Harry Potter X Undertale: Fate of Two Worlds: Battle of Ages


 * 1) Tyrone Wilson was left to himself in his dorm again, adjusting his hair and adding just a tinge of eye shadow to his eyelids. The fluorescent-lit room was coated with a very dull blue and the floors were bleakly gray concrete. Wilson always assumed the color scheme was intentionally, as if it were meant to drain the creativity out of you, stifle your ability to think, and make you docile. That's what it felt like to him, anyway, with the Foundation driving their employees like dogs who do all the real dirty work. Wilson looked over himself in the mirror; not that there was anything new, just reaffirming that he wasn't losing his mind as he so often had to worry about in this hellhole. He had a thin build (somewhat sickly thin), black hair combed down to hide his huge forehead, rather big baby eyes which contradicted his empty boring gray eyes. Wilson was not masculine by any means really, and was very taken with his feminine appearance like his koala bear eyes and wide hips. He even had started strutting like a girl does, at first ironically with some of the less dickish guards as a joke but eventually it became a habit which he enjoyed doing and caught himself in the act more than he cared to admit.
 * 2) But the thing most feminine about Wilson was... his sizable posterior. Though he has never said it aloud to himself, he really liked the fact his butt was so... big. When no one was looking, Wilson would sometimes play with it as he thought to himself. It was so squishy and malleable that if wasn't connected to his own body, he would've never guessed that was all real flesh he was feeling. It was so smooth, and when he was very self-conscious he could fell it jiggle as he walked. Wilson was not very proud of much of anything in his life, but among the few things he was glad to say he had was his nice ass. He knew; he's gotten looks from even the straighter guys at the compound because of his behind. It sorta made him blush.
 * 3) But Wilson didn't have a love life, so there was no one to share this fine piece with. Glancing over at the toilet where he was reminded was not in an individual restroom, the poor guard remembered how shitty he had it. He sighed, figuring he might as well brush his teeth while he was at the sink which the mirror hung over. Looking harder in the mirror, Wilson saw how pale his skin really was though it was hard to tell if that was just the lighting or he was just exaggerating how white he was. Convinently enough, his roommate Martin stepped in reminding Ty that it was break time. The Foundation had alloted time for lower level security workers to have recreational hours in a very formulated schedule. Which amazed Wilson, considering how often there are unexpected "mishaps" working with all these unnatural monstrosities. Finishing gargling his mouth wash, the tingling still in his mouth, he followed Martin out to the cafeteria.
 * 4) "More make-up, Wilson? You need to knock that off," remarked Martin as they made their way down the hall.
 * 5) "And you need to stop fiddling with that knife," coldly returned Wilson. Martin was twirling the blade in his hand until he mentioned it.
 * 6) "If you keep shadowing your eyes, people might get the wrong idea." Implying they don't think that already.
 * 7) "I could say the same about you." Wilson glared at Martin's wrists. With that, Martin shut his yapper.
 * 8) Entering the lunchroom, Martin asked if Wilson wanted the "same old" that was answered with an absent-minded nod. Wilson went to his usual seat in this mock-up mess hall. There were the usual rectangular tables where people ate, no longer than what was necessary for eight people to sit at. The tables weren't very organized though, as they were just scattered about carelessly around the room to the liking of the guards. There was a chess board set up with a mid-match game layout even though no one was at the circular table that it was featured on. Apparently whoever started the game decided to continue it some other time. Staring blankly off into space, Wilson started to suck finger just a little bit. He thought about how, despite the nature of the Foundation's work, routine and therefore predictable the regular day is. Even with the rampaging not-lizard and invisible mold that can grow on your body, things were sometimes too normal (at least in Wilson's eyes).
 * 9) Wilson snapped to reality when Martin returned with both of their trays made from some ceramic type material. On it was the usual: some fries with ketchup, ding dong cakes, and a side of ice cream. Martin, as he usually did, stared at the tray with much inquisition even though he never vocalized anything about it. The two ate in solidarity silence, which was typical. Wilson made sure not to get any food on his black-blue uniform, Kevlar vest, or any of the bulletproof padding that adorned him. Neither were really in a hurry either, as guard work wasn't very exciting when your routine cycle landed onto one of the safer skips. However, Wilson observed Martin was intentionally eating more meticulously today, as if it savoring the meal with the very real possibility that it could be his last.
 * 10) "Which skip," asked Wilson flatly.
 * 11) "Oh-two-nine."
 * 12) "Hmm. Unfortunate."
 * 13) "You?"
 * 14) "Eighteen-ten."
 * 15) Not people for small talk, the two left it at that with everything that needed to be known, was. Finishing his plate, Wilson laid the used plate in the dirty pile and went on to his designated work station for that. Well, if you could call standing by a door and monitoring a hallway by glancing to and fro a "work station." Not like Wilson could tell the difference anymore as he imagined it was the same feeling that working in a cubicle would feel like.
 * 16) Like muscle memory, Wilson made his way down to SCP-1810's entrance with very little thought about his surroundings, his mind focused on other more important things. Like the abstract, the great beyond, and the bleak reality what actually comes after this all; all the while he stared at his feet. Everyone else did their same old thing too; doing everything like an ant, never deviating from the usual grind of things. Another one of those which made Wilson believe that this was how the Foundation dehumanized you, with encouraging everyone to do the same thing ad infinitum like a clock that reset itself, never making a mistake or miscalculation. The only interference was when a breach occurred or third-party like Marshal, Carter, and Dark or the Insurgency or the Serpent's Hand poked their nose where it didn't belong. For Wilson, those two things were something that didn't happen to him much. Only, this day had a little more variety than generally. Making his twelveth turn like he usually did, Wilson bumped into a gentleman garbed in a labcoat; a researcher. Not unordinary in himself, his behavior and of course presence in that hallway was atypical. His reddish-brown hair was very fine and combed, with a glisten of wetness in it and his face uncannily reminded Wilson of one of those soap opera beefcakes. He was very earnest, blushing in bashfulness and apologizing immediately for being in the way, removing himself from Wilson's normal daily equation. Wilson was struck by the event's unusuality.
 * 17) Once at his "workplace," Wilson stood. And he stood. And he stood a little more. It was another one of those days which brought absolutely nothing new. No new personnel, just the same old staff who entered 1810's chamber; no new remarks, obviously nothing was planned for the skip other than what was happening now; no new problems, as Wilson didn't overhear anything he didn't already know. There was a new face on 1810's schedule it appeared though, as Wilson had never seen this recruit during his shifts at 1810's door. And it was obvious that the guard was very new, as he was giving Wilson the look, which Wilson remedied by abruptly introducing himself with his usual monotone and clearly masculine voice. Taking the sign, the recruit bit his tongue, adjusted his posture, and became a little redfaced. He loved getting that reaction out of people, as it bemused him greatly when people found out he was male and not just another piece of eye-candy.
 * 18) As Wilson groaned from the droning boredom of guard work, one of the researchers, Dr. Kurtz, opened the door and addressed Wilson. "Mr. Tyrone, would you fetch me my kit from my closet? You'll know it when you see it." Even though it wasn't his closet, that was a nasty habit of Kurtz's: everything was his. Complying, Wilson waltzed down the hallway, murmuring how irresponsible it was for Dr. Kurtz to have left his kit again. Approaching the SHARED supply closet, Wilson heard loud rustling coming from inside. The sound of metal clinking on the ground was especially loud, indicating that things were being knocked off shelves and/or their respective places. Drawing his pistol, Wilson put his back to the wall and his hand to the knob. Looking through the narrow rectangular window of the closet door, Wilson identified what other noise he heard as he neared the door: the muffled sound of love-making. Lo and behold it was the earnest labcoat from before, who was smothering a blonde female guard who was already half-naked, her vest lying on the ground alongside the black-blue uniform shirt. Her bra had a floral pattern of violet and purple flowers of some exotic origin. Wilson would've opened the door just then if he hadn't noticed how... passionate labcoat was with her. It wasn't some fake kissing; it was slow, romantic, cautionary to not push the wrong button. He was so delicate with her, stopping every now and again to press his nose against her's, acknowledging her apparent wishes to be gentle with her body. Wilson imagined the heat of another's body next to his, yearning for that kind of treatment, that lust and want of his body. The labcoat was had such savvy that he didn't even remove her bra, only occasionally groping her breasts with a sincerity that would flatter any woman. Standing up, the guard started to unzip his pants and Wilson knew he had to break it up now before the act became more involved. Facing away from the window, Wilson slammed on the door a few times, notifying that the two the jig was up. The door flew open, and the two ran out with their clothes in their arms. Wilson took this moment to breath, realizing how hot in the face he was. His face wasn't the only place where his blood rushed to, concealing his shame by crossing his legs in a feminine manner.
 * 19) Hurrying into the closet, Wilson grabbed Kurtz's kit and rushed back down to the door, hoping neither the newbie or the doctor would notice how proud below the naval he was. Once there, his fellow guard noticed the awkward position Wilson was running in but Wilson didn't bother with that, opening 1810's door with keycard and finding Kurtz standing not too far beyond it. Kurtz evidently was expecting a hastier retrieval by the look on his ugly mug, and he was armed with a lecture about pertinence of being impeccable in his line of work, but was not able to deliver as Wilson hastily tossed the kit, for it was not heavy in the least bit, to the good doctor and just as quickly returned to his post. Kurtz's "Hmph!" was so audible Wilson could still hear it through the metal door, his snobbery quite detestable to Wilson had it not been for him still trying hide the erection. For the rest of the shift, no one said anything to Wilson and everything went according to schedule.
 * 20) After his shift was over at four in the morning (Wilson despised the horrible hours, being far from preferrable), the guard began suckling on his bottle of hard scotch on his top bunk. For the first time in a very long while, he was crushed about his lackluster love life, leeching the liveliness from his face. In his mind, the toxic and sour thought of not having a consort of any kind. Perhaps it came from his hate of people, being able to list off on one hand people he didn't hate. Even then, the Foundation prohibited extended relationships especially. Wilson, in bitterness, smashed the scotch bottle by chunking it harshly to the ground below. His roommate came in and, seeing the busted bottle with a leftover scotch puddle still stretching on the hard gray concrete floor, automatically was a wave of discontent and disfavored presence. He looked up to see Wilson hugging his knees, huddled to the corner of the bed with an expression of contempt.
 * 21) Martin hopped up to Wilson's bunk and sat down patiently on the bed. Wilson only responded by nudging himself away from his peer like an upset child. Sighing, Martin said, "What's the matter?" Under normal conditions, Wilson would never answer a question like that. But he already had too much to drink to know better to not answer.
 * 22) "I don't have anyone," he muttered under his breath, incomprehensibly.
 * 23) "What?"
 * 24) "I don't have anyone to fuck!" Wilson shouted with a start, fists clenched. He hit the mattress.
 * 25) "Oh c'mon man. Don't be hung up on that."
 * 26) "Shut up."
 * 27) Martin looked down for a while, letting Wilson's steam pass. "Listen, why I take you to rec room? I'm going there myself?" Martin was getting a little impatient. Still having a curt scowl and holding his legs, Wilson nodded in his intoxicated stupor. Stepping over the glass, the two headed to the recreational room.
 * 28) The room was pretty lonely at this time of the night. Mostly there were lower-level guards and some other bottom-level tier staff like janitors and basic technicians and nurses. The only janitor who had anything higher a level one security card was Scruffy, who just so happened to be there. No one knew his real name except maybe the O5s. And probably Clef, the bastard. Not that you needed to know his real name, because Scruffy sufficed well enough and that was the only name he reacted to. He looked just like his name applied: scruffy, most definitely with that raggedy white beard. He was making friendly with some the new recruits, retelling some of his stories from the some long thirty years he worked at the Foundation as a janitor. Wilson could no longer tell if the tales were entirely truthful, not that it would make a difference if there was a distinction on the thin line of fact and fiction, and in the world of the Foundation it was impossible to say for sure what was real and what was not.
 * 29) Sitting down, Wilson watched as Martin chatted it up with his douchy friends. People came in and out of the room, all people Wilson either hated or had no strong feelings of either way. His neutrality alongside with his distaste of change hindered Wilson's ability to make friends and meet new people. Half an hour must've passed before Martin came back to ask how his roommate was faring.
 * 30) "Feeling better yet?"
 * 31) "No," came Wilson with a tone of a bratty child.
 * 32) "Ugh. Fine, then don't come back to the dorm until you're done with this litte episode. I don't want to clean up anymore of your messes because you got upset and got drunk. You need to get over it." Wilson was too consumed with his disquieting thoughts to say anything to Martin.
 * 33) With that, Wilson was left to himself. It never came to him until seeing the labcoat and the blonde in the closet how much he wanted someone to touch him. No one had touched him in so long, certainly not since he came to the Foundation. He desired that physical intimacy that only lovers could have, but no one here was worth his time let alone anyone who could treat him the way he wanted to be treated during sex. The romanticism, the passion, the lust: he wanted what that ditz-headed blonde had. His envy grew stronger and faster and more ravenous. If only there was someone who could give that to him, if onl--
 * 34) Then "he" walked in. Barging into the rec room, Dr. Orion Lavrov went right to the coffee machine and poured himself another black cup of the rich darkness into his own mug which he had brought from home-- a subtle dark red. He was clearly going late in the dark hours of the day to finish some project. Of the few people Wilson didn't hate, Lavrov was one of them and not only that but a person Wilson had spent quite a big chunk of time with, especially after the incident with the Cockatrice. He was kind of tall, dark haired, with defining cheekbones. Masculine. Gentlemanly, just like how Wilson wanted. The fact that Lavrov had fell into SCP-006 before also helped his attraction factor, looking ten or fifteen years younger than the average 49-year-old. And the two were about as close as you could be in the Foundation, doing odd jobs every now and again for each other. Wilson, in his drunken state, found Lavrov more attractive than usual, not that Lavrov was ever unattractive to Wilson. Only now did he see how appealing the doctor really was. One thing: Lavrov never showed any sexual interest in Wilson. That was just a part of his personality, as Wilson knew too well. But Wilson was too obsessed with having that romance he saw in the supply closet, he couldn't let this opportunity slide. He began, in the deepest fathoms of his mind, to develop a plot to get Lavrov to fuck him. And as he thought about it more and more, he saw he had just the right resources to get him to his goal. Wilson licked his lips.
 * 35) Waking up the next morning, Wilson felt the underlying feeling of a hangover. However, his history of drinking made him accustomed and thus didn't become inhibited by the feeling. His memory was still sharp, and he knew the first thing he had to do this day, this early after making up his hair and applying his eyeshadow. Martin was still snoozing stentorianly with his snoring, and Wilson paced past him to find Dooper. Dooper was the man in charge of micromanagement-- if someone wasn't at their appointed post, it was his job to find out why. He always papers skewwed all over his desk, with names and places corresponding to who went where and what changes were made. Even though he was only twenty-five (basically in the prime of his life), he looked much older with all the stress that accompanied the pressure of his position. Wilson knocked on his door, and Dooper opened the door, scooting around in his wheelie chair, trying to juggle five things at once.
 * 36) "Hello officer Wilson. What is it?" asked Dooper.
 * 37) "I volunteered to help move boxes into Storage Room B8 all day today." Wilson got right down to the nitty-gritty.
 * 38) "All day? At B8?" Dooper paused. "I thought that room was to be reconstructed as its outdated?"
 * 39) "The security director told me that they were going to use it as a storage room until further notice."
 * 40) "Oh. Um." Dooper wouldn't know either way; he wasn't in charge of those matters. "Alright, I'll list it on your paper and call one of the spare guards to take your spot."
 * 41) "Thanks." Dooper gave no mind to the comment, trying to multitask.
 * 42) With a snide smirk, phase one of Wilson 's plan was readied. Wilson's day was now entirely freed up. Even if he had to face the penalities for this fraudulence, the Foundation would take it relatively easy on Wilson for his first offense of this kind. Phase two was about to be commenced, and the thought of it all, he couldn't deny, made Wilson very excited.
 * 43) There Lavrov was, as he usually was, in his office, sipping coffee and shuffling through his papers documenting new behaviors and findings. Lavrov didn't much abide to doing favors unless they were mutual to his being. As long as the doctor got something in return, he was happy to obilge. But for Wilson, it was a special case: he was one of the few people Lavrov sincerely did give a damn about. Alongside people like Dr. Kensington and Professor Crow, Wilson can ask Lavrov to do something for he both trusts Wilson and genuinely wants to do good for him as he sees Wilson as a friend.
 * 44) Opening wide the door, Lavrov looked up to see who had came into his private quarters, his haven of personal affairs. Seeing Wilson's face, unusually perkier than he was accustomed to, Lavrov relaxed upon recognition and gestured Wilson to the seat in front of his desk. Lavrov didn't get visitors, as he was neither the type to have any nor the type to really approve of it much. Sitting down, Lavrov greeted the petite guard and friend.
 * 45) "Hello Wilson. How are things with you?"
 * 46) "Everything's fine, Lavrov. And you?" Wilson was having a hard time concealing his excitement.
 * 47) "Oh! I'm... well. Just reviewing behavioral patterns of SCPs," Lavrov was awfully flattered Wilson had bothered to ask. "You know my rules, Wilson. Strictly business relations here. But you're a friend, so is there something you needed to talk about?" Lavrov asked sincerely, trying to read between the lines of Wilson's peculiar perkiness and sudden friendliness.
 * 48) Wilson giggled, which made Lavrov inquisitive. "I won't waste your time, Lavrov," he said, cutting to the chase. "I need you to help me with moving boxes in Storage Room B8 today, eighteen hundred sharp."
 * 49) "Today, at B8?"
 * 50) "Aren't you just reading reports?"
 * 51) "Oh. Well, yes. B--"
 * 52) "Then you can help me?"
 * 53) Lavrov paused. "I suppose I can, if you ask." Lavrov smiled genially. It wasn't customary for him to agree to such a thing, especially when he really got nothing at the end of the deal. But Wilson was a friend.
 * 54) Wilson smiled curtly. "See you there~" And with that Wilson left, winking to the doctor from behind the door, though he didn't catch it.
 * 55) Wilson trotted all the way back to his dorm, where the bottom bunk was empty with disheveled sheets haphazardly flung over the mattress. Wilson had no time to tend his compulsiveness of making it neat today. Instead he dove into his hidden trunk of personal and "unseemly" possessions which he had kept unseen under Martin's bunk. Wilson's trunk of naughty things was obscured behind Martin's box of casual wear that he never touched since he moved into the dorm. Besides, in case he ever did move the box, he wrote on the box in crude handwriting "TOOLS," as to not incite Martin's curiosity in case of such a situation. The label wasn't entirely untruthful; the trunk was definitely full of "tools" especially today. Once Wilson had gussied himself up, adding the finishing touches with black finger paint, he had realized he forgot one essential element for phase three. He needed to rectify that mistake immediately. And he knew just where to retrieve the final component of his master plot.
 * 56) Storage Room B8, was, in fact, outdated. It was damp, had a broken light fixture, and wasn't even necessary after the new protocol demanded storage be kept in a safer wing after the last SCP-409 outbreak. Thankfully the quarantiners are without flaw and the issue was resolved. The storage room was a bit below level, with a platform staircase leading down from the door to where all the wooden boxes set. In the center there were very few boxes skewed about, not stacked upon each which gave a clear view of that space in the room. That was where all the action would take, Wilson assumed. It was hard for Wilson to contain himself, so close to his fantasy becoming reality. He rubbed the bulge in his groin area, feeling the clothy material rhythmically against his genitals.
 * 57) Returning behind the shadows as he heard the clink of a turning door handle, Wilson went to hiding behind the stack of boxes out of sight of anyone who enter but not out of Wilson's sight. There he was, right on cue, even a little earlier than six PM with ten minutes to spare. He called out for Wilson a few times, glancing around the darken room that was flushed with the artificial yellow of old-school light bulbs. After getting no answer during a momentary silence, Lavrov sat down on one of the boxes in the center space of the room just like Wilson had predicted. He heard the doctor mumble something under his breath; if Wilson had to guess, it probably related to his not being there like Wilson had asked. Wilson smirked to himself; it thought it was cute.
 * 58) It was important that Lavrov sat down and let him be settled there for a while. That way, Lavrov would be less likely to object once Wilson made his irrefutable proposal as physically the good doctor would be comfortable and less willing to move suddenly. Now Wilson waited for a minute to Lavrov to reveal the gun he had hidden in his shirt. Wilson knew his friend well-enough that Wilson's oddly perky nature might be a warning; it was part of Lavrov's personality. He watched as Lavrov fingered the gun, inspecting minute details on it he may not have noticed before. Eventually Lavrov set it aside, glanced at his wrist watch, and sat, holding his hands together and resting his elbows on his legs. His pants were army green khaki today. Wilson bit his thumb in delight: everything was ready.
 * 59) It was kind of hard to sneak wearing high-heels but by golly was Wilson talented enough (or perhaps lucky enough) to do exactly that. Lavrov was still a very keen individual though, and turned to see the decorated Wilson in all his glory as he neared only ten paces away from him. Lavrov was a little perplexed at first sight: Wilson wasn't wearing his normal uniform shirt though it was still black-blue as it was more of a casual button-up shirt. But the informal attire did not stop there; Wilson was wearing black-and-hot pink patterned armwarmers which wrapped around the purlicues of his hand but did not cover his thumbs. Lavrov, looking down to the adorable little soldier's legs, noticed the black leather high-heels that tucked in Wilson's uniform pants, which hugged snuggly his legs, especially his aforementioned very well-rounded ass which helped defined the plump and squishiness of it. Wilson even had a little black and white bow clipped in his hair. Lavrov was flabbergasted, uncertain of how to react.
 * 60) And Wilson knew that would be his reaction, taking advantage of this fact by promptly sitting on his lab before he could think. Wilson smiled wryly at him.
 * 61) "Wilson, what... is this?"
 * 62) "I've been thinking lately. About how much I want someone to be close to, Lavrov." Wilson put his hands on Lavrov's upper body.
 * 63) "Wilson, this isn't right."
 * 64) "You're not stopping me," Wilson noted flatly.
 * 65) "I didn't think you would... do anything like this."
 * 66) "I know. I surprise myself sometimes," he answered vaguely. "I know you to be the type to... look on both sides of things."
 * 67) Lavrov swallowed, as he wasn't going to deny his curiousity. "Y-yeah. But-"
 * 68) Wilson shushed him by putting his finger to the wrinkled mouth. "You won't get in trouble, Lavrov. If anyone ask anything, tell them you were with me today helping with boxes. Dooper fell for my lil' white lie."
 * 69) Lavrov was having a cold sweat, blood rushing to his cheeks. "Still Wilson, this isn't okay. You know-"
 * 70) "Know what? Know that the Foundation hates interpersonal relationships? Know that sometimes a person gets lonely, and wants to feel the warmth of someone else's body heat next to them sometimes? You get like that, Lavrov. I know you do."
 * 71) Lavrov blushed, embarassed, for he knew it to be true. All the while Wilson started unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his thin, pale torso.
 * 72) "You haven't been touched in a while, Lavrov. Just an educated guess. And you've been under a lot of stress lately. I just want some attention is all, I don't ask for much. This way, we kill two birds with one stone."
 * 73) Lavrov was becoming a little more docile to the idea now. But he still had one more objection left: "Wilson, we're friends. I've never..." Lavrov was getting caught up on his words, not use to this and also not comfortable talking about these sorts of things. Wilson smiled sympathetically, taking hold of Lavrov's rather cold hands and pressing them on his petite body. "I know. Just give it a chance. Feel me up... please."
 * 74) Lavrov's face shot red as Wilson's girly hands pressed on his, with cuffed on Wilson's small body. "It's okay," Wilson said softly. For a moment Lavrov didn't do anything. Then, slowly but surely, he starting moving his hands up and down Wilson's ribs. With that, Wilson moved his arms up and put his hands behind his head. He closed one eye and bit his lip, just like in all those videos he watched online. Wilson watched and felt as Lavrov groped carefully his way down his body, rubbing his abdominal region, pinching lightly what little extraneous fat was there. Yes, this is what Wilson wanted, this is what he had burned for this entire day. Hushedly, Wilson moaned to the tuning of his body by Lavrov. The doctor knew exactly the right buttons to push, as to be expected of his gentlemanness. Wilson was right for choosing Lavrov for this.
 * 75) Lavrov moved from gliding up and down his hands on Wilson's sides to handling Wilson's pseudo-breasts. There was a little fat there, which to an unlearned bloke would be mislabelled as "boobage." Lavrov was very in-synced with Wilson's body, his shyness dissipated completely. He squeezed them, very gently, and then began to suck on them. At this Wilson squeaked a few quieted "yes~"s in rapid succession, and from there Lavrov began necking the girly man. And Wilson started emitting loud sounds of pleasures, moving one of his hands from behind his head onto Lavrov's head, stroking his dark hair as he kissed and sometimes slightly nibbled the little guard's neck. Inbetween the necking Lavrov would stop to look into Wilson's eyes, holding the guard closer to him as he compassionately necked him. Then Lavrov leveled his face to meet Wilson's, gazed deep into them, then closed his eyes kissed Wilson oh-so elegantly and subtly on the lips. Their noses coddled together, foreheads touching, the only thing heard being Wilson's excited gasps and Lavrov's lumbering breathing. Then he kissed Wilson's lips again, and was welcomed by a kiss in return. Soon enough, Lavrov locked his tongue with the half-naked guard's, swapping saliva. Wilson clutched on Lav's hair as the doctor's tongue invaded his mouth, while his was passive, moving intuitively only when the other moved like a case of well-executed choreography. As Lav opened his eyes and stopped the make-out session, spittle hung, connected by their tongues between them. In response, Wilson slurped the messy fluid into his mouth, washing it around in his mouth, before opening it to show the saliva to Lavrov before swallowing it. Wilson winked, implying that wasn't the only thing he wanted in his mouth.
 * 76) Wilson removed Lav's labcoat and shirt before hopping off the doctor's legs. His upper body was in pretty good shape, with a bit of a mid-rift going though average abs otherwise; still, Wilson thought, Lavrov looked exceedingly good with no shirt on. Himself, he began stripping down, taking off his uniform pants which reveal his dainty black and white panties (which were stretching out by this point), black lingerie stockings that complimented his high-heels, hooked by a garter belt. Flipping his petite dick out of the panties with finesse, Wilson seductively stared at the doctor. Laying the doctor back on the wooden crate, Wilson proceeded to unzip the doctor's pants. Out it flopped, half-erect, wrinkly and pale as the guard had expected. "I don't make you hard enough, Lavrov?"
 * 77) With a sneering glance, he said, "Passion is more important than lust."
 * 78) "You're so sweet. This time, though, let me give you some passion~" Wilson began stroking Lav's cock, which felt extraordinary thanks to the armwarmers Wilson wore. The heavenly texture of the cloth rubbing against the bare skin of a dick would bring any man to ectasy, and Lavrov was no one exception. Wilson noticed how Lav squeezed his eyes shut as the sissyboy stroked faster. And as Lavrov hardened in Wilson's hands, he decided to tend to his own "enthusiasm"; reaching down, the guard gripped his dick and stroked in unison. As Lav grew in hand, Wilson observed how the wrinkles disappeared and it became... longer. Certainly longer than the usual meat-stick, Wilson thought.
 * 79) Now, with the doctor completely erect, Wilson decided to get right down to business. Being careful, Wilson whirled his tongue around the head close enough for Lavrov to fell the heat of it but not actually touching it. Lavrov breathed a little harder, as if in anticipation for the teasing to stop and readying himself for the real deal. Taking the breathing as a sign, Wilson briskly grazed the head with the ridgid edge of his tongue, which was paradise to Lavrov. After a few revolutions around the head, Wilson slid his tongue up from the bottom-up of the shaft, using the fine tip of his tongue. And from top he moved he tongue all the way down to Lav's balls. Wilson gently kissed them, then gracefully slipped them into his mouth. Lavrov let out a moan for once as the guard covered his nuts in drool. Wilson didn't spend too much time on them though, as he was after the more important prize. Prefacing the blowjob with a few light kisses on the head, Wilson suckled it, sometimes making a "pop!" sound when he slid out of his mouth. And then again, and again, and again. Lavrov puts his hand Wilson head, applying a little force so he would make the little femmy stop playing around. Wilson obliged.
 * 80) Making his way further down the doctor's cock, Wilson couldn't help but notice Lav biting his top lip a tad bit. Making a gurgled giggle, Wilson started twisting his tongue around in his mouth on the dick. Wilson made sure to copy what he had seen all those great oral scenes he seen in porn to a pinch: rotating your head and thus as you blew someone, going back to the head and descending attentively making more progress after every return to the top, letting his lips form in correspondence the dick rather than forcing it, breathing through his nose. Now of course Wilson could only fit so much in his mouth that he couldn't get the whole log in his mouth, though Lavrov didn't seem to mind: his face painted a picture of contentedness, not needing to ask for anything more. Wilson figured he might as well go the extra mile; removing the slobbered erection from his mouth, Wilson primed himself and then abruptly deep-throated the whole thing, right to the balls. It certainly surprised Lavrov who let an exhausted "Oh... my."
 * 81) With that deep-throat, Wilson stopped and stood up, looking down at the laid-out Lavrov looking sheepishly at him with his dick drenched in saliva. Giving Lavrov a helping hand up, he handed the doctor some lubrication, and then laid on his back and lifted his legs up and sideways, parting his asscheeks a little. Wilson waited for Lav to stop staring at his small-to-kinda average dick, his tiny smooth ballsack, and his shaved legs and little asshole. Snapping out of dazed state, Lavrov applied the lube to himself and cautiously took hold of the femmy's legs. Wilson winked, putting one of his finger to his lips. Lavrov put his cock on Wilson's, rubbing them together like two sticks. Wilson was going to make a joke as Lavrov's balls touched his but decided against it, with Lavrov stopping at that and getting ready to penetrate. Lavrov did not want to haste things so as to be careful to not damage anything down there by going in too hard too quickly. Probing Wilson's butthole with his lubed-up cock, Wilson bit his bottom lip, sweet with anticipation. When Lavrov entered, Wilson let out a delighted "Ahh~" This is just how he wanted to be treated: like a sissy but with a courteous lover who did things with a burning passion, not some disingenuous prick who was doing it for himself. Lavrov was that fiery love-maker, who made sure the person he was fucking was having an ideal time as well.
 * 82) Wilson grabbed his ankles, asking how Lavrov liked his armwarmers and stocking and high-heels which he replied with a whispered "They look amazing on you." Wilson blushed very hard, glad he impressed the man making beautiful love to him. Gingerly Lavrov thrusted into Wilson, methodically inching his way farther into Wilson's tight little asshole with every push. And the deeper he went, the more Wilson yelped with squeaks of ecstatic joy. Wilson's voice, when high-pitched, was so like that of a woman's that anyone who didn't know would mistake Wilson as a female, though many people didn't know that because Wilson almost never raised the pitch of his voice in normal life. But being fucked in the ass does things to a person, and Wilson was no exception. Though Lavrov had already gone almost balls-deep into Wilson, he was still using that same cautionary pace as he had started. Wilson gave Lavrov the go to quicken the pace with a whimpered "Faster." Lav, not being one to disappoint, did just that: with faster but shorter bursts at first (as the doctor knew being too sudden could damage tissue in the anus), eventually driving more and more of his dick into Wilson at that quickened speed before going balls deep. Wilson panted, letting out a "Fuck~!" inbetween them occasionally.
 * 83) That must've gone on for a quarter of an hour before Lavrov leaned down to lock lips with his little femboy. Lavrov petted Wilson's hair with one hand, stroking his femcock with other. Standing back up, Lav left his cock stay stationary in Wilson's ass, all the way in it too. Wilson clenched his ass just a little bit, right as Lav slid his cock out resulting a audible "pop" sound. Wilson tilted his head, making his bedroom eyes. "Time for another position?" To which Lavrov of course nodded in agreement.
 * 84) Pushing off the cold metal glock from on the wooden crate to the floor with a cacophonous cling, Wilson turned on his side with legs stretched outward. Lavrov looked in awe realizing how glorious Wilson's ass really was as it jiggled as Wilson adjusted himself to be more comfortable on the box. Wilson sniggered, "Don't be shy, you can play with it." After all, Wilson was his toy for this afternoon. Lavrov fondled the sissy's unbelievably squishy buttocks, of which Lavrov even commented on as such. Lavrov never thought it was possible for anyone's backside to be so malleable yet taut enough to keep it's shape. He was able to clutch ass in his entire hand, which amazed him even more. "It's so... soft." Wilson was proud of himself, something he didn't feel often.
 * 85) "Your legs are well-shaven," Lavrov noted. Wilson thanked him, saying how he shaved them on a bi-monthly basis. Lavrov continued then to kiss Wilson's thighs, leading down to his anus. Lavrov, enjoying himself too much to stop, began circling his tongue around the ridges of Wilson's butthole. Wilson was surprised, as he didn't seem to think the good doctor was the kind of person  to... well, eat ass. Not that Wilson objected; he was fond of the idea of getting a rimjob. Slowly Lavrov infiltrated Wilson's butthole with his tongue, wriggling it all around in there. Wilson quelled with pleasure, slipping off his panties as Lavrov was preoccupied with kissing and tonguing his ass and flung the panties on to the floor, not moving his legs to much so Lav wouldn't be disrupted. With a final exquisite kiss, Lavrov stood and made himself tiddy right in Wilson's snug asshole. Wilson tucked in his lips, making a muffled "Mmmmm" sound.
 * 86) Lavrov laid down right next to Wilson as he steadily fucked the sissy guard. Wilson gripped his ass, spreading and moving the asscheek when necessary; though he usually jsut gripped it when Lavrov went faster. Every now and again the doctor would go all the way in, balls touching and all, and leave his thickness there for a good while, not needing to do anything else to make Wilson moan thanks to sheer length that the guard endured in his tight ass. During these periods, Lavrov would impassionately neck Wilson, kiss him on the lips, stare into his eyes, or whisper soft pleasantries into his ear. Wilson had quite penchant for Lavrov whenever he would do this, making his little dick harder than it already was. Apparently Lav noticed how Wilson would glance periodically to his dick and took the cue as to initiate the reach-around. Using his closer hand, he began stroking Wilson off with two fingers and a thumb; that was all it took to do it, really. Going down the shaft, Lav tugged on the sissy's shriveled ballsack. It, too, was soft and finicky. Wilson, trying to do sexy talk, said "You like it, baby?" to which Lavrov confirmed and gave him another kiss on the lips. Lavrov rubbed especially vigorous Wilson's gland with his index finger. Wilson only made the utterance of "Oh God," over and over again.
 * 87) "Lavrov," Wilson managed to get out between pants.
 * 88) "Yes?" he answered quietly.
 * 89) "You're so good to me."
 * 90) "Mmm." There was a pause. "You're pleasure is just as important as mine."
 * 91) "That's sweet. Then let's finish this. But I want you to be rough on me. Okay~?"
 * 92) Silently, after pulling his dick out, he said, "All right."
 * 93) Lavrov got from off the crate as Wilson positioned himself on the floor. Wilson made sure to remember all those tricks from the pornstar interviews about a successful doggy style position as he got on his knees: legs spread out wide enough to display the ass, legs bent just right to not inconvenience the top dog, and elbows not pointed directly toward the ground because that would cause mass discomfort. And like a ballet dancer following his partner, Lavrov got into his position just like professionals did with his hands on Wilson's shoulders, feet in front of Wilson's knees just to where he could bend his legs right to where Wilson's ass was, and moved his legs in the correct motion for maximum pleasure for both parties.
 * 94) Lavrov wasted no time getting into this final stretch; and stretch he did Wilson's asshole. He pounded his groin right into Wilson's ass which rippled every time the two collided which was signified by the loud patting sound of flesh bumping into flesh amorously. Wilson breathed harder and harder as Lavrov battered his ass, feeling every inch, every detail of Lav's cock thrust in and out of his butthole. He was making much more commotion then ever before, thankfully not enough to attract anyone outside the storage room but almost; shouting "Fuck!" and just squealing in general as Lavrov slammed into his rotund butt. Wilson fixed his black row, feeling it rocked out of place as his ass got worked on. Lavrov took a moment to ask: "Am I being too rough?" Wilson smiled at his sweetness. "No, it feels great." And with that the doctor continued on, making the femmy squack out another obscenity.
 * 95) For Wilson, it was Nirvana; feeling his body lurch forward just a bit as the shockwaves of Lavrov's thrusts shook him violently. Putting the top of his forehead to the ground, Wilson watched as his femboy little cock dangled, bobbing back and forth in rhythm with Lavrov. He could it feel it getting close, saying audible "Yes yes yes yes, more please~" begging for Lavrov to not stop. It felt so good that he didn't want Lavrov to stop. All those awful days at the Foundation were compensated by this one moment of little Wilson getting dominated. More and more the cock went deeper and deeper. With one long, indicative yowl of satisfaction, Wilson looked on as his dick trembled on its own accord then splooshed out like a tommy machine gun the white, gooey fluid that was cum. Wilson witnessed even through the expression mixed with pleasure and clenched-up-ness of taking a long one up the ass. And the good doctor followed Wilson's example, letting out quieted "Umf!"s as he exploded inside the sissy. Both were panting heavily now as Lavrov lethargically removed his manhood from Wilson's still-tight butthole.
 * 96) Sitting down on the floor, as well as he could with high-heels on, offered to suck the cum off Lavrov's dick. Timidly he accepted, and Wilson put the already-going-flaccid dick into his mouth. The cum left a tingly feeling on Wilson's tastebuds as he slurped it all off. He also felt as the jizz oozed out of the rectal gate, making it's way down to the hard floor. Wilson's legs were still quivering as he guzzled every last drop off of Lavrov pale-as-fuck dick. Giggling, all Wilson had to say was, "That was so good~" in his squeaky little feminine voice.
 * 97) The two decided to relax together by cuddling on the crate. It certainly wasn't the nicest thing in the world to lay on but by golly were the two winded from their little unprofessional adventure. They kissed, too; Lavrov was the type of person to stay for the kisses after sex, if you didn't know. Wrapping their arms around each other, they decided to take a little while longer before going back to their real positions. Wilson could've laid there in Lavrov's arms all day if he didn't know any better. But then again, they certainly would be doing this sometime again; hopefully somewhere more personable and private.
 * 98) "You know, Wilson, I only have one more question for you."
 * 99) "Mmmm, what is it?"
 * 100) "Where did you get all this getup for... this 'meeting'?"
 * 101) "It's all mine. Except for the lube."
 * 102) "Where do you find the lubrication?"
 * 103) "Well..."
 * 104) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) "Know what? Know that the Foundation hates interpersonal relationships? Know that sometimes a person gets lonely, and wants to feel the warmth of someone else's body heat next to them sometimes? You get like that, Lavrov. I know you do."
 * 2) Lavrov blushed, embarassed, for he knew it to be true. All the while Wilson started unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his thin, pale torso.
 * 3) "You haven't been touched in a while, Lavrov. Just an educated guess. And you've been under a lot of stress lately. I just want some attention is all, I don't ask for much. This way, we kill two birds with one stone."
 * 4) Lavrov was becoming a little more docile to the idea now. But he still had one more objection left: "Wilson, we're friends. I've never..." Lavrov was getting caught up on his words, not use to this and also not comfortable talking about these sorts of things. Wilson smiled sympathetically, taking hold of Lavrov's rather cold hands and pressing them on his petite body. "I know. Just give it a chance. Feel me up... please."
 * 5) Lavrov's face shot red as Wilson's girly hands pressed on his, with cuffed on Wilson's small body. "It's okay," Wilson said softly. For a moment Lavrov didn't do anything. Then, slowly but surely, he starting moving his hands up and down Wilson's ribs. With that, Wilson moved his arms up and put his hands behind his head. He closed one eye and bit his lip, just like in all those videos he watched online. Wilson watched and felt as Lavrov groped carefully his way down his body, rubbing his abdominal region, pinching lightly what little extraneous fat was there. Yes, this is what Wilson wanted, this is what he had burned for this entire day. Hushedly, Wilson moaned to the tuning of his body by Lavrov. The doctor knew exactly the right buttons to push, as to be expected of his gentlemanness. Wilson was right for choosing Lavrov for this.
 * 6) Lavrov moved from gliding up and down his hands on Wilson's sides to handling Wilson's pseudo-breasts. There was a little fat there, which to an unlearned bloke would be mislabelled as "boobage." Lavrov was very in-synced with Wilson's body, his shyness dissipated completely. He squeezed them, very gently, and then began to suck on them. At this Wilson squeaked a few quieted "yes~"s in rapid succession, and from there Lavrov began necking the girly man. And Wilson started emitting loud sounds of pleasures, moving one of his hands from behind his head onto Lavrov's head, stroking his dark hair as he kissed and sometimes slightly nibbled the little guard's neck. Inbetween the necking Lavrov would stop to look into Wilson's eyes, holding the guard closer to him as he compassionately necked him. Then Lavrov leveled his face to meet Wilson's, gazed deep into them, then closed his eyes kissed Wilson oh-so elegantly and subtly on the lips. Their noses coddled together, foreheads touching, the only thing heard being Wilson's excited gasps and Lavrov's lumbering breathing. Then he kissed Wilson's lips again, and was welcomed by a kiss in return. Soon enough, Lavrov locked his tongue with the half-naked guard's, swapping saliva. Wilson clutched on Lav's hair as the doctor's tongue invaded his mouth, while his was passive, moving intuitively only when the other moved like a case of well-executed choreography. As Lav opened his eyes and stopped the make-out session, spittle hung, connected by their tongues between them. In response, Wilson slurped the messy fluid into his mouth, washing it around in his mouth, before opening it to show the saliva to Lavrov before swallowing it. Wilson winked, implying that wasn't the only thing he wanted in his mouth.
 * 7) Wilson removed Lav's labcoat and shirt before hopping off the doctor's legs. His upper body was in pretty good shape, with a bit of a mid-rift going though average abs otherwise; still, Wilson thought, Lavrov looked exceedingly good with no shirt on. Himself, he began stripping down, taking off his uniform pants which reveal his dainty black and white panties (which were stretching out by this point), black lingerie stockings that complimented his high-heels, hooked by a garter belt. Flipping his petite dick out of the panties with finesse, Wilson seductively stared at the doctor. Laying the doctor back on the wooden crate, Wilson proceeded to unzip the doctor's pants. Out it flopped, half-erect, wrinkly and pale as the guard had expected. "I don't make you hard enough, Lavrov?"
 * 8) With a sneering glance, he said, "Passion is more important than lust."
 * 9) "You're so sweet. This time, though, let me give you some passion~" Wilson began stroking Lav's cock, which felt extraordinary thanks to the armwarmers Wilson wore. The heavenly texture of the cloth rubbing against the bare skin of a dick would bring any man to ectasy, and Lavrov was no one exception. Wilson noticed how Lav squeezed his eyes shut as the sissyboy stroked faster. And as Lavrov hardened in Wilson's hands, he decided to tend to his own "enthusiasm"; reaching down, the guard gripped his dick and stroked in unison. As Lav grew in hand, Wilson observed how the wrinkles disappeared and it became... longer. Certainly longer than the usual meat-stick, Wilson thought.
 * 10) Now, with the doctor completely erect, Wilson decided to get right down to business. Being careful, Wilson whirled his tongue around the head close enough for Lavrov to fell the heat of it but not actually touching it. Lavrov breathed a little harder, as if in anticipation for the teasing to stop and readying himself for the real deal. Taking the breathing as a sign, Wilson briskly grazed the head with the ridgid edge of his tongue, which was paradise to Lavrov. After a few revolutions around the head, Wilson slid his tongue up from the bottom-up of the shaft, using the fine tip of his tongue. And from top he moved he tongue all the way down to Lav's balls. Wilson gently kissed them, then gracefully slipped them into his mouth. Lavrov let out a moan for once as the guard covered his nuts in drool. Wilson didn't spend too much time on them though, as he was after the more important prize. Prefacing the blowjob with a few light kisses on the head, Wilson suckled it, sometimes making a "pop!" sound when he slid out of his mouth. And then again, and again, and again. Lavrov puts his hand Wilson head, applying a little force so he would make the little femmy stop playing around. Wilson obliged.
 * 11) Making his way further down the doctor's cock, Wilson couldn't help but notice Lav biting his top lip a tad bit. Making a gurgled giggle, Wilson started twisting his tongue around in his mouth on the dick. Wilson made sure to copy what he had seen all those great oral scenes he seen in porn to a pinch: rotating your head and thus as you blew someone, going back to the head and descending attentively making more progress after every return to the top, letting his lips form in correspondence the dick rather than forcing it, breathing through his nose. Now of course Wilson could only fit so much in his mouth that he couldn't get the whole log in his mouth, though Lavrov didn't seem to mind: his face painted a picture of contentedness, not needing to ask for anything more. Wilson figured he might as well go the extra mile; removing the slobbered erection from his mouth, Wilson primed himself and then abruptly deep-throated the whole thing, right to the balls. It certainly surprised Lavrov who let an exhausted "Oh... my."
 * 12) With that deep-throat, Wilson stopped and stood up, looking down at the laid-out Lavrov looking sheepishly at him with his dick drenched in saliva. Giving Lavrov a helping hand up, he handed the doctor some lubrication, and then laid on his back and lifted his legs up and sideways, parting his asscheeks a little. Wilson waited for Lav to stop staring at his small-to-kinda average dick, his tiny smooth ballsack, and his shaved legs and little asshole. Snapping out of dazed state, Lavrov applied the lube to himself and cautiously took hold of the femmy's legs. Wilson winked, putting one of his finger to his lips. Lavrov put his cock on Wilson's, rubbing them together like two sticks. Wilson was going to make a joke as Lavrov's balls touched his but decided against it, with Lavrov stopping at that and getting ready to penetrate. Lavrov did not want to haste things so as to be careful to not damage anything down there by going in too hard too quickly. Probing Wilson's butthole with his lubed-up cock, Wilson bit his bottom lip, sweet with anticipation. When Lavrov entered, Wilson let out a delighted "Ahh~" This is just how he wanted to be treated: like a sissy but with a courteous lover who did things with a burning passion, not some disingenuous prick who was doing it for himself. Lavrov was that fiery love-maker, who made sure the person he was fucking was having an ideal time as well.
 * 13) Wilson grabbed his ankles, asking how Lavrov liked his armwarmers and stocking and high-heels which he replied with a whispered "They look amazing on you." Wilson blushed very hard, glad he impressed the man making beautiful love to him. Gingerly Lavrov thrusted into Wilson, methodically inching his way farther into Wilson's tight little asshole with every push. And the deeper he went, the more Wilson yelped with squeaks of ecstatic joy. Wilson's voice, when high-pitched, was so like that of a woman's that anyone who didn't know would mistake Wilson as a female, though many people didn't know that because Wilson almost never raised the pitch of his voice in normal life. But being fucked in the ass does things to a person, and Wilson was no exception. Though Lavrov had already gone almost balls-deep into Wilson, he was still using that same cautionary pace as he had started. Wilson gave Lavrov the go to quicken the pace with a whimpered "Faster." Lav, not being one to disappoint, did just that: with faster but shorter bursts at first (as the doctor knew being too sudden could damage tissue in the anus), eventually driving more and more of his dick into Wilson at that quickened speed before going balls deep. Wilson panted, letting out a "Fuck~!" inbetween them occasionally.
 * 14) That must've gone on for a quarter of an hour before Lavrov leaned down to lock lips with his little femboy. Lavrov petted Wilson's hair with one hand, stroking his femcock with other. Standing back up, Lav left his cock stay stationary in Wilson's ass, all the way in it too. Wilson clenched his ass just a little bit, right as Lav slid his cock out resulting a audible "pop" sound. Wilson tilted his head, making his bedroom eyes. "Time for another position?" To which Lavrov of course nodded in agreement.
 * 15) Pushing off the cold metal glock from on the wooden crate to the floor with a cacophonous cling, Wilson turned on his side with legs stretched outward. Lavrov looked in awe realizing how glorious Wilson's ass really was as it jiggled as Wilson adjusted himself to be more comfortable on the box. Wilson sniggered, "Don't be shy, you can play with it." After all, Wilson was his toy for this afternoon. Lavrov fondled the sissy's unbelievably squishy buttocks, of which Lavrov even commented on as such. Lavrov never thought it was possible for anyone's backside to be so malleable yet taut enough to keep it's shape. He was able to clutch ass in his entire hand, which amazed him even more. "It's so... soft." Wilson was proud of himself, something he didn't feel often.
 * 16) "Your legs are well-shaven," Lavrov noted. Wilson thanked him, saying how he shaved them on a bi-monthly basis. Lavrov continued then to kiss Wilson's thighs, leading down to his anus. Lavrov, enjoying himself too much to stop, began circling his tongue around the ridges of Wilson's butthole. Wilson was surprised, as he didn't seem to think the good doctor was the kind of person  to... well, eat ass. Not that Wilson objected; he was fond of the idea of getting a rimjob. Slowly Lavrov infiltrated Wilson's butthole with his tongue, wriggling it all around in there. Wilson quelled with pleasure, slipping off his panties as Lavrov was preoccupied with kissing and tonguing his ass and flung the panties on to the floor, not moving his legs to much so Lav wouldn't be disrupted. With a final exquisite kiss, Lavrov stood and made himself tiddy right in Wilson's snug asshole. Wilson tucked in his lips, making a muffled "Mmmmm" sound.
 * 17) Lavrov laid down right next to Wilson as he steadily fucked the sissy guard. Wilson gripped his ass, spreading and moving the asscheek when necessary; though he usually jsut gripped it when Lavrov went faster. Every now and again the doctor would go all the way in, balls touching and all, and leave his thickness there for a good while, not needing to do anything else to make Wilson moan thanks to sheer length that the guard endured in his tight ass. During these periods, Lavrov would impassionately neck Wilson, kiss him on the lips, stare into his eyes, or whisper soft pleasantries into his ear. Wilson had quite penchant for Lavrov whenever he would do this, making his little dick harder than it already was. Apparently Lav noticed how Wilson would glance periodically to his dick and took the cue as to initiate the reach-around. Using his closer hand, he began stroking Wilson off with two fingers and a thumb; that was all it took to do it, really. Going down the shaft, Lav tugged on the sissy's shriveled ballsack. It, too, was soft and finicky. Wilson, trying to do sexy talk, said "You like it, baby?" to which Lavrov confirmed and gave him another kiss on the lips. Lavrov rubbed especially vigorous Wilson's gland with his index finger. Wilson only made the utterance of "Oh God," over and over again.
 * 18) "Lavrov," Wilson managed to get out between pants.
 * 19) "Yes?" he answered quietly.
 * 20) "You're so good to me."
 * 21) "Mmm." There was a pause. "You're pleasure is just as important as mine."
 * 22) "That's sweet. Then let's finish this. But I want you to be rough on me. Okay~?"
 * 23) Silently, after pulling his dick out, he said, "All right."
 * 24) Lavrov got from off the crate as Wilson positioned himself on the floor. Wilson made sure to remember all those tricks from the pornstar interviews about a successful doggy style position as he got on his knees: legs spread out wide enough to display the ass, legs bent just right to not inconvenience the top dog, and elbows not pointed directly toward the ground because that would cause mass discomfort. And like a ballet dancer following his partner, Lavrov got into his position just like professionals did with his hands on Wilson's shoulders, feet in front of Wilson's knees just to where he could bend his legs right to where Wilson's ass was, and moved his legs in the correct motion for maximum pleasure for both parties.
 * 25) Lavrov wasted no time getting into this final stretch; and stretch he did Wilson's asshole. He pounded his groin right into Wilson's ass which rippled every time the two collided which was signified by the loud patting sound of flesh bumping into flesh amorously. Wilson breathed harder and harder as Lavrov battered his ass, feeling every inch, every detail of Lav's cock thrust in and out of his butthole. He was making much more commotion then ever before, thankfully not enough to attract anyone outside the storage room but almost; shouting "Fuck!" and just squealing in general as Lavrov slammed into his rotund butt. Wilson fixed his black row, feeling it rocked out of place as his ass got worked on. Lavrov took a moment to ask: "Am I being too rough?" Wilson smiled at his sweetness. "No, it feels great." And with that the doctor continued on, making the femmy squack out another obscenity.
 * 26) For Wilson, it was Nirvana; feeling his body lurch forward just a bit as the shockwaves of Lavrov's thrusts shook him violently. Putting the top of his forehead to the ground, Wilson watched as his femboy little cock dangled, bobbing back and forth in rhythm with Lavrov. He could it feel it getting close, saying audible "Yes yes yes yes, more please~" begging for Lavrov to not stop. It felt so good that he didn't want Lavrov to stop. All those awful days at the Foundation were compensated by this one moment of little Wilson getting dominated. More and more the cock went deeper and deeper. With one long, indicative yowl of satisfaction, Wilson looked on as his dick trembled on its own accord then splooshed out like a tommy machine gun the white, gooey fluid that was cum. Wilson witnessed even through the expression mixed with pleasure and clenched-up-ness of taking a long one up the ass. And the good doctor followed Wilson's example, letting out quieted "Umf!"s as he exploded inside the sissy. Both were panting heavily now as Lavrov lethargically removed his manhood from Wilson's still-tight butthole.
 * 27) Sitting down on the floor, as well as he could with high-heels on, offered to suck the cum off Lavrov's dick. Timidly he accepted, and Wilson put the already-going-flaccid dick into his mouth. The cum left a tingly feeling on Wilson's tastebuds as he slurped it all off. He also felt as the jizz oozed out of the rectal gate, making it's way down to the hard floor. Wilson's legs were still quivering as he guzzled every last drop off of Lavrov pale-as-fuck dick. Giggling, all Wilson had to say was, "That was so good~" in his squeaky little feminine voice.
 * 28) The two decided to relax together by cuddling on the crate. It certainly wasn't the nicest thing in the world to lay on but by golly were the two winded from their little unprofessional adventure. They kissed, too; Lavrov was the type of person to stay for the kisses after sex, if you didn't know. Wrapping their arms around each other, they decided to take a little while longer before going back to their real positions. Wilson could've laid there in Lavrov's arms all day if he didn't know any better. But then again, they certainly would be doing this sometime again; hopefully somewhere more personable and private.
 * 29) "You know, Wilson, I only have one more question for you."
 * 30) "Mmmm, what is it?"
 * 31) "Where did you get all this getup for... this 'meeting'?"
 * 32) "It's all mine. Except for the lube."
 * 33) "Where do you find the lubrication?"
 * 34) "Well..."
 * 35) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) Lavrov got from off the crate as Wilson positioned himself on the floor. Wilson made sure to remember all those tricks from the pornstar interviews about a successful doggy style position as he got on his knees: legs spread out wide enough to display the ass, legs bent just right to not inconvenience the top dog, and elbows not pointed directly toward the ground because that would cause mass discomfort. And like a ballet dancer following his partner, Lavrov got into his position just like professionals did with his hands on Wilson's shoulders, feet in front of Wilson's knees just to where he could bend his legs right to where Wilson's ass was, and moved his legs in the correct motion for maximum pleasure for both parties.
 * 2) Lavrov wasted no time getting into this final stretch; and stretch he did Wilson's asshole. He pounded his groin right into Wilson's ass which rippled every time the two collided which was signified by the loud patting sound of flesh bumping into flesh amorously. Wilson breathed harder and harder as Lavrov battered his ass, feeling every inch, every detail of Lav's cock thrust in and out of his butthole. He was making much more commotion then ever before, thankfully not enough to attract anyone outside the storage room but almost; shouting "Fuck!" and just squealing in general as Lavrov slammed into his rotund butt. Wilson fixed his black row, feeling it rocked out of place as his ass got worked on. Lavrov took a moment to ask: "Am I being too rough?" Wilson smiled at his sweetness. "No, it feels great." And with that the doctor continued on, making the femmy squack out another obscenity.
 * 3) For Wilson, it was Nirvana; feeling his body lurch forward just a bit as the shockwaves of Lavrov's thrusts shook him violently. Putting the top of his forehead to the ground, Wilson watched as his femboy little cock dangled, bobbing back and forth in rhythm with Lavrov. He could it feel it getting close, saying audible "Yes yes yes yes, more please~" begging for Lavrov to not stop. It felt so good that he didn't want Lavrov to stop. All those awful days at the Foundation were compensated by this one moment of little Wilson getting dominated. More and more the cock went deeper and deeper. With one long, indicative yowl of satisfaction, Wilson looked on as his dick trembled on its own accord then splooshed out like a tommy machine gun the white, gooey fluid that was cum. Wilson witnessed even through the expression mixed with pleasure and clenched-up-ness of taking a long one up the ass. And the good doctor followed Wilson's example, letting out quieted "Umf!"s as he exploded inside the sissy. Both were panting heavily now as Lavrov lethargically removed his manhood from Wilson's still-tight butthole.
 * 4) Sitting down on the floor, as well as he could with high-heels on, offered to suck the cum off Lavrov's dick. Timidly he accepted, and Wilson put the already-going-flaccid dick into his mouth. The cum left a tingly feeling on Wilson's tastebuds as he slurped it all off. He also felt as the jizz oozed out of the rectal gate, making it's way down to the hard floor. Wilson's legs were still quivering as he guzzled every last drop off of Lavrov pale-as-fuck dick. Giggling, all Wilson had to say was, "That was so good~" in his squeaky little feminine voice.
 * 5) The two decided to relax together by cuddling on the crate. It certainly wasn't the nicest thing in the world to lay on but by golly were the two winded from their little unprofessional adventure. They kissed, too; Lavrov was the type of person to stay for the kisses after sex, if you didn't know. Wrapping their arms around each other, they decided to take a little while longer before going back to their real positions. Wilson could've laid there in Lavrov's arms all day if he didn't know any better. But then again, they certainly would be doing this sometime again; hopefully somewhere more personable and private.
 * 6) "You know, Wilson, I only have one more question for you."
 * 7) "Mmmm, what is it?"
 * 8) "Where did you get all this getup for... this 'meeting'?"
 * 9) "It's all mine. Except for the lube."
 * 10) "Where do you find the lubrication?"
 * 11) "Well..."
 * 12) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) "Mmmm, what is it?"
 * 2) "Where did you get all this getup for... this 'meeting'?"
 * 3) "It's all mine. Except for the lube."
 * 4) "Where do you find the lubrication?"
 * 5) "Well..."
 * 6) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"
 * 1) A very confused man wearing a very peculiar amulet, all the way on the side of the site, asked of his associates "Anyone seen my lube?"