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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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They slept soundly in each other's arms and woke up in exactly the same position early the next morning. Dingodile got up first. He had work but had already decided the night before that he was going to swerve it. He called in sick, telling his boss that he had a stomach upset and it was coming out of both ends. He couldn't wait to get off the phone before he went into any more detail. With that sorted, he could look forward to spending the day with Pinstripe and exploring some kinks... Before he could do any ravishing, he needed food. He made toast with lashings of butter and jam and poured two glasses of wumpa juice. Pinstripe was just waking up when he brought it into him.
“Morning sexy,” he smiled at him. “Ooh breakfast in bed. Ain't I the lucky one?”
Dingodile got back into bed and gave him a kiss with his toast.
“I've called in sick so we've got the whole day to ourselves. I'm gonna grab a shower once I've ate this.”
“Can I come?” Pinstripe winked mischievously.
“Oh yeah, thats what I was hoping.”
Unfortunately they did not get chance to enjoy their intimate shower as they were rudely interrupted by the sound of an engine roaring outside. It stopped then a few moments later there was loud knock on the door. They both froze, knowing full well who it was.
“Don't answer it,” Pinstripe whispered, his eyes wide with fear.
“Come on vermin open up!”
His heart sank when he heard N Tropy's angry voice and his upper class accent. He shook his head at Dingodile but N Tropy did not let up:
“I know you're in there you dirty lying rat. Your car is outside. If you don't open this door I'm going to boot it off the hinges! You've got three seconds.”
“I've got no choice mate,” Dingodile said glumly as he reluctantly turned the handle.
N Tropy was kitted out in his digital skin, so Dingodile and Pinstripe knew he meant business. He came armed with his giant, red hot, vibrating tuning fork too, they dreaded to think what he was going to do with that.
“So you've got the same bad guts as this vermin have you?” N Tropy raised an eyebrow at Dingodile. “You two really need to be more imaginative when it comes to thinking of excuses... but then again I would expect as much from a pair of low intelligence abominations like you.”
He wasn't wrong. It was obvious if Pinstripe wasn't at home then he would have been at Dingodile's; they should have gone somewhere else. Still, it was impressive that he had managed to find him so quick, they had only just got up. He must have been keen!
“Give us a break. We just wanna be alone together so can't you just leave us be? I thought we were mates?” Dingodile said, trying to appeal to his better nature only to find that he didn't have one.
“I don't think so, your pet rat lied to me so he owes me,” N Tropy turned back to Pinstripe. “I know the perfect way you can make it up to me.”
“Oh yeah, whats that then?” Pinstripe asked with a feeling he wasn't going to like the answer.
“You and your boyfriend are both here,” N Tropy's eyes drifted toward Dingodile and he looked him up and down. “We could have double the good time...”
“What do you mean?” Dingodile asked, although he knew precisely what he was inferring.
“Just one time with me, then I'll leave you alone,” N Tropy turned back to Pinstripe. “Surely its better than going back to the lab? And you wouldn't be betraying your lover because he'd be joining in. Come on, you know we've had fun in the past.”
“Just one time, then you leave us alone?” said Pinstripe.
“Of course!”
Pinstripe looked at Dingodile to gauge his reaction. Dingodile shrugged, “Anything's better than being wired up and experimented on. And maybe it will be fun.”
The corners of his lips turned into a smile, not fully knowing how savage and sadistic N Tropy could be but figuring it was best to keep him sweet anyway, plus he would be wouldn't dare try anything with both of them there, would he? Plus he had never had a threesome before and was a little curious.
A huge grin spread across N Tropy's face and he pointed toward the bedroom with his huge tuning fork, “Lets get this party started!”
In the bedroom, Pinstripe climbed on top of the bed, he was already in a state of undress, so with a big twisted grin, N Tropy hooked his tuning fork underneath his boxers and yanked them off. He planned to resume exactly where he had left off the night before. Dingodile took his position in front of Pinstripe; at least that way he could look at him instead of N Tropy, which no doubt he would have preferred. Dingodile wanted to make the best out of a bad situation.
“Come on vermin you know the score - all fours like the little rat that you are,” N Tropy instructed him.
Pinstripe slowly and begrudginly assumed the position leaving Dingodile wondering how many times they had done this before. Enough times for their arrangement to have gone sour. He put his hand over his and squeezed it gently to comfort him. Pinstripe looked up at him and smiled, appreciating the affection.
“Aww you two really are in love aren't you?” N Tropy laughed mockingly.
Pinstripe shot him an angry glare then grappled at Dingodile's boxers to spring out his cock, which he eagerly took in his mouth. Dingodile looked up at N Tropy who couldn't disguise the flash of pure envy in his eyes.
“Yeah. We are,” he couldn't help but smirk at him as he felt himself inflating whilst Pinstripe caressed him with his tongue, but then he instantly regretted winding him up.
Of course, N Tropy took his anger out on Pinstripe, spanking him hard. Maybe before, Pinstripe would have enjoyed it but any passion in their relationship had long since gone. With every crack of his palm connecting with his ass cheeks, Dingodile felt him wince and his mouth contract around his cock. He winced for him when he watched N Tropy jamming his fingers inside him without so much as a bit of spit for lube. He knew how slim and tight he was so it must have hurt. Pinstripe tried to relax and loosen his sphincters and once he became occustomed to the three fingers violating his back passage, N Tropy shoved one more in with a twisted sadistic smirk on his face whilst he reached into his underwear and began rubbing his cock. Pinstripe tried not to think too much and instead focused on sucking Dingodile, hoping that the pleasure he got from making him moan would cancel out what was going on behind him. He was starting to get hard... if he blotted out the fact that it was N Tropy, he could derive a small amount of stimulation through the pain... he really did love the sensation of his ass being filled, even if it was with jaggedy cyborg fingers. So much so, that he found himself subtly rocking his hips to push his ass into them for maximum penetration. N Tropy noticed straight away and was disgruntled... he couldn't have Pinstripe enjoying himself!
“You're a dirty, stinking rat and you belong in the sewer,” he growled at him, flexing his fingers before curling them into an angry fist.
Pinstripe's eyes bulged and his stomach contracted when he pushed it in. Even after being primed, nothing could have prepared him for the invasion and the agony searing through his whole body, so intense that he dropped to his elbows, causing Dingodile's cock to slip out of his mouth.
Dingodile didn't mind – it sucked having the stimulation taken away but he cared for Pinstripe more so he took his hand and helped him back up.
“Thanks lover,” he smiled but with a contradictory pained look in his eyes.
He rewarded him by opening his mouth and letting him back in. Dingodile moved his hands to his face to fondle and smooth him and the expression on his face changed as he put his all into sucking, as he tried to relax and make the best of being fisted. He put his one hand up to his balls to play with them.
“Oh mate,” Dingodile sighed, rolling his head back in delight. “You're gonna make me cum if you keep going like that.”
They were starting to ache and Pinstripe's soft touch only heightened his pleasure. Pinstripe felt the taste of precum on his tongue and felt his own cock stiffen. Even the sensation of his insides being punched was starting to feel good. His hand wandered further under Dingodile's legs, keeping his balls in his palm and inserting one finger into his ass, knowing that this way he could propel him into orgasm.
“Fuck yeah baby,” Dingodile gasped feeling his cock twitching in his mouth.
He felt the heat building up and rising within him and erupted through heavy pants. Pinstripe looked up at him with love in his eyes, lapped up the cum and gulped. The feel of his tongue caressing his bell-end sent shivers down his spine.
Against all odds, both Dingodile and Pinstripe were starting to enjoy themselves. The moment N Tropy realised this, after spotting them exchanging adoring looks, his demeanour changed and his mood darkened. He wasn't interested in dishing out pleasure, only to reap his own by inflicting as much pain, humiliation and dominance over Pinstripe that was humanly possible. In his mind, he deserved it for rejecting the master of time for a lab-made hybridised abomination!
He ripped his fist from his ass, making him yelp and sigh with relief at the same time.
“Move it, my turn now,” he ordered Dingodile.
Dingodile withdrew from him giving Pinstripe a mere few seconds breathing time. He shuffled to the side to make way for him, still panting and coming down from his intense orgasm.
N Tropy poised himself in front of Pinstripe and rammed his cock into his mouth. Pinstripe was blessed with many sexual talents but deepthroating was not one of them. Dingodile knew all too well (as did N Tropy) that he was fantastic at giving head but he couldn't take a whole cock, especially as they were both quite large and girthy. He could take just enough to be good and Dingodile had never felt the need to pressure him - he didn't need to when he could make him cum from a blow-job but N Tropy had other ideas.
He thrust his hips violently and straight away Pinstripe gagged at his throbbing cock poking his tonsils. He couldn't suck him like the way he had Dingodile, his gagging would not allow it but N Tropy wasn't interested in that; he got his kicks from watching him suffer. Pinstripe tried to move back, just an inch or so to stop himself choking but N Tropy countered him, twirling his fingers around his hair and locking him into place right up close against his crotch so he could fuck his face with full force and burrow down his throat. Pinstripe's eyes began to water and his stomach contracted and he could see what was coming.
“Go easy mate!” Dingodile protested.
He scrambled toward him to pull him off but with lightning fast reflexes, he pulled out his tuning fork and jabbed him hard in the chest, sending him flying backwards as a throbbing burning pain tore through him.
“Get back hybrid, you've had your time!” he yelled.
Stunned and paralysed, Dingodile had no choice but to back down and cringe as he watched Pinstripe choking with his relentless thrusting. It went on for a few minutes but for poor Pinstripe it felt like a lifetime then N Tropy threw his head back and let out a maniacal cackle as he came, dumping the contents of his balls down his throat and topping up Dingodile's juices.
“Come on vermin, I know you like to swallow,” he sneered, yanking his head back and clamping his hand under his jaw so he didn't have a choice.
He gulped, reluctantly taking it down and felt himself retch and gag; his stomach was churning; rejecting the unwanted cock in his throat. His nose was starting to stream as well as his eyes. He was well aware of how undignified and unattractive he looked but with the somersaults in his stomach, that was the least of his worries. N Tropy pulled out and tucked his cock back into his pants but the damage was done - all the cum he had swallowed came shooting back up and spurted out of his nose and mouth with a splutter as he was violently sick over the bed. All Dingodile wanted to do was hug and comfort him but N Tropy just laughed with sadistic joy - nothing pleased him more than seeing him humiliated:
“Look at you, you filthy animal! You are pathetic; wasting all that cum.” he taunted him and to punish him, he flipped his weapon around, jabbed the tips into his neck and held it there until he smelt his skin burning then hissed at him. “I should make you eat it. Clean up your mess.”
He pushed him, using his tuning fork to guide his head down so the tip of his snout was touching the nasty smelling orange and white vomit.
Pinstripe whimpered in protest, unable to uphold his tough guy image anymore as tears dribbled down his face.
“Please, no, I don't wanna,” he sobbed pleadingly.
“Refuse me one more time vermin and see what I do. Now stop snivelling and eat it!” N Tropy bellowed at him.
Slowly and reluctantly, Pinstripe extended his tongue and lapped the edge of the pool of regurgitated sludge, grimacing at the acidic taste and trying desperately not to throw up again. It was a difficult battle, one that he wasn't sure he would win. He couldn't stop blubbing and the fact that he knew how much N Tropy was enjoying it was making it worse. But fortunately, help was on hand.
His tears yanked on Dingodile's heartstrings; he couldn't stand to watch anymore and mustered up the strength to work through the pain in his chest and attempt to fight for his lover.
“Oi! Leave him alone you sick freak!” he yelled at him, lunging forward and gripping him by his arms.
“Don't worry, I'm going, I'm done with this rancid little rat, he's all yours but I'll be back another time,” N Tropy smirked as he shook him off, satisfied that he'd broken him down and reduced a tough gangster like him to crying and begging. That turned him on more than any sexual stimulation. And of course he was lying about this being the last time.
He climbed down off the bed, straightened his hat and left, giggling smugly to himself. Pinstripe sniffed and sat up, wiping his face as he tried to regain some of his dignity but the moment for that had long since passed. His violated throat and ass were sore but nothing in comparison to the throbbing burn on his neck and to add insult to injury he felt completely degraded and ashamed.
“What an asshole, I can't believe he did that,” Dingodile crawled across the bed and tried to put his arm around him but Pinstripe elbowed him away.
“I'd rather taste puke in my mouth than him anyways, now get lost,” he snapped.
“Me? What did I do?” cried Dingodile innocently. “I tried to help you!”
“Fuck you, I don't need any help. I just wanna be on my own,” he said, letting his pride get the better of him as he refused to make eye contact.
Dingodile felt tears brewing in his eyes; he must have felt awful. It had been going surprisingly well, he couldn't believe N Tropy had been so vile. He knew he had a mean streak but never could have imagined he would go that far or he would never have agreed to a threesome.
“I'm so sorry mate I shudda stood up to him,” he started.
“I can take care of myself! Leave me alone! Fuck you!” Pinstripe screamed at him.
He got up, pulled on his clothes then left hurriedly, leaving Dingodile alone with a pool of vomit on his bed to clean.
Sometimes he wondered if it was all worth it? Perhaps he would have been better off keeping Pinstripe in his imagination and using that as wank material late at night, rather than deal with all this shit? When he had first made his move on him, he never anticipated his foul moods or a sadistic jealous ex on the scene, least of all someone as crazed as N Tropy. He could see past his acidic tongue, it was obvious he was being defensive and trying to save face but still, it was more hard work than he was prepared to take on. But he still couldn't get him out of his head...
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