Chapter 3: Climax
Tyler wanted to see Vinny as he used the onahole.
It was a twisted fantasy that had taken root in his mind, but one too mesmerizing to ignore.
Tyler used the onahole that night, but it wasn't like hearing Vinny in the bathroom at work. He made sure to fuck it well, but there wasn't the satisfaction of Vinny's reaction.
Tyler's thoughts were consumed by the prospect of Vinny's submission, his own body crying out for release by the hands of his coworker.
Tyler felt an insatiable desire to have Vinny submit to him, and the magic onahole had become an essential tool for him. Each night, for a week, Tyler would return home and indulge in his fantasies, using the onahole as a substitute for Vinny's body.
But Tyler's patience was beginning to wane. How was he supposed to get them into a private setting without Vinny seeing Tyler use the onahole?
Tyler mulled it over for days, the idea of Vinny's submission festering within his mind. Then, it struck him – the perfect opportunity.
He devised a clever scheme to satisfy his hunger for domination over Vinny.
Vinny loved the Rock band AC/DC, his car stereo blaring "Highway To Hell" as he pulled out of the office parking lot after work hours.
Tyler took a break from using the onahole nightly as he purchased tickets to their concert.
He would gift one to Vinny. For the excuse that Vinny had not been his loud, bullying self since he started using the onahole.
Tyler would present the gift out of sympathy instead of his hidden revenge. Giving Vinny tickets to go to an AC/DC concert would be a "genuine gift and a way to bond", little did Vinny know that it would put him in a situation where Tyler would have him at his mercy.
Tyler waited until lunch the following day to present Vinny with the concert tickets, his heartbeat accelerating with nervous anticipation.
Vinny’s brows furrowed when Tyler approached his office desk, holding out the folded envelope. “What's this?” he asked gruffly.
Playing it innocent, Tyler replied, “Just a little something for you. I noticed you've been a bit down lately, and I thought you might enjoy it.”
Vinny eyed him suspiciously but took the envelope. When he opened it and saw the concert tickets inside, surprise washed over him, followed by a smile, but it seemed forced.
“Fuck, really?” he said, clearing his throat as he stuffed the tickets into his back pocket. “Thanks, man.
I wasn't expecting this,” Vinny said, trying to hide his delight with a facade of indifference.
“I was telling you, I meant what I said,” Tyler said cheerfully. “I just hope you enjoy the show.”
Vinny shrugged, a hint of confusion in his eyes. “If it's an actual AC/DC concert, I'm know I'll enjoy it.”
Tyler gave a tight-lipped smile, his mind buzzing with ideas. He knew, though, that the real fun was just beginning.
What Vinny didn't know is that Tyler had also bought a ticket for himself. His plan was to go and catch Vinny in public and use the onahole.
The night of the concert, Tyler showed up early, wearing a black leather jacket, his hair styled neatly. He scanned the crowd, his eyes squinting against the sea of faces.
Vinny was dressed in a faded black AC/DC t-shirt, his pants slung low on his hips. He was chatting animatedly with a group of friends, his laughter boisterous and infectious.
Tyler weaved through the crowd, taking deep breaths to quell the excitement building in his core.
Vinny looked... Happy. Excited. A little guilt edged into Tyler's heart. He was about to ruin the fun. But hadn't Vinny tortured him enough through the years?
This time he had the power to turn the tables and it felt so good.
He watched from a distance as Vinny hung out with friends, chatting and laughing. People around them had started gathering close to the stage where the famous band was about to start playing.
Tyler took this moment to put on his headphones and pull out the magic onahole from his bag. He'd chosen a location with less crowd, where he could see Vinny clearly in the distance. As he looked at him through binoculars, Tyler's fingers moved intimately over the sensual shape of the onahole, tracing its intricate contours as he licked his lips in anticipation.
The phantom image of Vinny's naked body pressed up against the onahole flickered through his mind. Tyler imagined Vinny's hard muscles, his flushed skin, and the look of pure, unbridled ecstasy that would cross his face as Tyler took control.
Thoughts of Vinny's surrender consumed him, and he rolled his hips, rubbing circles around the tip of the onahole before pushing a finger in deeply.
The magic onahole tightened around him, as if mimicking Vinny's ass.
Tyler moaned quietly to himself, feeling his hunger for Vinny growing stronger with every pulse of his finger against the onahole's slick inner walls. The onahole, made from some otherworldly substance, felt like flesh and heat combined. It was a cruel imitation of the real thing, but it would have to do for now.
Over the speakers, Tyler could hear the rumble of drums, the first opening notes of AC/DC's set. There had been an excited bounce to Vinny before but as soon the finger entered the onahole, Vinny froze and looked around nervously. Tyler thought he caught Vinny mouthing the mantra, "Not now. Not now." But his words did nothing to dampen Tyler's excitement. He continued moving his fingers against the slick inner walls of the onahole, watching intently as Vinny's face grew more and more flushed.
The rhythm of the drums and guitars from the stage pulsed through the crowd, drowning out the whirring of his headphones. A thin sheen of sweat broke out on Tyler's brow as he observed Vinny, his breath coming in shallow pants.
There is an intense, sensual moment then an AC/DC song started to play and the beat synced up with the movement of Vinny's hips and Tyler's moving finger. Vinny's hand moved to his mouth and he gently bit his fingers.
Vinny was so sexy, Tyler softly let out a moan.
His hips continued moving to the beat, subtly humping the air, driving Tyler insane with each roll of his firm, muscular ass.
Tyler couldn't keep his eyes off Vinny. His swelling cock strained against the confines of his pants. A dribble of pre-come moistened the tip and made his briefs cling in a sensual embrace to his urgent shaft. His mind raced as he fingered the onahole faster, letting out hungry little gasps at Vinny's increasingly provocative movements.
The music roared on, echoing the desire thrumming in Tyler's chest as Vinny's body involuntarily shifted along with the pace of Tyler's fingers. Vinny seemed to be holding it together pretty well. The blending of the music and pleasure looked so good on his blissed out face.
As explicit music pounded in his ears and the thrill of the crowd whirled around him, he closed his eyes and indulged in the most vivid sexual fantasy of his life.
His finger slid deeper inside the onahole, his experienced touch knowing just how to say fuck it, knowing exactly what spots to hit, what pressure to apply, so it became as close to reality as possible.
Tyler watched Vinny's body convulse in time with the music, Vinny's hips moved faster, closer to the edge. The music blared louder, caught up in the passionate rhythm, Tyler lost himself in the moment.
Finally Vinny suddenly broke away from his friends and Tyler almost missed him move. It was fast and desperate looking. Tyler followed him.
Vinny pushed his way through the writhing mass of people, his destination unclear. Yet, Tyler had no intention of losing him in the crowd.
Once he caught up with Vinny, Tyler watched him stumble into a poorly lit, isolated alley. The dark, damp walls looked grimy, streaked with dirt and neglect.
But Tyler did not care; the prize at the end of this chase had captured all of his attention.
Vinny leaned back against the alley's damp wall, his large body dwarfing the enclosed space.
The dim light barely illuminated the space, but Tyler saw the sweat trickling down Vinny's strong forearms. He watched as Vinny's gaze flicked around the weird isolation, eyes darting and confused.
Tyler hid himself in the shadows and behind a few garbage cans. He flicked his pants open fast and didn't hesitate. Vinny wasn't aware of him, but he could see Vinny's reactions clearly. He plunged his cock into the onahole.
Vinny's body went ridged and he leaned against the brick of the alley wall. "Fuck!" Vinny pushed down his pants and his hand was on his cock. "Yes, don't stop. Fuck me." Vinny tossed his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he succumbed to the onslaught of pleasure brought on by Tyler's relentless rhythm with the magic onahole.
THAT was a beautiful music to Tyler's ears. Vinny looked so good. His muscular chest heaved as he bit down on his lower lip, body writhing in pleasure against the grime of the alley wall. Unable to contain himself, Tyler began to move against the onahole faster, harder, chasing his own body’s demands.
He imagined the onahole’s slick flesh was Vinny, all hard, taut muscle and moans that took over every bit of him, that consumed him. His balls tightened and he squeezed them in his hand as he worked the magic device.
The room around him faded as he focused solely on Vinny's responses. The shadows from the nearby cityscape played across Vinny's quivering form as he pounded away relentlessly, his hips rolling forward to meet the onahole that mimicked Vinny's fists and touch.
Vinny's heavy breathing grew more frenzied as Tyler's speed picked up, the sounds of their frantic lust echoed in the otherwise silent alleyway. Tyler's hand tightened around the onahole as he began to sense the tremors in Vinny's body.
He couldn't believe it - Vinny was actually surrendering to this. His heart thundered with anticipation, his muscles tensed as he continued to fuck the onahole's silky cavern with his cock with loving precision.
Vinny's voice rose in a gasp of sheer pleasure, breaking the silence of the alley. He leaned against the brick wall, thrusting against the onahole with unabashed need.
"Fuck me," Vinny whispered desperately. His back was arched off the brick wall. His hips moved with Tyler's movement. He was begging, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," under his breath. His face was turned upwards and Tyler could see his eyes rolled back in Ecstasy. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on Vinny's brow, his mouth agape in utter pleasure. "Fuck, Tyler. That feels so fucking good."
Tyler stopped. his skin broke out in a cold sweat.
Vinny said his name. Vinny was fantasizing about HIM? What? or did he somehow see him?
Vinny groaned and gave a frustrated jerk to stand up because Tyler had suddenly stopped. "Damn it, so close..." There was no indication Vinny knew he was there.
Tyler's heart raced at the realization that Vinny was fantasizing about him. His suspicion was confirmed - Vinny was thinking about him while using Tyler's secret weapon against him.
This revelation sent a dark thrill coursing through Tyler's veins, rekindling his desire with a fiery passion. Tyler's hands moved greedily over the onahole, eager to grant Vinny his twisted wish.
The onahole heated under Tyler's touch, each thrust of his cock stimulating a new euphoria. Vinny sank back into pleasure and jerking himself off.
The air was thick with lust as Tyler and Vinny succumbed to their desires, the music from the concert making the whole experience even more intense.
Vinny's pleas echoed through the dimly lit alleyway as his body arched back against the brick wall, his fingers gripping the sides of the onahole as Tyler fucked him from a distance. The music swelled around them, their bodies swaying to the rhythm as the crowd on the other side of the wall danced and sang along.
They both came.
Tyler moaned loudly and Vinny's head jerked up. His eyes flew open and landed on Tyler in the shadows.
"T-Tyler?" Vinny couldn't believe his eyes.