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The Devil May Care

Part 15

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

He had a penthouse of his own, something that was far bigger than the old apartment that he'd been using, and in a better neighborhood. He had a card with an unlimited credit amount, with money that he would never be able to spend for the rest of his life, never run out of. He had a better car. He had everything that he could have wanted to make his life as luxurious, amazing, and opulent as he could ever have dreamed of.

Yet, it meant that his old life was gone, and Andrew still felt sour about that.

He stood in the doorway of his new apartment, his new penthouse, and he stared at the empty walls. There were a hundred different paintings or other pieces of art that he could have put on them, thousands of different posters that could have filled those spaces. There were dozens of different types of furniture that he could get to fill the floor, and food? Food could have been running out the kitchen and been donated to the food banks across the city, for all that he could have bought.

Yet, all that he could think of was the loss of what he'd started with. It was more than just the loss of things. It was the loss of history.

No brother, no family, no job...

It was as if the stallion had never existed outside of his servitude to his new master, as if the stallion had done nothing with his life before he had been picked up as a sex toy. Shaking his head, he leaned against the frame a bit harder, grinding his forehead into it as he resisted the urge to bang it against the wall.

It still felt unreal, as if this was something that he might wake up from any minute, but the collar around his neck kept squeezing just enough to remind him that this was real, that he had been given over to the devil for the rest of his life.

Which was eternity, lest he forget that little detail.

The horse grumbled under his breath to himself, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hey."

Andrew turned around, looked back down the hall. It was just below the master's penthouse level, and there was only one other person that lived on this floor. Peter, the orca bouncer at the club where they'd both met the master, and the other 'whore' that served the black cat. The orca was dressed in nothing but his underwear today, unsurprisingly considering that only the master, Seraph, Arnis, and the two of them could reach this floor. The orca's package was half-erect already, pressing against the front of his underwear as he walked down the hall.

"You okay, man?" Peter asked.

"Just thinking about everything we don't have anymore."

"Not that different, really."

"Maybe for you."

"You want to talk about it?"

Andrew scoffed, shaking his head, but as he turned back to his apartment, all the complaints started bubbling up again. He had heard them a hundred times, laid them out in a list a dozen times, but each time it just kept ringing wrong.

Maybe a new set of ears would do me good...

"I have a pot of tea brewing," the orca offered.

"You drink tea? I would have thought you were a coffee guy."

"You'd think wrong. Come on."

The horse allowed himself to be led off, feeling a bit weird when he was actually dressed and the orca wasn't. Perhaps there was something different there, too. Peter hadn't made a single complaint since the shift in their reality, at least, not to his ears. What could have happened in the orca's life that was so bad that this would be preferable?

As he walked into the other apartment, he realized that it was pretty sparse, as well. There were a few more things there, a few more bits of furniture than in his apartment, but it was pretty spartan when you got right down to it. A single couch, a one-person table, a bit of a coffee table between the couch and a smaller TV. It was all very minimalistic.

Peter gestured for him to take the couch while he got the tea. The stallion did as he was told, getting comfortable as he kept looking around.

"Why so little? You didn't have that much at your place?"

"Never have," Peter admitted. "Then again, barely had my own place."

"Family?"

"If you want to call it that. I called it slave-owners."

He blinked as the orca brought a tea kettle and two mugs with him. He laid them down on the coffee table, pouring some of the jasmine tea that he had been brewing. The calming scent was a lovely thing for the nerves, and he took it with gratitude. The warm mug between his fingers helped, too, giving him the chance to focus on that rather than on everything else that had been going on.

As he fingered his neck, rubbing the collar, Peter watched him. It was a small relief to know that the orca could see the collar; too many people on that first day with it had been completely unaware of it, even when he had pulled on it, even when he had tried to show it to them. It was an invisible mark of ownership, something that distinguished normal people from those that would be spying on them, too.

When the tea was cool enough, he took a sip, letting it wash down his throat for a moment or two before he looked back at the orca. Peter was enjoying his own tea, taking slightly longer, larger mouthfuls before putting the cup down. Andrew gritted his teeth for a moment, trying to find the right words for his question.

Eventually, he just came out and asked it.

"Why are you okay with this?"

"Heh, you mean being his whore?"

"I mean...well, everything, I guess," he said, leaning back against the couch. "He just wiped out our histories. Everything we did, everything we were."

"Guess you have a lot more 'everything' than I do."

"Can't be that different. I wasn't anybody big, but I had a family, had a job. You had a job, too."

"Yeah. Bouncer for a club that loved to employ cheap labor."

"Yeah, but -"

"You don't get it. I mean that they bought me."

"...What?"

"When I was a teen, they bought me. Traffickers."

That brought a whole heaping load down on the stallion's head at once, and he winced as he realized what he had been assuming. Peter didn't seem bothered by bringing it up, but how could he be so accepting of that? It was a horrible thing. Even if it wasn't part of the sex trade, just knowing that someone so close could have been hurt like that -

So close? He blinked, realizing what he was thinking. He'd known Peter for a while, yeah. He'd seen the orca on more than a few trips to the club, but this was the first time that he had considered the other man as more than just one of those faces in the crowd.

Well, almost the first time.

The stallion remembered that first night when they had both submitted to Dusk, to their master, and he remembered how the next morning he had seen Peter in a different light. He hadn't been able to think of touching himself, of getting himself off, but one glance at the orca had given him far too many fantasies. He had wanted to jump on the big guy and rut him with his fat horse cock. He'd wanted to slide between his legs and suck him off. He'd wanted...

He'd wanted a lot of things. None of them had made sense.

He rubbed the back of his head as the orca went on.

"It wasn't that bad, compared to what some people got, but I didn't have a job. People get paid for jobs. I had a task that I had to keep doing, and if I did it good, then I'd get a little pocket money. Otherwise, I just earned enough to have food and a place to sleep, and not very good places for all that.

"As for anything else? I'm not sure what happened to let the Traffickers get me in the first place, but I'm pretty damn sure that my family made it possible for them. That day, I was supposed to get picked up from school an hour late. When the car came, my parents weren't in it. It was just...people. And I never saw anyone I knew again."

"...I'm sorry," was all that Andrew could think to say.

"Hey. It's over and done with. I never have to go back to that club again, and as far as they know, I never existed. If my family still cared, then they never took the time to try and find me. We were in the same fucking city, so it's not like I was taken all the way across the country. They never looked, and so I gotta think that they never cared," Peter said.

It was a hard picture to imagine, but as much as Andrew wanted to be furious with his master, he had to admit that the black cat had done the orca a bigger favor than he had expected. There was a lot to be untangled there, a lot to be taken apart, but on the whole, Peter had a much better life as a slave to the black cat than he had out there. Nothing of value had been lost with that, as much as he wanted to argue that it had.

But what about his life?

He held his cup out for more tea when the orca offered, looking down at the floor as he did. He'd been complaining this whole time about a loss of everything, but when it came down to it, what had changed, really?

"You mind if I take these off?" Peter asked.

"Hmm?"

"You mind if I take my underwear off? I had them on to meet the delivery guy earlier, and I don't want to keep wearing them if I don't have to."

"Oh, um...go ahead."

As the muscular orca undressed next to him, he kept staring at the ground. He caught sight of a hefty package for a moment or two, but it disappeared rather quickly as he tried to sort through his own thoughts. It didn't matter to him that there was a naked man at his side. He was a bit too lost in his own thoughts.

The first thing that he tried to say was a loss was the job that he'd been working at. It hadn't been a long-term job, but it was something that he had been good at. Data-entry and sorting through different records wasn't exactly a passion, but he had been happy enough with it, the hours had been good, and -

Well, and his manager had been a right royal asshole.

Andrew sighed as he rubbed his head, feeling the memories coming back past the rose-tinted glasses. Yes, that supervisor had been a horrible person, and it hadn't been limited to the day when he had come in and not been recognized. The supervisor had cut pay for most of the employees for a huge bonus for himself, and then had pushed them all to the brink many days running.

When it came to a job, being a whore was definitely easier, and it paid a hell of a lot better.

So, no loss there...but my family...

The fact that he had been erased from existence wasn't a comforting thought, but even though his family was 'better' than Peter's because they didn't sell him off, he remembered enough about them to start questioning whether it was a bad thing to be forgotten. The few times that the 'gay' thing had come up with them had caused their almost-forgotten religion to come rushing to the fore again. Sure, they'd drink, they'd shoplift, they'd do just about anything else that was forbidden by their religion, but a gay son suddenly brought all those rules rushing back, saying that he couldn't do it.

And his brother? Sure, they had some relations, but not much. The call had been a shock to not be remembered, but if he had been...

Yeah, he would have just hung up; he doesn't help people, really. Not even family...

"Earth to Andrew. Hello?"

He blinked, sitting up again.

"What? Huh?"

"You were drifting off there. You okay?"

"Um..."

"Thinking about everything?"

"Yeah...a bit..."

"Life sucks, huh?"

"In comparison, yeah..."

He leaned forward against one hand, sipping at his tea idly. It really didn't bear comparing, now that he was doing it for real. Maybe the reality check of hearing just how bad Peter's life had been was what he needed to realize that everything that he'd had was, maybe, not as good as he had been imagining it to be.

I'm not really losing a family, since I never really had one. I'm not really losing a good job, I'm just getting a better one.

As for his apartment, it had never been as good as the one here, and his landlord had always been trying to push him out, to get rid of him so that he could get a different tenant. It wasn't outrageous or completely illegal, but it had been more than annoying, and it meant that he'd always been watching the bills to make sure that he didn't get hit with something that he couldn't afford.

Now, all that stress was off of him, and all that it had cost him was his history and his body.

And that...

The stallion shifted in his seat a bit. The only thing that he'd really lost in the bargain was his pride, when it came down to it. The feeling of having a cock in his ass had been rather hot, but it had been the reminder that he was on the bottom now rather than the top. There was no getting around that, no matter how hard he tried.

He glanced at Peter, and got a reminder that the orca was naked now. The big guy leaned back, one leg crossed over the other, webbed toes on display as he sat that way. His cock, half-hard, flopped over one leg. It had the humanoid tip that many anthros had, but the rest of the shaft was rather flexible, pink and mobile in the way of a feral orca.

He remembered how that had felt sliding up his ass a few nights back, and he smiled a bit to himself. It wasn't that bad, when he got used to it.

But that fishy butt was better.

Sipping the jasmine tea, he leaned his head back, sighing. Peter smiled.

"Feel better?"

"A little."

"Perspective helps."

"Yeah. Damn you for winning the misery Olympics."

"Sometimes you need someone else to win to drag you out of the pity party."

"Yeah? Well, I might have to drag you down my dick if you keep pushing it."

"You can try."

"Heh, you think you can make me do it?"

"I think I can try."

Despite the half-threat, the orca smiled in a way that diffused the tension. There was something about him that was helping the stallion relax, and he felt better than he had since before he met Dusk. Much as the feline had given him, as good as the black cat made his body feel, there was something about having him gone and getting the time to think that made everything better. It just made it possible for the whole thing to settle in for him in a way that he hadn't realized that he'd needed.

And being able to do it with his co-whore made it all the better.

He smiled as he drained the rest of his tea, leaning back again. The kettle was empty, but when Peter offered to get another pot going, Andrew shook his head.

"I'm better now."

"Think you're going to go on a shopping spree for your apartment?"

"Tempting, but not yet."

"Got something else in mind?"

"More like someone else."

"Master...or me?"

The orca's smile told him that Peter was probably having similar thoughts to him. They hadn't really done anything since that first night. Hadn't had the opportunity to, what with getting their stuff put together and moved into their apartments and all that. Yet, it felt right that they had the time to sort through their lives.

He knew that he'd needed it. And now, he felt ready to have some fun.

He reached over slowly, grabbing hold of the big fat dick that Peter was showing. He gave it a squeeze just under the head, rubbing his thumb up into that sensitive spot right there. The orca groaned.

"Mmmph...Planning on giving that a suck?"

"Heh, maybe just enough to get it hard."

"Why don't you stay down there and get it off?"

"Why don't you shut up and let a stud show you how it's done?"

Sliding off the couch, the stallion pushed his co-whore's legs apart, pushing himself into the space between them. Somehow, there was no embarrassment this time. Maybe it was because he was taking charge, or maybe it was just the fact that he felt comfortable around Peter. Either way, he was happy doing what he was doing, and he planned on taking this as far as he was allowed.

He pulled the head to his lips, giving it a few soft kisses before dragging the half-hard rod into his mouth. He sucked along the sides, dragging his tongue along the bottom, and it didn't take long before the orca was sitting up straight in his chair. He dragged his tongue along the bottom, then along the sides, bobbing his head up and down the shaft proper.

The throbbing thing was quick to start oozing, and he took advantage of that, swirling his tongue around the head, tickling it, teasing it, pulling it to throb all the more for him. As he slid forward, he would tilt his head to the side, opening his mouth that little bit more to allow the tip to brush against the insides of his cheeks.

That got the orca panting, that's for sure.

As he reached down and fondled those thick orbs just beneath the shaft, he could feel the pre-cum flowing faster, further down his throat. He bobbed his head a bit further down, feeling a bit of a gag coming on, but he teased it, pushed it. Andrew knew that he could take it. If he could take master's cock, he could take this.

With one hard thrust of his head, he went all the way to the base, swallowing hard as he did. The head of the orca's dick popped into his throat, and yes, it almost gagged him.

Almost.

But he managed to hold out, and as he sucked, as he swallowed, he could feel Peter throbbing all the more in his mouth. The big guy was arching his back against his chair, trying to keep from losing it already, and the stallion grinned to himself around that thick dick. The hard puffs and pants from above told him that the big guy had a bit more of a hair trigger than he wanted to admit, and that was a fun thing to play off of.

He slowly pulled back, feeling the 'pop' as the head left his throat. He didn't quite gag as it came free, but it was a hard moment.

As he puffed for breath, he dragged his head all the way off that thick pink dick. It throbbed eagerly for him, bouncing up and down between Peter's legs, and he grinned a bit more as he saw the orca's red cheeks.

"Heh, you like that?"

"I didn't think you'd just go for it like that."

"Well, I like to take the initiative."

"Yeah, you also like to take dick."

"Not as much as you do."

"Yeah?"

"Come on. Let's break in your bed, and I'll prove it to you."

They got to their feet, not nearly as embarrassed as two tops should have been to be comparing like this. Yet, they were happy enough to keep moving, to keep doing stuff like this. Andrew stripped on the way to the bedroom, pulling off his clothes and tossing them to the side, wanting to get right down to it.

Andrew wasn't too surprised at the minimalist bedroom, either. There was a bed, a wall-mounted light, and that was it. Peter really didn't seem to be the sort of guy for the accessories that most guys had in their rooms, and he kept proving that.

He pushed the orca down on the bed, kneeling on the foot of the mattress and pushing the big guy's legs apart. The long tail slid between his thighs, pushing out to the edge of the bed, and he followed the tail right up to the pucker just under it. The muscular ass cheeks were just enough to hide it, but his cock knew where to go. He'd fucked enough cetaceans to know where their puckers hid.

As he almost had to sit on that thick tail, he watched Peter's cock throb all the harder. He grinned to himself, giving it a gentle pat with one hand.

"Heh, I thought you were saying I was the one eager to take dick."

"Doesn't mean I'm not."

"Well, let's see how sensitive he made your ass."

"Not as sensitive as he made yours, I bet."

"Well, we'll find out after I have my turn."

Saying that was so weird for him, but he didn't feel the shame or humiliation that he might have felt if he had said that to a stranger. Somehow, he had bonded with this orca, and the pair of them felt closer than he had ever felt to his family. It was a nice feeling, and one that he hoped would continue.

The feeling of that thick tail under his balls was nice, too. It felt like it was a different sort of lover that he was taking this time, someone whose body was meant to take dick. He had a runway right to that thick hole, and as the tip of his cock found it, he could feel that it was still puffy, still open from when they had had that threesome.

"Heh, bet you that I can stretch it again."

"I bet you can't."

"Five bucks."

"Heh, would either of us miss that?"

"Alright. Two nights with Seraph, then?"

"Oh, that I'll take."

"You're on."

The stallion smiled, his flare throbbing as he ground it against that puffy pucker. He could feel it already starting to stretch a bit, getting wider, getting more open. Andrew ground against it, nudging it the way that he had done for endless holes before the master had come to claim him. He nudged, he ground, he rubbed.

And then, it opened.

He groaned under his breath as he felt the pucker spreading for him, the rim slowly unfolding as his cock slid inside. It was a perfect, warm, velvety feeling, something that he had missed since putting on the collar. He groaned under his breath, even as Peter moaned out loud as the orca arched his back against the bed.

"Mmmph...bigger than....than I thought..."

"That's because Master always started it," he muttered.

"Mmph...well, you're not...not stretching me yet..."

"Let me get inside...and I will..."

The horse pushed forward, grabbing hold of the orca's legs by the ankles, pushing him back against the bed and holding him there. He didn't quite bend Peter in half, but he did push him further than he normally would have. He groaned under his breath, slowly grinding more and more of his fat cock between those big ass cheeks, feeling the muscles clenching around his shaft as he went deeper and deeper.

The feeling of that rim, too, the way that it was squeezing around his cock, as if it could slow him down, was all the hotter. Forward, further, deeper. The flared head was opening up those inner walls, stretching them even if the big guy didn't think that they were being stretched. Further, deeper, inwards he went.

He panted under his breath as he felt that wet, slippery hole gripping him all the tighter the further he went, and he could see that it was having an effect on the big orca. His cock was dribbling like mad all over his belly, spreading across his stomach and right into his belly button. The sight was a slimy, slippery delight.

He chuckled as he reached down, running a finger along that puffy pink shaft. Peter gasped, shivering.

"Mmmph...cheater..."

"Hardly."

The stallion pushed forward that little bit more, finally bottoming out inside of the big orca. He could feel that throbbing, clenching, needy hole all around his cock, his balls churning like mad as he pressed up against the base of the orca's tail. God, it was a hot feeling, so smooth and so firm against him.

He was going to wreck that ass. He really was.

"Ready for me to keep going?"

"You better fucking believe it," Peter muttered.

"Heh, stretched?"

"Mmmph...maybe."

"If you're not now, you're about to be."

Settling himself into the proper position, Andrew pulled back and set to work. One thrust, two, three to set the rhythm, and then he was humping regularly, his hips pumping back and forth, back and forth, his cock stirring up the orca's insides. He could see from Peter's expressions that it felt great to him, and to be completely honest, it felt amazing to him, as well.

He grunted from the pleasure of being balls deep inside of someone that could take it so well, his cock throbbing, the tip tingling from just how close he was to orgasm already. The heat and warmth and sheer bliss of being so deep inside of someone, feeling their hole stretching, feeling them shaping themselves to his cock was just what the stallion needed after his pride had taken such a beating.

In, out, in, out, his balls swinging forward and slapping against the base of that tail, against that rounded rump. In and out, in and out, feeling those muscles tighten every time he bottomed out in that hole, feeling Peter shivering under him, feeling that intense pleasure from the big whale.

In and out, in and out, and then, the orca came.

"Nnngh...ah...ah!"

As Peter arched his back, thrusting his hips up to meet the stallion's thrusts, his cock just about exploded with cum. It splattered all over the orca's belly, smearing him with more shiny ooze, and Andrew grinned as he looked down at his partner, at his co-whore. He'd just pushed that button, and he'd pushed it hard.

And he wasn't even done.

"On your side," he grunted.

As Peter rolled over, he got a completely different feeling, thrusting into that hole from a completely different angle. He had to straddle that tail, still, but now, it was guiding his cock in differently. His balls hung down more freely, and he had to hold Peter's leg in the air, but it was fine. He could do that. He had the strength.

Forward, back, forward, back, his balls beating against the back of the orca's thigh now rather than against his ass. Forward, back forward, back, each thrust making that floppy orca dick start rising up again. He grinned, feeling the power of a stallion again, enjoying the sight of his co-whore just getting it.

But more than that, he savored the feeling of that tight hole clenching on him, reminding him how good it felt to be inside of someone. Each thrust met with that wet, warm interior, his pre-cum sliming it up, making it that much easier to fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His mind was sliding away, going completely one-track with what he wanted, what he needed. That ass. That tight hole. He humped harder, faster, huffing through his nose and feeling like he was puffing out steam from how hot he felt. His balls tingled, churned, and were slowly rising up. His cock tingled with pleasure, the need to cum rising, the urge to just blow his load and fill his co-whore all that he could think about.

Forward, back, forward, back, his hips slowly starting to tire, but he was close. No. He was there.

With a loud whinny, he slammed in all the way, burying his cock in that black and white ass. He felt another clench, a pulling, tugging feeling from inside, and he knew that Peter was pulling at his cock, milking it hard, making him cum hard. Harder. He moaned, slumping forward a bit, panting as he emptied his balls in that tight hole.

Well, once-tight. It was definitely looser now.

As he felt his cock tingling, pulsing, occasionally throbbing with one last little squirt, he looked down at his friend. The orca was panting hard, covered in sweat, and he had clearly enjoyed the hell out of that. Andrew smiled.

"I think...I think I might win that bet."

"Mmmph...haven't had your turn on the bottom yet."

"Yeah...in a minute."

"Feel good?"

"Feels great."

"Heh..."

They smiled, nodding at each other, not finding any more words just then. He still couldn't believe how easy that had been. Much easier than finding someone at the club, much easier than flirting and trying to get his dick in someone that didn't know if they could take horses or not. It was just...better.

And now that he understood his former life that much more, he didn't feel like he had lost that much. Sure, there were things that he had to get used to, and his pride was probably going to take a beating from time to time, but as long as he had people like Peter around, he was pretty sure that he could make it work.

Certainly if he had a hole like this waiting for him after he got fucked up the ass...

The stallion groaned as he started pulling back, dragging his softening cock out of that tight pucker. It squeezed down on him a bit more than he expected, and he had to really tug to get it free, but he managed it. It popped out, the flare still slightly hard, and the expected deluge of cum followed after. Peter grunted, groaning a little, but rather than trying to plug himself, he reached down and collected the mess that was sliding out.

"Heh, afraid of getting your sheets dirty?"

"No, just getting the lube for you."

"You don't have any here?"

"I prefer to go more...natural."

And as the orca started slathering up his cock with the horse's own cum, he had to admit that his hole puckered just a bit in anticipation. It was going to be a wild ride, that was for sure, and he imagined that he was going to have a rather sore bottom afterwards.

Yet, even that felt acceptable. Even that felt better.

"Pick a position," Peter said. "It's my turn."

The End

Summary: Andrew tries to deal with his new life, and with a bit of help from Peter, starts to come to terms with his history being ripped from him.

Tags: M/M, orca, horse, stallion, horse cock, oral, blowjob, anal, creampie, series, modern fantasy, collar, slave, whore, naked,