Prove It

Chapter 10: Chapter 10

: A Day of Denial

The sun had barely risen, but Karkat was already up, sprawled on his worn-out sofa, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, and a smirk on his face. He knew Dave would be awake soon, his body used to the daily ritual of their shared existence despite their unspoken agreement to keep their interactions platonic. Today, however, he had other plans.

Karkat's eyes drifted to the corner of the room where Dave was still asleep on his stomach, cute little ass hidden by the sheets. He'd left Dave's plug in overnight, even after cleaning him up. He'd gone to sleep with a smile on his face, knowing Dave would be waking up with a reminder of who owned him. He takes another sip of his coffee, the bitter taste grounding him as he watches Dave stir.

Dave's body stretches, his back arching in a slow, sensual roll that makes Karkat's cock twitch in his pants. His ass flexes, the muscles clenching around the intrusion in his hole. Karkat chuckles, setting his coffee down on the table with a thud. "Good morning, Dave" he drawls, his voice fond and normal. Let's see how long Dave can last. Karkat thought. He leaned forward, setting the empty coffee mug down on the table with a thud. The sound seemed to jolt Dave awake, his body tensing as he turned his head to look at Karkat.

"Morning, Dave," Karkat greeted, his voice normal and friendly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened the night before. Dave hesitated, his body still sensitive from the night before, the plug inside him a constant reminder of Karkat's control. He shifted slightly, trying to hide his discomfort, but Karkat just smiled at him, seemingly oblivious to Dave's predicament. "Come on, let's get some breakfast," he said, standing up and stretching. Dave watched him, his eyes wide with surprise. He had assumed that Karkat would mention the plug, would tease him about it, but instead, Karkat acted as if nothing had happened. Dave felt a flush of embarrassment wash over him.

Had Karkat really forgotten about the plug? He hesitated, unsure of how to broach the topic and unsure if Karkat was even aware of his predicament.

Karkat didn't give Dave a chance to say anything. He moved to the kitchen, banging around pans and pulling out ingredients for breakfast. "So, what do you want to do today, Davey?" he asked, his voice cheerful and casual.

Dave hesitated, glancing down at his body, feeling the weight and intrusion of the plug inside him. He shook his head slightly, thinking that Karkat must have forgotten about it. "Nothing, really," he mumbled, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

Karkat hummed, "Well, how about we go for a walk in the park? You need to get some fresh air, you've been cooped up all day." He chuckled, flipping a pancake in the pan. Dave's eyes widened slightly, the thought of going out in public with the plug inside him making him nervous. But Karkat was already grabbing his keys, a smile on his face, so Dave decided to just go along with it.

The walk through the park was uneventful, just like any other day. Karkat chattered on about the latest film he was working on, his eyes scanning the park for inspiration.

Dave nodded along, half-listening, his mind more focused on the plug inside him than Karkat's enthusiastic ramblings. He shifted slightly, trying to hide the discomfort, but Karkat seemed oblivious, his attention fully on the world around them.

Dave let out a sigh of relief as they reached a quiet bench, thinking this would be his chance to slip away and remove the plug. But Karkat had other plans. "Hey, Davey," he said, sitting down and patting the space beside him. "Come on, let's sit here for a bit. It's so beautiful out today." Dave hesitated, but Karkat's smile was so genuine, so innocent, that he couldn't refuse. He sat down, trying to hide his disappointment. Maybe later, he thought. Maybe when Karkat went to the bathroom or something.

But no such luck. Karkat seemed to have an endless supply of energy today, constantly chattering away about his film projects or pointing out interesting things in the park. Dave's eyes darted around, searching for a chance to escape, but Karkat was always there, a constant presence at his side. He tried to act normal, even as the plug inside him shifted and rubbed against his prostate with every step, sending little jolts of pleasure through his body. He shifted his weight, trying to adjust, but it was no use. He was constantly aware of it, of the sensation it created. It was maddening.

They made their way back to the cafe near their apartment building, Karkat's hand resting lightly on the small of Dave's back. He chatted animatedly about his latest film project, completely oblivious to Dave's discomfort. Dave could feel the plug inside him, constantly rubbing against his prostate, keeping his hole open.

Dave shifted slightly, trying to discreetly adjust the plug, but Karkat just laughed and patted him on the back, "Careful there, Davey, you'll spill your coffee." Dave flushed, grateful for the dim lighting in the cafe that hid his embarrassment.

They ordered their usual, Karkat his espresso, Dave his chai latte with extra foam. Karkat pulled out his laptop, ready to work on his script, while Dave sat there, nursing his drink, his mind racing.

Every shift in his seat sent a jolt of pleasure through him, the plug rubbing against his prostate, driving him crazy. Karkat, seemingly oblivious, hummed along to the cafe's music, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard. Dave shifted again, his breath hitching slightly. He needed to get out of here, needed to get some relief. But Karkat just smiled at him, his eyes never leaving the screen, "You alright, Davey? You seem a bit...squirmy." Dave flushed, his eyes darting around the room. "I'm fine," he muttered, taking a sip of his drink to hide his discomfort.

Karkat's hand drifted down from Dave's back, resting casually on his thigh. Dave's breath hitched, his body tensing at the unexpected contact. The plug inside him seemed to pulse, as if responding to Karkat's touch, and Dave shifted again, trying to suppress a whimper of need. Karkat's fingers moved slightly, soothing, rubbing, driving Dave crazy with the innocent action. "Relax, Davey," he murmured, his eyes still on his laptop screen. "You're all tense."

Dave's flush deepened, his fingers tightening around his coffee cup. He couldn't relax, not with Karkat's hand on his thigh, not with the plug inside him, not with the constant, maddening stimulation.

He tried to take a sip of his coffee, but his hand was shaking too much. He set the cup down quickly, afraid he'd drop it and cause a scene.

Karkat's fingers moved again, tracing lazy patterns on Dave's thigh, driving him crazy with the casual touch. "You sure you're alright, sweetheart?" Karkat asked, his voice soft and concerned, but Dave could see the smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Dave nodded, his mouth too dry to speak.

He followed Karkat back to the apartment, his heart pounding in his chest. He assumed that once they were alone, Karkat would finally acknowledge the plug inside him, would finally give him the release he so desperately craved. But as they stepped into the apartment, Karkat simply kicked off his shoes and flopped down onto the couch, picking up the remote to turn on the TV. Dave stood there, frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief. He'd expected Karkat to pounce on him, to throw him onto the bed and finally fuck him. But instead, Karkat just smiled at the TV screen, his eyes scanning the channels with a casual air.

Dave's mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water. "Aren't you... aren't you going to do something?" he finally managed to stammer out.

Karkat casually leaned over the back of the couch, his hands on Dave's shoulders, and pushed him down onto the cushions with gentle force. He settled in next to Dave, propping his feet up on the coffee table. "Yes, I am," he said, his eyes on the TV screen as he flipped through the channels.

Dave shifted uncomfortably, his body tensing as the plug inside him rubbed against his prostate. He could feel his arousal growing, his body desperate for release, but Karkat seemed oblivious, his focus solely on the TV. Dave rocked back slightly, trying to get some friction, some relief, but it only served to drive him crazy, to make him more desperate. He leaned forward, his breath hot on Karkat's neck.

"Please," he whispered, his voice a pleading, desperate sound. Karkat's eyes never left the TV, but a small smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "Please what, Davey?" he asked.

Dave hesitated, his body trembling with need. "You know..."

Dave trailed off, his voice a desperate, trembling plea. He shifted again, trying to find some friction, some relief, but it only served to drive him more insane with need. Karkat's arm snaked around Dave's shoulders, pulling him close.

"What do I know, Davey?" Karkat asked, his voice a low rumble in Dave's ear. Dave shook his head, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He couldn't even find the words to express his need. Karkat's grip on his shoulder tightened, his voice dropping to a low, husky growl. "Tell me what you want, Davey. Use your words."

Dave whimpered, his body writhing with need. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He couldn't ask for what he wanted, couldn't voice his desperate need for release.

It was too humiliating, too degrading. Karkat's hand moved from Dave's thigh to his stomach, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin there. Dave flinched, his breath hitching as Karkat's hand moved lower, dangerously close to the plug still buried deep inside him. Karkat chuckled, a low, dark sound, and Dave couldn't help but tense, his eyes darting to Karkat's face. Karkat's eyes were alight with amusement, his lips curved into a cruel, knowing smile. "You know, Davey," he murmured, his voice a low, husky drawl, "I've known about your little secret all day." Dave's eyes widened in surprise, his body tensing as Karkat's fingers brushed against the base of the plug.

Karkat chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You didn't think I'd forgotten about this, did you, sweetheart?" he teased, his voice a low, sultry purr. The sudden touch sent a spark of pleasure straight to Dave's core, making his breath hitch and his cock twitch. He tried to push Karkat's hand away, but Karkat just laughed, his fingers tightening around the base of the plug.

"Ah, ah, ah," he tsked, shaking his head. "None of that, Davey. You wanted this, remember? You begged for it last night." His voice was low, husky, dripping with satisfaction. Dave's face flushed with a mix of humiliation and desire. He couldn't believe Karkat had left the plug in all day, and he couldn't believe how much it was driving him insane. Karkat's thumb brushed against the base of the plug, and Dave let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly.

"Was it hard for you all day, baby?" Karkat whispered, his voice a low, sensual drawl. He knew it had been, could see it in the way Dave's body tensed and relaxed, in the way his breath hitched and his eyes dilated.

"Were you so hot all day, with this thing stretching your hole open?

Could you think of anything else?" Karkat's voice was low, almost a growl, as he leaned in closer to Dave, his breath hot on Dave's ear. Dave whimpered, his body squirming with need. He couldn't bear the thought of Karkat knowing how much he'd wanted it, how much he'd craved the feeling of the plug inside him.

"Yes," Dave admitted in a shaky whisper. "It was...it was so hard."

Karkat's smirk widened, his fingers tightening around the base of the plug. "Do you think anyone could tell? It was so cute when you were trying to hide it from me, watching you try not to fuck yourself on it, squirming like a worm on a hook." Karkat chuckled, and Dave's face burned with humiliation. He couldn't believe how much he'd wanted it, how much he'd craved the feeling of the plug inside him. It had been torture, but at the same time, it had felt so good.

Now, Karkat's words cut deep, "It's so obvious when you're horny, Davey," he drawled, his fingers still teasing the base of the plug. Dave's face flushed a deep crimson, his body tensing with mortification. "You were squirming all day, trying to be subtle, but you were so obvious. Everyone could see you were on edge." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on Dave's ear, "You thought you were hiding it so well, but it was written all over your face. You were practically begging for it."

Dave flinched at Karkat's words, his mind flashing back to the day. He had tried to act normal, tried to hide his desperation .

But Karkat had seen through his act, his every squirm and subtle adjustment a beacon of his need. "You thought you were so smooth, Davey," Karkat whispered, his fingers still toying with the base of the plug, sending little jolts of pleasure through Dave's body. "Trying to shift subtly, trying to hide your discomfort. But I saw it all, Davey. I saw how you couldn't keep still, how you were practically vibrating with need." Dave flushed, his eyes cast down, unable to meet Karkat's gaze. He knew Karkat was right, knew that he had been desperate, that he had been obvious. He had thought he was hiding it well, but Karkat had seen right through him. The knowledge was humiliating, but at the same time, it sent a thrill of excitement through him, a thrill of anticipation.

"You may as well have worn a nametag that says, "My name is Dave Strider and I need someone to fuck my pussy." Karkat chuckled at his own joke, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Dave's spine. "You were practically begging for it, baby. Every little shift, every little squirm, every little gasp." Karkat's fingers tightened around the base of the plug, making Dave moan in pleasure and discomfort.

"If you'd asked, I would have fucked you in the bathroom of the cafe. I would have fucked you on the Table of that cafe, in front of everyone. It's too bad.." Karkat continued, his voice low and sultry, "that you're too proud to ask. " He chuckled, leaning in closer to Dave, his breath hot on Dave's ear. "But don't worry, baby. I'll make sure everyone knows what a little slut you are. I'll make sure everyone knows that you'll do anything for cock."

Dave's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. The thought of being exposed like that, of everyone knowing his secret, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Dave's body was on fire with need, his cock rock hard and leaking precum. He turned to face Karkat, his eyes wide and desperate. "Please," he begged, his voice a husky whisper. "Please, Karkat. I need..." He trailed off, unable to find the words to express his need.

"I know what you need, baby," Karkat murmured, his eyes gleaming with desire. "But you have to ask for it. Only good boys who know how to ask get what they want." He reached down, his fingers wrapping around the base of the plug, and gave it a gentle tug. Dave whimpered, his hips bucking involuntarily at the sensation. Karkat smirked, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive skin of Dave's hole. "You want this out, baby?

You want me to take this out of you?" Karkat asked, his voice a low, husky drawl, his fingers already moving to pull the plug from Dave's hole. Dave nodded eagerly, his body tense with anticipation, his hips already pushing back against the intrusion, desperate for more. Karkat chuckled, a low, dark sound, as he slowly began to pull the plug out, inch by agonizing inch. Dave moaned, his body squirming with need, his hole clenching around the intrusion as it slowly slipped free. Karkat threw the plug onto the coffee table, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Poor pussy, it's so empty now. I bet if I looked, it would be winking at me." Karkat's fingers gently spread Dave's ass cheeks apart, exposing his puckered hole to the cool air of the apartment. Dave gasped, his body tensing at the sensation, his cock twitching with need. "Please," he begged, his voice a desperate, pleading whisper. Karkat's fingers, still slick with lube from earlier, trailed along the crack of Dave's ass, teasing his hole. "You want this, don't you, Davey?" Karkat murmured, his voice low and sultry, as his fingers circled the sensitive skin. "You want me to fill you up again, don't you?" Dave nodded, his eyes locked onto Karkat's, his body trembling with need. Karkat's fingers pushed gently against Dave's hole, and Dave instinctively pressed down, opening himself up to Karkat's touch. "Show me what's mine," Karkat commanded, his voice firm yet gentle.

He positioned himself behind Dave, his breath hot on Dave's neck. "Spread that pretty little pussy open for me, Davey." Karkat's hands gripped Dave's hips, guiding him into position. Dave hesitated for a moment, the reality of Karkat's words sending a jolt of both embarrassment and desire through him. But he knew better than to disobey. He took a deep breath and began to spread his cheeks, exposing his hole to Karkat's gaze.

He heard Karkat's intake of breath, felt his hands tense on his hips. "That's it, baby," Karkat murmured, his voice laced with approval. "Now ask me for what you want."

Dave's face flushed, his mouth dry. He had never been good at this part, had never been able to voice his desires so openly.

But he knew that Karkat would not budge until he did. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "I want you to fuck me, Karkat," he forced out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Karkat chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "That's a good boy," he praised, his fingers still teasing Dave's entrance. "But you know what I like to hear, don't you, Davey?"

Dave hesitated, unsure of what Karkat was looking for. He had never been one to use such explicit language, but he knew that Karkat was pushing him, testing him.

He took a deep breath and tried again. "I want you to fuck my pussy, Karkat. I want you to fill me up with your cock." The words tasted strange in his mouth, but he could see Karkat's reaction, could see the way his eyes darkened with lust and his lips parted slightly.

Karkat's fingers pressed harder against Dave's hole, and Dave groaned, pushing back against the intrusion. "Good boy," Karkat praised, his voice thick with desire.

"Now hold yourself open for me. I want to see what's mine." Dave took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He spread his cheeks wider, exposing his hole to Karkat's hungry gaze. He could feel Karkat's eyes on him, could feel the heat of his stare, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He heard Karkat's breath hitch, could practically feel his gaze tracing the sensitive skin of his hole, and he squirmed in an effort to get more of the sensation.

Karkat's fingers moved to Dave's hips, his grip tightening as he held Dave in place.

Dave could feel the heat of Karkat's body behind him, could feel the hard length of Karkat's cock pressing against his ass. He shifted slightly, trying to get some friction, but Karkat held him still, his breathing hot and ragged in Dave's ear. "Not yet, baby," he growled. "I want to look at you first. He was so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, the thought of Karkat looking at him like this, claiming him, sent a thrill of pleasure through his body.

He could feel the slickness of his own arousal dripping down his thighs, could feel the way his hole clenched and unclenched, eager for more.

Karkat's fingers traced the sensitive skin around Dave's hole, his touch light and teasing. "You're so wet for me, baby," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Your pussy is already begging for my cock."

Dave moaned, his hips pressing back against Karkat's touch, desperate for more. But Karkat held him still, his grip on Dave's hips firm and unyielding.

"Patience, baby," he whispered, his breath hot on Dave's neck. "I want to savor this moment. You look so fucking gorgeous, spread out for me like this."

Dave whimpered, his body trembling with need and anticipation. He could feel the heat of Karkat's gaze on him, could feel the weight of Karkat's desire, and it was almost unbearable. He could feel his own desire dripping down his thighs, could feel his hole fluttering and clenching, eager for Karkat's cock.

But Karkat held him in place, his fingers teasing and tormenting him, driving him absolutely insane with need.

"Please, Karkat," Dave begged, his voice a desperate, pleading whine.." Please Please Please"

Dave's voice was now a high-pitched plea, barely audible as he squirmed and writhed, desperate for release. He couldn't take much more of this teasing, this denial. He needed Karkat inside him, needed to feel his cock stretching him open, filling him up.

Karkat's fingers continued to trace lazy patterns around Dave's hole, driving him crazy with their casual touch. "You're being so impatient, baby," he murmured, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down Dave's spine.

"But I have to admit, you look fucking gorgeous like this. Spread out and begging for my cock." Dave's face flushed at Karkat's words, his body squirming with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Before he could respond, Karkat added, "And guess what? I've been filming this whole thing. Every little whine, every little squirm, every time you spread your cute little hole open for me."

Dave's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could process what Karkat had said, he felt the blunt head of Karkat's cock pressing against his entrance. He gasped, his eyes locking onto Karkat's as he slowly pushed into him. "Karkat," he breathed, his voice a mix of pleasure and shock.

He had expected Karkat to tease him some more, to draw out his anticipation, but instead, he felt Karkat's cock slowly filling him up, inch by agonizing inch.

"Boys who beg get what they want" Karkat whispered, his voice soothing yet firm. "Just relax and let me in. You've been waiting all day for this, haven't you?"

Dave nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Karkat's cock felt massive inside him, stretching him open, filling him completely.

Dave moaned, his back arching as he tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation. Karkat was unyielding, his grip on Dave's hips firm as he held him in place.

"Easy, baby," Karkat murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Just breathe. You can take it."

Dave nodded, his eyes tightly shut as he tried to relax his body and accept the intrusion. The burn was intense, but underneath it, there was a pleasure so deep it made him tremble.

"That's it, baby," Karkat praised, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all.

Take every inch of my cock, Davey," Karkat commanded, his voice a low growl as he started to move inside Dave, slowly at first, allowing Dave to adjust to the size of him. Dave let out a low moan, his body tensing as he took Karkat deeper inside him. He could feel every inch of Karkat's cock as it filled him up, stretching him in ways he hadn't felt before. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, a sensation that he couldn't quite grasp.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Davey," Karkat groaned, his fingers digging into Dave's hips as he started to move faster.

"You look even better on camera, all spread out and desperate for my cock." The reminder that Karkat had been filming him this entire time sent a shiver of humiliation and arousal down Dave's spine.

Dave's face flushed a deep red, his body tensing at the thought of Karkat watching him like this, filming him as he begged and squirmed for his cock. He tried to close his legs, to hide himself from the camera, but Karkat's grip on his hips was unyielding, holding him open and exposed.

"Give me your pussy," Karkat commanded, his voice a low growl as he thrust deeper into Dave.

"Show me how much you want it. Show me how desperate you are for my cock."

Dave whimpered, his body arching as he tried to meet Karkat's thrusts. He could feel the camera's gaze on him, the lens capturing every tremble, every gasp, every pleading look. He was exposed, vulnerable, and yet, the thought of Karkat watching him, filming him, sent a thrill of arousal through his body.

Karkat's fingers moved from Dave's hips to his chest, pinching and teasing Dave's nipples through his shirt. "Look at the camera, baby," he demanded, his voice firm. "Show them how much you love my cock. Show them how much you want it."

Dave hesitated, his eyes flicking to the camera before settling on Karkat's.

He knew what Karkat wanted, what he expected, but the thought of exposing himself like this, of showing the world just how much he craved Karkat's cock, was almost too much to bear.

Karkat chuckled, a low, dark sound that seemed to resonate through Dave's body. "Don't be shy, baby," he taunted, his hips moving in slow, torturous thrusts. "You've been begging for this all day. Now show everyone how much you want it."

Dave's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his body squirming with a mix of humiliation and desire.

But before he could fully process his thoughts, Karkat's grip on his hips tightened, and he began to thrust into Dave with a force that stole his breath away.

"Ah!" Dave gasped, his back arching as Karkat's cock slammed into him relentlessly. The sudden intensity sent jolts of pleasure and pain through his body, each thrust driving the air from his lungs and stealing his ability to think clearly. His hands clutched at the cushions, his fingers digging into the fabric as he tried to anchor himself against the onslaught.

"Fuck, Davey," Karkat groaned, his voice a low, primal sound, "Look at the camera.

Show them what a good little slut you are." Dave hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Karkat's face and the camera lens. He could feel the weight of Karkat's eyes on him, could feel the intensity of Karkat's gaze as he thrust into him, demanding, commanding. Slowly, Dave turned his head, his eyes meeting the cold, unblinking stare of the camera. The thought of being watched, of exposing himself like this, sent a shiver of humiliation and arousal down his spine. He bit his lip, his body trembling with the effort of holding Karkat's gaze and the camera's at the same time. "That's it, baby," Karkat praised, his voice a low, sultry drawl. "Show them how much you love it.

How much you need it." Karkat's voice was commanding, but Dave couldn't bring himself to reveal his face completely. He turned his head just enough for the camera to capture his profile, his eyes cast downwards, his cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal. The effort to hide his face made his body tense up, the pleasure of Karkat's thrusts morphing into a mixture of discomfort and desperation.

Karkat, noticing Dave's attempt to hide, chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "Come on, baby," he coaxed, his fingers gripping Dave's chin and turning his face towards the camera. "Don't be shy now. They want to see that pretty face of yours. They want to see how much you love my cock." Dave's breath hitched, his eyes flicking between Karkat and the camera.

He couldn't speak, couldn't form coherent thoughts as Karkat's cock pounded into him, relentless and demanding. His body was a dance of sensations, every nerve ending on fire. Karkat's fingers gripped Dave's chin, turning his face towards the camera. "Say it, Davey," he growled, his voice thick with desire and command. "Tell the camera how much you love my cock." But Dave couldn't respond, couldn't form the words. All he could manage was a string of incoherent moans and pants, his body convulsing with every hard thrust. "Come on, baby," Karkat taunted, his cock driving into Dave with such force that it stole his breath away. "Tell them how much you need it.

Tell them how much you crave it," Karkat demanded, his voice a low growl as he pounded into Dave with brutal force, stealing his breath away. Dave's body convulsed with every punishing thrust, his mind lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, his mouth open but no words coming out. He tried to speak, tried to form the words, but all that escaped were desperate, incoherent moans and pants, his body writhing and squirming under Karkat's onslaught.

Karkat smirked, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Use your words, baby" he taunted, his hips moving with relentless, punishing force.

"AAhhhhh, Kark-- ohhh, hhhh" Dave's words came out in a jumbled mess, his body shaking and writhing as Karkat's cock filled him completely, driving out any semblance of coherent thought. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing and relaxing in rapid succession as Karkat fucked him with a brutal, demanding rhythm.

Karkat chuckled, his fingers gripping Dave's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming even more savage. "Come on, baby," he growled, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "Tell me how much you love this cock. Tell me how much you want it."

Dave's body convulsed with every punishing thrust, his mouth open but no words coming out.

"Use your words, baby," he taunted, his hips moving with relentless, punishing force.

Dave's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing and relaxing in rapid succession as Karkat fucked him with a brutal, demanding rhythm.

With each thrust, Karkat's cock hit that spot deep inside Dave, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through him. He couldn't think, couldn't form words, could only feel.

"Fuck, Davey," Karkat groaned, his voice ragged with desire. "Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut. You love it, don't you? You crave it, don't you?"

Dave whimpered, his nails digging into the cushions beneath him. He couldn't deny it, couldn't lie.

"I—" he started, only for Karkat to thrust into him, stealing his breath and turning his words into a strangled moan. "......love it," he managed to gasp out, his fingers clawing at the cushions as Karkat's cock slammed into him again. He whined, his body arching to meet Karkat's punishing thrusts. Karkat smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched Dave squirm and moan beneath him. "That's it, baby," he purred, his hips moving in rapid, brutal thrusts. "Tell me what you are. Tell the camera what you are." Dave's mind raced, trying to form the words, but Karkat's cock plunged into him mid-sentence, stealing his breath and reducing his thoughts to a jumble of desperate need. "I-I'm..." he whimpered, his body convulsing as Karkat's relentless thrusts drove him closer to the edge. "I'm—" Karkat chuckled, his fingers digging into Dave's hips, his cock pounding into him with brutal force. "You're a slut, baby," he corrected, his voice a low growl.

"A dirty little whore who can't get enough cock." He slammed into Dave, robbing him of breath and thought. Dave's response was a choked-off whine, his body convulsing around Karkat's intrusion. "S-say it," Karkat demanded, his voice thick with desire as he began to thrust into Dave with merciless force. "Tell the camera you're a dirty little whore who loves cock." Dave's lips parted, a moan escaping as Karkat's cock hit that spot deep inside him. "Ah -- ah -- ahh--" was all he could manage before Karkat pulled back slightly, his cockhead teasing the rim of Dave's hole.

"Did I fuck you dumb, baby?" Karkat taunted, a smile playing on his lips. "It's okay, my good boy doesn't need to be smart. He just needs to let me in, have a slutty pussy that can't stand to be empty." He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing down Dave's back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "You're such a good little boy, Davey, taking my cock so well. But you know what would make it even better?" Karkat's voice dropped to a sultry purr as he leaned in, his breath hot on Dave's ear. "If you spread your legs a little wider for me. Give me a better view of your pretty little pussy."

Karkat murmured, his voice a low purr as he traced his fingers down Dave's back.

Dave's breath hitched, his body tensing at Karkat's words. "It's not a--" he started, but Karkat interrupted him with a low chuckle. "Oh, isn't it? Sure is full of cock for something that isn't a pussy." He thrust into Dave again, making him gasp and arch his back.

Dave's hands clutched at the cushions, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Karkat's cock relentlessly filled him. "Ah, Ah, Ah," Dave whined, his body squirming beneath Karkat, desperate for more but unable to form coherent thoughts or words. Karkat smirked, his fingers digging into Dave's hips as he set a punishing pace, punishing Dave for his earlier denials.

"You like that, don't you, pet?" he taunted, his voice thick with lust and amusement. "You like taking my cock, don't you? You're such a good little cockwarmer, always so eager for it."

Dave whined, his body shaking with each brutal thrust, his hands clawing at the cushions beneath him as he attempted to push back against Karkat's relentless assault. "Oh, fuck" he gasped, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, his thoughts scattered and incoherent.

"You're so good, baby," Karkat praised, his voice thick with lust and admiration as he thrust into Dave with rough, punishing strokes. "Laying there, letting me breed you. Hungry little pussy is so tight, so eager for my cock."

Karkat groaned, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as his hips slapped against Dave's ass. "You're so ready to be bred, aren't you, baby? Ready for me to fill you up with my cum, to make you mine."

Dave's body convulsed at Karkat's words, his mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. He had never heard anyone talk like this before, had never considered the idea of being 'bred' or 'made mine' in such a primal, possessive way. It was both frightening and thrilling, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine and made his heart race.

"Wh-what do you mean?" he gasped out, his body arching to meet Karkat's punishing thrusts.

"I'm going to breed you, Davey," Karkat growled, his voice thick with desire as he continued to pound into him. "I'm going to fill you up with so much of my cum that you'll be marked as mine, forever." He gripped Dave's hips tighter, his fingers digging into his flesh as he set a brutal pace, his thrusts becoming even more forceful.

"I want everyone to know who you belong to, baby," Karkat snarled, his voice thick with primal possession. "I want them to smell my scent on you, to know that you're mine. I'm going to breed you so deep, so full, that everyone will know you're my bitch. My little cumdump, my breeding hole." Dave's eyes widened at Karkat's words, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as his body convulsed with each punishing thrust. The thought of being called Karkat's bitch, of being bred like some kind of animal, sent a shiver of both humiliation and arousal down his spine.

"I-I'm not a bitch," Dave stuttered, his voice barely audible as his body convulsed with each brutal thrust. "And it's not a p-pussy. It's just an a-asshole." "Is that so, baby?" he taunted, his fingers digging into Dave's hips as he set a relentless pace. "Because it feels an awful lot like a pussy to me. A tight, hungry little pussy that can't get enough cock." He thrust into Dave with such force that it robbed him of breath, stealing any chance of a response.

"You're my bitch, Davey," Karkat growled, his voice thick with desire and possession. "You follow me around like a lost puppy, always eager to please. You jump at every chance to be near me, to touch me, to serve me. Even now, look at you, spread out and begging for my cock."

Karkat's fingers dug into Dave's hips, his grip tight and unyielding as he set a brutal pace. "You're always so eager to open up for me, to take me in, to make sure that I'm satisfied. You crave my approval, my praise, my touch. You're insatiable, always hungry for more. And when we fuck, you're so desperate.

You spread yourself open for me, always ready to take my cock, always ready to please me." Karkat's voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto Dave's as he continued to drive into him with brutal, relentless force. "You moan and whine, always so hungry for my touch, my praise, my cum." Karkat's fingers tightened on Dave's hips, his grip unyielding as he set a punishing pace.

"And everyone sees it, baby. Everyone sees how you look at me, how you follow me with those big, eager eyes. They see how you light up when I speak to you, how you laugh at my jokes even when they're not funny. They see how you try to touch me, how you brush up against me, desperate to feel my body against yours. And they see how you try to hide it, how you blush and look away, but they know, Davey. They know you're mine."

Karkat's pace began to slow, his voice dropping to a low, satisfied purr. "Everyone can see it, baby. They see the way you look at me, the way I look at you. They know we've finally done it. We've finally fucked, and you won't be able to hide it. It will be so obvious, Davey. You'll walk differently, move differently. Everyone will know that I've had you, that I've claimed you."

Karkat's thrusts became gentler, his fingers trailing up Dave's spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pulled out slightly, only to push back in slowly, a stark contrast to the brutal pace he had set before. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Dave's neck. "You'll be walking around with my marks all over you, baby.

Everyone will see it in the way you carry yourself, the way you look at me. They'll know you're different now, that you've been fucked, that you're mine. Your pussy will ache for days, a constant reminder of the cock that stretched it open. You won't be able to sit comfortably, won't be able to walk straight. You'll be sore and swollen, a walking advertisement for the cock that fucked you raw."

Karkat's voice was a low, satisfied purr as he trailed his fingers up Dave's spine, his thrusts slowing to a gentle pace.

"Your hole will be sore, baby. So sore that you'll be aware of it every moment of every day.

Every step, every move, every shift in your seat. Your pussy will be alive, Davey, always reminding you of who claimed it, who fucked it, who made it theirs. You won't be able to forget, even if you wanted to. You'll think about it all the time, baby. Every time you sit down, you'll remember the weight of my body on yours, the feel of my cock inside you. Every time you stand up, you'll remember the way I fucked you, the way I claimed you. And every time you look in the mirror, you'll see the marks I've left on you, the bruises and the bite marks, the evidence of our fucking. You'll think about it all the time, Davey. You'll crave it, dream about it, ache for it.

And you know what, baby?" Karkat's voice was a low, sultry whisper, his hips moving in slow, lazy thrusts. "I'll make sure you get it. I'll keep fucking you, since you need it so bad." He leaned in, his lips brushing against Dave's ear as he spoke, his breath hot and heavy. "Whenever you want it, whenever you're desperate for it, all you have to do is ask. And I'll give it to you, baby. I'll give you everything you need."

Karkat's voice was a low, husky growl in Dave's ear, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. "I'll fill you up with so much cum, baby. Enough to knock up several bitches in heat. But it'll all go to waste in your slutty little bitch butt." He chuckled darkly, his hand moving to Dave's hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling his head back. "You're such a good little cumdump, Davey. Always so ready to take it all, always so hungry for my load."

Dave's breath hitched, his body convulsing at Karkat's words. The thought of being filled with so much cum, of being used as nothing more than a receptacle for Karkat's desire, sent a shiver of humiliation and arousal down his spine.

Dave's body tensed, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Karkat's cock slowly slid in and out of him, a slow, torturous pace that drove him insane with need.

"You're going to be my little cumdump, aren't you, baby?" Karkat murmured, his voice a low, sultry drawl in Dave's ear. His fingers tightened in Dave's hair, pulling his head back further, exposing his throat to Karkat's hungry gaze. "You're going to take all of my cum, aren't you?

Like a good little bitch should," Karkat cooed, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction as he continued to thrust into Dave with slow, deliberate strokes. "Some boys are born bitches

, you know that? They're born with a hole that was made for fucking, a hole that craves cock. They're born with a need to please, to serve, to take it all. You were born like that, Davey. You were born a bitch, and you've spent your whole life trying to deny it. But you can't deny what you are, baby. You were born to be fucked, to be used, to be filled up with cock. It's in your nature, in every fiber of your being. And you know what? It's a beautiful thing. It's a gift, a blessing. You were born to be a good little cumdump, to take everything I give you and beg for more. And you do it so well, Davey. You take it all, every drop, every thrust.

You're a natural-born bitch, aren't you, baby?" Karkat cooed, his voice thick with lust as he continued to thrust into Dave with slow, deliberate strokes. "Must have been so hard for you before I found you, hmm? All that confusion, all that denial. Trying to be something you're not, fighting against your nature. You must have been so lost, so desperate for someone to show you who you really are, what you were meant to be. Isn't that right, baby?"

Dave whimpered, his body tensing as Karkat's words struck a nerve. He had spent so much of his life denying what he felt, what he craved, trying to fit into a mold that didn't quite fit.

Karkat cooed, "It must have been so hard for you, Davey, before I found you. You needed a real man to show you who you really are, what you were meant to be. You needed someone to take control, to show you how good it feels to give in, to submit, to be used. You must have been so lost, so desperate for someone to just take you, to use you, to claim you."

Karkat's thrusts slowed, his voice dropping to a low, sultry purr as he continued to speak. "Born bitches like you, they have little bitty cocks, useless things that can't satisfy even themselves. But you have your pussy to use, baby, a hungry, slutty hole that craves cock.

It's so much harder for you to hide, you know? You can't hide how much you need it, how much you crave it, how much you were born for it." Karkat's voice dropped even lower, a deep, husky rumble that sent shivers down Dave's spine. He could feel Karkat's breath on his neck, hot and heavy, as he spoke into his ear. "And I know, Davey. I knew the moment I saw you, that first day you came to my door, asking for a cup of sugar.

I saw the way you looked at me, the way you couldn't meet my eyes, the way your cheeks flushed when I smiled at you. I saw the need in you, the desire, the confusion. I saw you, Dave Strider, for what you really are. A lost little boy, desperate to find his purpose, desperate to understand who he is. And I knew, in that moment, that I was going to help you. I was going to show you who you are, what you were meant to be. I was going to take control, take you in hand, and show you the truth about yourself.

You've been fighting it, haven't you, baby?

All this time, trying to find some other way to satisfy that hunger, that need. Trying to ignore the way your body aches for cock, the way your hole clenches and unclenches, eager for a filling. You were born for this, baby. Born to be fucked, to be used, to be filled up with cock until you can't take anymore. And I'm going to give you everything you need, everything you've been missing. I'm going to take you in hand, take you in my arms, and show you the truth about yourself. You were born to be a good little cumdump, Davey.

A natural-born fucktoy, a hunger-driven hole. And I promise you, I'll never let you starve again." Karkat whispered, his voice a low, sultry drawl that sent shivers down Dave's spine. His grip on Dave's hair tightened, pulling his head back further, exposing more of his throat to Karkat's hungry gaze. Dave's body squirmed beneath him, a mix of humiliation and arousal washing over him in waves.

Karkat's free hand reached around, his fingers dancing over Dave's chest, pinching and teasing at his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Dave's breath hitched, his back arching as Karkat's touch sent jolts of pleasure through him. "M-mmm," he moaned, his body squirming beneath Karkat's as he tried to get more of his touch.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" Karkat purred, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched Dave squirm. "Aren't you glad I trained these things up?

They're perfect little targets, aren't they?" Karkat teased, his fingers tweaking Dave's nipples through the fabric of his shirt. Dave let out a moan, his hips bucking back against Karkat's thrusts, desperate for more. Karkat chuckled, his grip on Dave's hair tightening as he continued to fuck him with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Look at you, all squirming and moaning like a little bitch in heat," he cooed, his voice thick with amusement and fondness. "You love it when I play with your nipples, don't you, baby? Such a sensitive little fucktoy, always so eager for my touch."

Dave's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal at Karkat's words, his body squirming beneath him as he tried to get more of his touch. "Y-you shouldn't--" he started, but Karkat interrupted him with a low laugh.

"Shouldn't what, baby? Shouldn't touch my pet like he's mine? Shouldn't make him squirm and whine for my touch?" Karkat cooed, his fingers still dancing over Dave's chest, teasing and pinching at his nipples. Dave's body squirmed beneath him, a mix of humiliation and arousal making his face burn. "It's just... it's just so... embarrassing," he managed to gasp out, his hips moving in rhythm with Karkat's slow, deliberate thrusts. Karkat chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent shivers down Dave's spine. "Embarrassing? Baby, there's nothing embarrassing about it.

That's what you were made for, isn't it? Karkat cooed, his fingers still tracing circles around Dave's nipples, sending shivers down his spine. "You were made to squirm and beg for my touch, to whine and moan for my cock. Isn't that right, pet?" Karkat's voice was warm and affectionate, but Dave could still feel the undercurrent of command, of ownership.

"You know what I love most about your pussy, baby?" he murmured, his fingers still teasing Dave's nipples, sending shivers down his spine. "It's not just how tight and hungry it is, how eagerly it sucks my cock in. No, what I love most is how it makes that tiny thing of yours..... totally obsolete."

Dave's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal at Karkat's words, his hips squirming beneath him as he tried to process what he was saying. "Wha -- what?" he managed to gasp out, his body moving in rhythm with Karkat's slow, deliberate thrusts.

Karkat chuckled, his grip on Dave's hair tightening as he continued to fuck him with slow, deliberate strokes. "Come on, baby, you know what I mean.

That little thing between your legs is practically useless now, isn't it?" Karkat purred, his fingers continuing to tease Dave's nipples, sending shivers down his spine.

"You know why I love training you up like this, Davey? Because you're already a natural at it. That little cock of yours is practically useless now, isn't it? It's all about this hungry little pussy I've been working with. You've learned to come from there, to squirt like a good little bitch when I fuck you. Even if you try not to, your body knows what it wants, what it craves. It's so cute, watching you struggle. You're such a good little slut, trying to deny what you are, what you were born to do."

Dave's face flushed even brighter at Karkat's words, his body squirming beneath him as he tried to deny what he was saying.

"N-no, that's not true," he managed to gasp out, his hips bucking back against Karkat's thrusts, desperate to prove otherwise.

"Oh, really, baby?" Karkat growled, his pace quickening, his grip on Dave's hair tightening. "Because I think you're a natural-born slut, a hungry little pussy that can't get enough cock. And I think you're going to prove it to me right now, aren't you?" He began to fuck Dave harder, his hips moving with brutal force, each thrust driving Dave closer to the edge. "Come on, baby, you can't hold back, can you?

You're my little bitch now, and you're going to come for me, aren't you?" Karkat snarled, his pace becoming brutal, each thrust driving the air from Dave's lungs. "You're my fucktoy, my cumdump, my bitch. You're going to come on my cock like a good little slut, aren't you?" Dave's body convulsed with each merciless thrust, his mind a whirlwind of humiliation and arousal. He could feel his orgasm building, threatening to overwhelm him, but he tried to fight it, to hold it back. "No, I -- I won't --" he gasped out, his body squirming beneath Karkat, desperate to deny him. But Karkat only laughed.

"You think you can hold it back, baby? You think you can deny it? You're a bitch in heat, a slut in need of a good, hard fucking. And you're going to come, Davey. You're going to come on my cock like a good little bitch, because that's all you are now. A cock-hungry, cum-thirsty slut." His thrusts grew harder, more punishing, every stroke driving the air from Dave's lungs. "You love it, don't you? You love being fucked, being used, being claimed. You love feeling my cock stretch your little pussy out, making it mine. You love feeling my cum fill you up, marking you as my bitch. You can't hold back, Davey. A bitch like you can't deny what it needs.

Look at you, fucking yourself back onto my cock, stuffing that hungry little pussy full of me" Karkat taunted, his hips moving with brutal, forceful thrusts, driving Dave closer and closer to the edge. "It's so cute, seeing you like this, so desperate and pathetic. You're leaking out precum, baby. Your cock knows you're being bred, knows it's not coming in anyone and just needs to squirt out untouched." Karkat chuckled, his grip on Dave's hair tightening as he continued to fuck him with merciless force. Dave's body convulsed with each punishing thrust, his moans growing louder, more desperate as he tried to hold back his orgasm.

"N-no, I c-can't," he whimpered, his body shaking with the effort of denying Karkat the satisfaction he craved.

But Karkat was relentless, his cock finding the perfect angle to grind against Dave's prostate, sending electric shocks of pleasure through his body. "You're such a good little bitch, Davey," Karkat purred, his voice thick with amusement and fondness as he continued to grind against that sensitive spot. "Look at you, squirming and moaning like a whore in heat. You love it when I fuck your prostate, don't you? You love feeling me grind against it, making you leak like a pathetic little slut. And look, there it is," he taunted, his fingers reaching down to stroke Dave's cock, now leaking with precum. "Your cock knows you're being bred, knows it's not getting touched today. It's just leaking out, begging to be milked like the slutty little thing it is.

You can't hold back anymore, can you, Davey?" Karkat taunted, his cock grinding against Dave's prostate with brutal precision. "Your pussy is clenching around me so tight, begging for my cum. You're so close, aren't you, baby? So close to squirting for me like a good little bitch." Karkat's voice was a low, sultry drawl, his fingers digging into Dave's hips as he relentlessly pounded into him.

Dave's eyes roll back in his head, mouth slack and panting. "Ah - ah- hh" he moans, his body convulsing as Karkat's cock rubs against his prostate with each punishing thrust. Karkat's grip on him tightens, his hips moving with brutal force. "There you go, you filthy little cock-drunk bitch," he snarls, his voice thick with amusement and fierce affection. "You're going to come for me, aren't you? You're going to squirt your load all over yourself while I fuck your tight. little. pussy. aren't you?"

Dave comes, helplessly, his body tensing and then releasing, his thighs clamping around Karkat's waist as he does.

"hhhhhhhhhhhh," Dave gasps, his back arching, his eyes rolling back in his head.

He can't help it. He's coming, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that leaves him breathless, his body shaking and convulsing like he's being electrocuted. Karkat doesn't stop, doesn't let up. If anything, he fucks Dave even harder, his hips moving with brutal, relentless force, his cock grinding against Dave's prostate with every punishing thrust.

"Look at you, little bitch," he taunts, his voice thick with amusement. "You can't even control your own body anymore. You're just a fuckdoll, a hole for me to use. And you love it, don't you? You love being used, being filled up with my cum."

Dave's body convulses with each merciless thrust, his orgasm still rippling through him, but Karkat shows no signs of stopping. He continues to fuck Dave with brutal, unyielding force, his cock rubbing against Dave's prostate with every thrust, sending electric shocks of pleasure and pain through his body.

"My best, sluttiest boy, coming from his pussy," Karkat grins, his grip on Dave's hips tightening, his fingers digging into Dave's flesh.

He continues to fuck Dave with relentless force, each thrust driving his cock deep into Dave's lax, used hole. Dave is a limp, boneless mess, his body completely slack, his face pressed into the mattress, his mouth open and drooling, his ass raised high in the air, completely submissive and accepting of Karkat's brutal pounding.

Karkat watches the sight with a kind of fond amusement.

"That's my good boy," he murmurs, his voice softening as he slows his pace, his hips still moving but no longer with that brutal, punishing force. "That's my good little bitch. You're gonna let me keep fucking your hole, right, sweetheart?" he coos, his fingers gently stroking Dave's back, tracing patterns that are soothing and comforting.
"Uh huh........." moans out Dave, insensate.

Karkat smirks, a soft, warm smile that transforms his entire face. "Oh angel, I'm so proud of you." His hands trail down Dave's back, lingering on the soft curve of his waist before gripping his hips once more.

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