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The Fucking of Pinstripe Potoroo	By : PolterGlitch Category: +A through F > Crash Bandicoot Views: 984 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pinstripe's heart sank when Dingodile dropped him back home at his stationed airship. He knew what was coming. The moment he switched his phone back on, he was flooded with messages demanding to know where he was: N Tropy. Of course, he had been away for the weekend, prime time for when he wanted a booty call, when he wasn't busy time travelling and stirring up trouble.
“Where have you been you little rat?” N Tropy snarled angrily. “I am coming over.”
Pinstripe hesitated. He really didn't want him to. All he wanted was Dingodile. The dynamic between them was completely different – he actually cared about him and it made all the difference. He didn't want to disrespect him by cheating.
“Not tonight,” he said and tried to think of a decent excuse that wouldn't offend him. “I've got bad guts.”
“Don't talk back to me, vermin!” N Tropy was enraged, not used to Pinstripe saying no.
“Seriously, its been spraying outta me, probably best if I just get some rest,” Pinstripe protested.
“Shut up. You are disgusting. This is my time so I'll see you soon, wear something sexy.”
He hung up before Pinstripe could answer. Pinstripe sighed. He wasn't lying – his stomach was doing somersaults but it was the thought of sleeping with him that was making him feel sick. N Tropy was nothing compared to Dingodile and he wasn't known for showing him any kind of affection. Before it didn't bother him so much but now he'd had a taste of what true feelings were, he couldn't go back to anything else. But it was difficult to refuse, with N Tropy outranking him and having such advanced weaponry, plus the fact that even he, a hard ass gangster, found him intimidating. He would not have allowed anyone else to speak to him that way; they would end up on the receiving end of his tommy gun. But it was those pistoning shoulders of his... they just never quit.
He looked through his wardrobe and put on the least sexy thing he could find; a pair of jogging bottoms and a sweatshirt, then brushed the gel out of his hair in the slim hope that maybe N Tropy would see how awful he looked and maybe take it easy on him, or better yet booty call somebody else. He poured himself a Jack Daniels. He hadn't planned to have a drink as he still had a few small remnants of a hangover but he needed something to numb the impending trauma.
It wasn't long before N Tropy turned up. He looked him up and down and wrinkled his nose in disgust, “Look at the state of you.”
“I told you'se, I don't feel well,” Pinstripe scowled at him. “I'm really not up for this, my belly has been bad all day.”
N Tropy barged his way in, still looking down at him with contempt, “And I told you, you're on my time now! And you can't be that sick if you're on the sauce.”
Pinstripe sighed and shut the door behind him as he downed his drink. N Tropy headed straight for the bedroom and made himself comfortable, kicking off his boots and laying on the neatly made bed.
“Get here you little rat,” he sneered.
Pinstripe hesitated. He really, really did not want to cheat on Dingodile, not after he had been so good to him. It pained him to see N Tropy on his bed, he had been looking forward to Dingodile making love to him there in the not too distant future. Now it was tainted by the mad time warping cyborg.
“I can't,” he said, his eyes drifting to the floor, terrified of N Tropy's reaction.
“What is your problem?” he yelled, raising his voice. “You've never complained before!”
“I know but... things are different now,” Pinstripe said, still keeping his head down.
“Oh I see. Is this something to do with your dirty weekend away with that hybrid? Aww, the little gangster vermin is in love!” N Tropy laughed.
“What's wrong with that?” Pinstripe snapped defensively.
“Oh please! You and that abombination? Don't make me laugh,” N Tropy mocked him. “Get here and drop your pants or you know what will happen.”
Pinstripe groaned. He'd wondered how long it would take before the threats started.
“It'll be straight back to the lab for you, like the little lab rat you are!” he reminded him.
“Alright, alright,” Pinstripe sighed.
Reluctantly and slowly, he took off his jumper and pulled his bottoms down as N Tropy leered crudely at him. Whenever they had fucked in the past, he always made him strip whilst he kept most of his clothes on. It made him feel vulnerable. When they'd first started sleeping together on and off, it had been fun but N Tropy had gradually changed his attitude toward him – being mean and taking things too far like threatening him if he didn't do every depraved thing that he commanded. He didn't care whether he wanted to or not and seemed to take pleasure in hurting him. It had gotten to the point where he didn't enjoy it at all, especially now that he was with Dingodile. He regretted the day he'd agreed to a casual one night stand with him but it was difficult to say no.
“Come here vermin, time to play,” N Tropy sneered at him, beckoning him with his finger.
Pinstripe crawled across the bed completely naked and exposed. As soon as he was within arms reach, N Tropy grabbed him, yanking him in to kiss him roughly. Pinstripe cringed internally and kept his mouth closed. N Tropy was not usually one for kissing - he wondered if he was doing it because he knew it would make him feel guilty about betraying Dingodile. He was sick to his stomach with guilt. But what choice did he have? He didn't want to go back to the lab to be experimented on or worse, forced into a time paradox to relive his worst childhood memories...
N Tropy began nibbling his neck hard enough to hurt and his cold, gloved hands exploring his bare body were giving him goosebumps, and not in a good way. The cyborg's hands and skin were always as cold as ice, just like his heart. Pinstripe's cock was soft and limp - another reason for him to make fun of him.
“Aww too tired to play? The hybrid gave you too much of a good time?” he teased.
Pinstripe said nothing and kept his head down, trying not to make eye contact – he didn't want him to see that he had tears brewing in his.
“Not to worry vermin, I'll show you a better time than him anyway, come on get on all fours,” N Tropy sniggered.
Pinstripe did as he was told, allowing him to stick three unlubed fingers into his ass whilst roughly running his free palm up and down his body, brushing his fur the wrong way as he savagely fingered him. He then clasped his flaccid cock and began pumping. At first he didn't care that he wasn't the least bit aroused but after a few minutes when Pinstripe didn't get hard, he became frustrated, seeing it as a reflection on himself.
“What is wrong with you, skunk!?” he bellowed.
He loosened his grip on his cock and raised his hand high above his head then brought it down on his buttocks with an icy, sickening crack.
“Ouch,” Pinstripe grimaced. There was nothing pleasurable about this pain. And it was about to get worse.
The spanking continued leaving red handprints each time. It did little to bring out Pinstripe's erection so N Tropy decided to endulge his sadistic desires and punish him instead. He retracted his fingers and clenched them into a fist, clad in a sturdy metal glove and a crooked, wry smile snaked across his face. Pinstripe saw what he was doing in his peripheral and panicked. This was really going to hurt. He opened his mouth to protest then stopped. He didn't want to beg, it would only get N Tropy going more. He did love to feel superior whether his submissive was game or not. He had to think of something else.
“Your time is up, you little sewer rat,” he grinned.
“Wait,” Pinstripe rolled over onto his back, protecting his exposed asshole.
He didn't trust his bowels to be able to cope with a fisting and one toilet blunder was enough for one weekend, although it might put N Tropy off if he shit all over him...
“My belly is really bad,” he said feigning a pained expression (it wasn't as bad as he was making out but still, it wasn't worth the risk). “I don't wanna be making a mess. Why don't you come back tomorrow? I'll make it up to you'se.”
“I don't believe its anything to do with you having bad guts. You wouldn't lie to me would you?” N Tropy folded his arms and glared at him.
“No of course not,” Pinstripe tried to force a smile and look sincere.
N Tropy wasn't fooled and responded by giving him a cold, hard slap across the face.
“Maybe I will take you to the lab after all,” he hissed at him. “Maybe they can do something to fix that limp dick of yours.”
Pinstripe closed his eyes to stop tears slipping out but he couldn't help let out a small whimper as he recoiled when he leaned in toward him, terrified that he was in for a beating. N Tropy smirked, pleased that he had humilated him.
“OK, well we will leave this for another time. I will be back first thing tomorrow and you have some serious making up to do – you had best be more willing than you are today. And that tight little ass of yours is mine. I swear it!”
Pinstripe nodded reluctantly.
“And you best get any thoughts of that hybrid out of your head. I can't have my favourite little lab rat devoting his time to somebody else!” N Tropy added as he headed out the door.
The moment he left and he was safe in solidarity, Pinstripe put his head in his hands and sobbed with tears of anger at himself more than N Tropy. How had he allowed himself to get in such a mess? Never before had he felt so cheap and dirty but he knew he had dodged a bullet on this occasion. He doubted he would be so lucky if N Tropy got his hands on him again. All he wanted was to be in Dingodile's warm embrace. He tried to think of a way he could avoid N Tropy the next day then after that more permanently. He came up with a temporary solution, and he would get to see his beloved Dingodile at the same time so everybody was a winner. He hoped he wouldn't mind him turning up on his doorstep a mere few hours after he had dropped him off but somehow he thought he would be pleased to see him.
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