number. “One.” “Good little bitch…” The gorilla leaned back, though not by much. Simon could have pushed himself up, could have taken a more active role, but it was better to give in. Better to allow this to happen. Better to let Ajax do what he did best: control and dominate. Slowly pulling back, slowly dragging that cock out in a way that left him whimpering for more - Squelch. “AH...two…” Only to ram back in, displacing some of the pre-cum already in him, hitting his prostate again, driving him mad with the firm, gentle fuck. It was so different from the jackhammering pace, almost hypnotic. Another slide, glide, thrust - “NNNGH! THREE!” In, out, in, out. Four and five, taking their time, pressing firmly against him as they pushed in, taking their time to really suck at his insides as they pulled back. Six followed, the gorilla’s balls feeling almost as full as his were, feeling like they were going to flood his insides when they were allowed to let loose. He whimpered, biting his lips as he felt the urge to cum almost taking over, wondering why he felt like he was so close when he knew that there was no chance to cum without Ajax’s permission. [i]Just a bit...just a bit...more…[/i] “Seven! EIGHT!” Those two came fast, hitting him harder than the rest, and leaving him whimpering from just how close he was. Everything felt tight, little shocks of pleasure jolting through his muscles, his body feeling like it was on the edge of going into some kind of seizure. Hot, hard, dripping. That was everything. “N-nine!” he moaned as the gorilla edged into him, squirting pre-cum at the end of the thrust, feeling the heat in his gut. He wondered if he was going to have a cum gut at the end of this. No hand on his cock anymore, he realized belatedly, yet his shaft dripped, throbbed, bounced, danced with the pleasure of being filled to the brim. Ajax pulled back, and for a moment, it almost seemed like he would pull out. And then...finally...he slid in. They said it together, the gorilla saying it quietly, and Simon...well, he screamed it. “TEN!” He moaned as he came, his entire body getting the shakes as he arched his back right off the bed, thrusting his hips forward as his cock felt like it was consumed with the week of delayed pleasure. His balls pulled up tight, his orgasm coming so hard that it was almost painful as it ripped through him. Micro-cramps went off all through his ass, his thighs, his groin, the muscles so tight, his hole clenching down more than he had ever felt it do before, and he knew that he was tighter than he had been since the start of this, too. That cock felt bigger than ever, and the longer he clenched, the more that he felt it against his prostate. Squirt, squirt, squirt, each shot hitting him along the chest, then along his face. It was so thick and hot, so much of it, and he could taste it when it landed in his mouth. He swallowed it, moaning until he ran out of air, only to gasp and keep going, squirming along that shaft and squeezing like mad over it. Even as he was filled, he couldn’t stop shivering, couldn’t stop gasping from the sheer pleasure that came from finally cumming after so long without. So deep, so full, so fucking [i]full[/i] as his guts opened up a bit with the seed that Ajax was pumping him full of. For a second, he thought that he’d stopped cumming, but no. He was actually shooting hard enough that some ropes of seed were flying over his head, hitting the headboard, spraying it down with off-white goo. It ran down over his head, and then dripped over his face once more, smearing over his cheeks. And then...then it was done. He panted as he laid there, unable to believe what had just happened, how intense it was. He didn’t react as the gorilla pulled out of him, didn’t say anything as he was lifted up and sat up. A towel was pulled from nowhere, one that was put to use wiping his cheeks, gently cleaning him up. “You did so good there,” Ajax said, using a voice that was softer, gentler, different to the gruff voice that he had been using all this time. “You did so much for me. Now, let me make things better for you…” He was gently cleaned, carried to the bathroom where hot water started running. He was still so out of it, and stayed that way until he was lowered into the warmth, allowed to wake up as the water ran over his shoulders and chest. He blushed as he realized that he was getting put through aftercare, something that he normally didn’t need, but after that… Might not have been a violent scene, but it was an intense one. He reached up, wordlessly taking the gorilla’s hand, and pressed it to his cheek. He nuzzled into it, and Ajax chuckled. “Boyfriend with a slut...never thought that’d happen.” “Like being...a good slut...for a big dicked boyfriend…” “Heh. This is gonna be interesting.” “Mmm…” “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, good boy.” “Mmm.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Simon and Ajax have quite the fun time together over the next week, texting while getting to know one another, and then, over dinner, Simon reveals what he really wants. Tags: M/M, Text, Ghost Cock, Size Difference, Monkey, Gorilla, Series, Anal, Teasing, Chastity, Edging, Pre-Cum, Orgasm, Domination, Needy, Foreskin, Cum,