Aaron's stomach would have turned if his body had been under his own control but he wasn't. Instead, he felt his hand grip Wyatt's happily and he felt his body lead himself and the smaller young man into one of the open rooms.
Chuck didn't need to follow. In his modifications to the house, he had added AV equipment that would have made the most paranoid homeowner blush. He had cameras and audio receivers covering every possible angle. The visible ones were there but he also had hidden cameras spread throughout. He had even assigned a specific AI to track the movements of people in the rooms and shift to the best angles. He had the ability to be the most sophisticated pornographer in the world.
Sighing, Chuck settled into one of the comfortable chairs in the living room to watch this play out.
Aaron's body guided Wyatt into one of the well appointed bedrooms. When they got in the room, his arms wrapped around the smaller boy and he brought him into a long kiss. Aaron was revolted but it was like he was a passenger in his own body. He could feel and taste it all and he couldn't pull away.
He felt Wyatt pull on the stupid suspenders holding up his gay-as-hell shorts. And the denim hotpants dropped lower, revealing a nest of pubes.
Aaron felt his hands push the garments to the floor.
Then, laughing without volition, Aaron flopped down on the bed, his body completely displayed except for the open denim shirt. Aaron felt the weight of Wyatt's body press into him as he laid on top of him.
Aaron's arms groped around him, pulling him close to his furry chest as they once again locked each other in a heavy kiss. After a while they came up for breath, Wyatt saying, "This is better than I could have ever dreamed."
Aaron felt his voice catch as he said, "Now show me what that tool can do." His arms pushed Wyatt up from the bed and he found himself pulling his legs behind his head.
Wyatt stood there for a moment, the club between his legs dropping under its own weight but rock hard and ready.
Arron's gaping ass was fully on display, his large floppy cock, pressed into his now muscled and fuzzy torso. He felt the cold air on his open and dripping mancunt. He wanted to die. He wanted to disappear. He wanted to kill Chuck and Wyatt for twisting him into this distorted manslut version of himself but instead, he said, "Hurry up and breed my ass!"
Wyatt paused for another moment, taking it all in.
Then, he gave a short grunt and began to work his cock slowly in to Aaron's ass.
Aaron could feel the tip push in. He could feel it as it slowly glided deep inside him. Hell, he could feel Wyatt's heartbeat pulsing deep within him. He let out a long breath and then he said, "Hurry up and show me what you've got."
Wyatt needed no further encouragement. He rammed in balls deep, his hips slapping against the twin mounds of Aaron's ass. Aaron let out a mental howl. His body did the same but managed to temper it with desire.
Wyatt began to dick him good, pistoning in and out with the abandon of a rabbit.
To Aaron, it felt like it went on for hours but after eight or ten minutes or so of rapid thrusting, he felt Wyatt tense up and he felt the spunk start to paint his interior. His ass burned as hot ropes of cum began to coat his insides spurt after spurt.
He felt Wyatt pull out and he noticed the puddle of cum that had formed on his abdomen as a result of Wyatt's pounding, his own orgasm a result of only the stimulation of having his hole wrecked by his former partner in the mission field.
Aaron felt the hot wetness gushing from his ass and the wet suction as the tip of Wyatt's cock pulled free and he wanted to wretch again. He had been bred like an animal and he had grinned and moaned like a bitch throughout.
Instead of tell him off, Aaron found himself saying, "Let me clean you up." and motioning to his mouth.
He dropped his legs down on the splat of the massive load and leaned forward and pulled Wyatt to him with his large arms. In seconds, he was working Wyatt's softening cock with his mouth and throat as the smaller man straddled him.
At least, that was, until he was working Wyatt's hardening cock toward another orgasm, the taste of cum and his own juices still permeating the experience.
Finally, Wyatt pulled away from him, blasting his face and chest with another blast.
Aaron laid back, his body basking in the spent cum, his mind reeling at what he'd been forced to do.
Wyatt stood over him panting for a moment and then said, "I'm going to go get cleaned up." Wyatt dismounted the bed and sauntered to the bathroom like a conquering king. He glanced back at his spent lover on the bed and said with a soft smile, "Wanna join me?"
Aaron's mind gawked at his formerly respectable friend but instead said with a tired looking smile, "I'm going to lay here and enjoy this for a while." He lazed back and Wyatt went to the bathroom and started the shower.
As he began to clean, Aaron laid there until he saw Chuck in the doorway.