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Henry loved Logan.
He loved his lack of self-respect, his strong desperation for approval, his masochism and how easy it was for him to submit and obey.
He loved how Logan was nothing but an extension of Henry.
A less handsome, less smart, less interesting and less successful extension, of course. But all of that was fine because Henry loved having a physical embodiment of everything he hated about himself… that way he could punish it for existing in the first place.
For tonight’s party, Henry did the same thing he always did. He took his sweet time getting himself ready as the party crew set everything up downstairs, then he gave Henry the exact outfit he was going to wear: Leather pants and a black sleeveless tank top.
Once Logan was dressed, Henry grabbed the collar, which was more than just about tonight’s costume. Henry was Logan’s owner, and not only tonight, so he tightened it as much as possible to remind him he was nothing without Henry.
He was nothing. At all.
As usual, Logan simply took the pain of the tight collar without complaint.
“Wait here. In position,” Henry ordered when he heard more noise downstairs. People were already coming in and getting the party started.
He didn’t wait for Logan to respond, he simply walked out and went downstairs to greet his guests.
Henry enjoyed his parties, he liked the music and the dancing and having people over-indulging in all kinds of fun, but his favorite part came after, when everyone was already intoxicated in one way or another and he could finally get started with his own fun.
Because more than anything, Henry was a watcher. He enjoyed lurking in the shadows and watching people slowly get looser and more vulnerable. He loved feeling like a hunter.
A predator.
So a couple hours in, he finally retracted from the party and started lurking. Observing. He leaned on the railing in the second floor and looked down at all the little mice in his trap.
He started scanning the crowd in search of his next victim.
It could be anyone, really, Henry didn’t give a shit about gender. As long as it was an innocent-looking creature he could take advantage of…
And that’s when he finally saw the perfect subject for the night. Talking about an innocent-looking creature, his eyes zeroed on an angel with huge white wings and a sweet smile.
How appropriate.
His cock started swelling immediately, simply by the idea of defiling a pretty little angel.
He smirked under his mask and observed the blonde girl interacting with her group of friends for a few minutes before he finally decided to approach.
As soon as Henry walked to the group, he took off his bull mask. Immediately, his acquaintance from university recognized him, then introduced him to the group.
He heard everyone’s name and pretended to give a fuck, but he didn’t really capture any name. He didn’t give a fuck about them.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, only to the angel, lifting a hand to greet her formally in front of everyone. Mostly to stake a claim. And it worked, immediately everyone else got the memo and moved out of the way as the angel smiled at him, “I’m Henry.”
She knew. But he still wanted to remind her.
“Yeah, of course. I know who you are. By the way, this is such a cool house,” she said. She was definitely not the prettiest girl around, but Henry didn’t give a fuck about her face anyway, so he moved past it.
“Thanks,” he murmured, forcing a smile, then had to endure ten minutes of small talk before finally making a first move to check if she was going to be a good subject or not.
As soon as he wrapped his hand around her waist and moved closer, the angel opened up her body to him. That was enough of a response.
She would be useful for the night.
“You want to come with me, so we can have a private party of two?” He asked, licking her earlobe. The angel nodded and rested her body against him.
Fucking finally. He hated this part, the politically correct ‘chase’, but he knew he had to play nice if he wanted things to move along easier. Even if sometimes it was fun when they weren’t quite that easy…
It wasn’t one of those moments, though.
He walked to the stairs, pulling the angel along, but stopped at one of the tables filled with party favors. He grabbed a lollipop and tore the package open with his teeth to suck on it before dipping it inside one of the funny-dip jars.
A delicious concoction of a few substances that made people act in all kinds of ways, usually naughty ways.
Henry didn’t take it, of course, that wouldn’t be fun for him. Instead, he offered it to the Angel.
“What’s that?” She asked in suspicion, but Henry didn’t respond.
“Just take it. Open,” he ordered, pressing the lollipop against her lips. She hesitated a little, but he was being insistent, pushing the candy against her lips while holding her tight until she finally accepted the lollipop inside her mouth.
He smirked in satisfaction and looked at her red lips as he sucked on the candy, absorbing the concoction successfully.
“You want some?” She asked and pulled the lollipop out of her mouth, trying to be sexy. He moved back.
“No. Let’s go upstairs,” he demanded, moving away from the candy, then pulled her behind him until they got to his bedroom, “Wait here.”
He left her standing in front of his Polaroid wall. The girl nodded and walked closer to inspect his pictures. He allowed her, knowing she would start feeling the funny-dip effects in a minute or two.
Henry walked to his closet and saw his pet there, in perfect position. On his knees, wearing the collar and his same outfit.
Immediately, Henry’s cock grew bigger. With his head down, Logan looked even more like him. So Henry’s aggression grew and he walked there to grab him by the hair and pull on it, making him look up.
“Are you going to be a good pet for me tonight?” He asked. Logan nodded, but Henry still slapped his stupid fucking face, making him gasp a little. He hadn’t been gentle, so his cheek turned red immediately.
“Thank you, Sir,” Logan said anyway, following the rules, “What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck the Angel,” Henry instructed, “Make it hurt.”
As soon as Logan got on his feet, Henry put the bull mask on him. Although, it looked more like an evil dog mask to him. An evil dog with horns, a naughty cock and a dirty soul.
And now it was really him… the pathetic, disgusting, imperfect version of Henry. The one he loved and hated on equal amounts.
Logan walked outside and Henry waited for the first encounter. That was usually enough to tell if the extra person was going to be a pain in the ass or not. This angel didn’t say much.
She was probably gone already.
So Henry felt confident enough to take a peek, right when Logan walked to her from behind as she continued looking at the pictures.
Logan loved touching women a lot more than touching men. He always got extra excited when Henry chose to bring him a woman. So he immediately wrapped his arms around her soft body and touched her tummy, then lower. He dipped his hand under her skirt and inside her panties without asking.
He had no manners whatsoever, he was just a brainless, evil, horny dog.
The angel closed her eyes and threw her head back, immediately moaning as if that soft touch was enough to get her going.
So the effects were in place. She was gone, her mind altered by the drugs.
Once he had the confirmation, Henry stepped out of the closet completely and took his seat on the chair in the corner. His preferred spot for watching the defilement of innocent creatures.
He relaxed back as Logan touched all over the girl, like the disgusting fucking dog he was. Desperate and eager to touch a beautiful, soft, delicate woman, a lot smaller than him.
Henry let out a growl and opened his zipper to finally pull his cock out.
His eyes were fixated on Logan. His pathetic self. His disgusting self. His needy self, starting to pull his pants down as the girl leaned on the wall and arched her back for him.
So she was an easy one. How fucking boring, he liked when his dog struggled a little more. But he was still enjoying the view from the back.
His pathetic self wearing horns to signify the darkness inside his lost soul as he finally slid inside the Angel in front of him. Destroying her innocence, making her moan as his big cock impaled her.
Henry growled and jerked himself faster as he heard Logan whine and jerk his hips pathetically. God, he was a terrible fuck. He was disgusting, so fucking useless, gross and dirty.
Extremely pathetic.
“Fuck her harder,” Henry demanded, his own hand moving faster. He was close already.
Logan whined and continued fucking into the angel, his fat ass clenching with each thrust.
“Tell me to keep going,” Logan begged the angel, like a needy fucking loser. He was truly pitiful.
Henry gripped himself harder.
“Keep going,” the angel complied, moaning like she was actually enjoying the lousy fuck. So she was pathetic as well. That made Henry pulse more. He loved pathetic people and making a circus out of them, “Keep going.”
“Say my name,” Logan finally instructed, “Say my fucking name! Say it!”
“Henry,” the angel obeyed, as Pathetic Henry continued fucking into her sweet, innocent, untouched pussy, rutting on her like the dirty dog he was, “Henry!”
Real Henry moaned, his eyes rolling back.
“More!” He demanded from his seat. Logan fucked her harder, “Make it hurt.”
“Say my fucking name!” Logan demanded again and started fucking her for real, burying his fingers into her hair and pulling her head back as he tightened his hold on her waist.
Logan could get violent and nasty. Just like Henry.
“Ah,” the girl cried out, trying to catch her breath, “Wait, you’re going too hard… ah… Henry.”
The poor little angel sounded like she was in pain and that made Henry lose it. He dragged his ass to the edge of his chair and pointed his cock down, then moaned as he spilled all over the floor, squeezing his cock as hard as he could to make sure every drop was out.
Meanwhile, his pathetic self was still grunting and slapping his hips into the now dirty angel. The two fucking animals grunting and moaning in pleasure they didn’t deserve.
They were fucking disgusting.
“Enough,” Henry demanded, “Send that nasty bitch away.”
Logan whined as if he felt disappointed and for a second he clinged to her body and fucked into her even more, but he knew better than to fucking disobey.
He forced himself to pull out of the bitch and walked to the door with his ass out and his wet cock bobbing in the air. The girl looked confused.
“Wait, I want more,” she said, lowering her hand in between her legs, to her throbbing pussy. She was under three different types of stimulants, so she was probably in need and dripping wet, her pussy clenching, missing Logan’s pathetic cock.
“I can’t give you more. Sir wants you to leave,” Logan said, pointing outside. The girl frowned and finally turned her head his way.
She gasped and put a hand over her heart when she spotted him in the corner.
“What the—“ she looked from one to the other. Henry’s pathetic self and his superior self, “God, you two are twins? You’re fucking sick!”
Henry smirked as she ran out of the room.
That was fine, she had served her purpose and the drugs in her system would make her forget what happened anyway. Or make her believe it had been simply a hallucination.
“Crawl to me, dog,” Henry instructed, then relaxed back as Logan went down to his knees and started crawling, just like that. Pants still halfway down, his evil dog mask in place, his horns there… now signifying how weak he was.
To let another man degrade him and treat him as lower than human. As a dog. A needy, pathetic bitch.
“My cum is all over the floor,” Henry warned once Logan got there. The dog stopped and looked down, “I hate a dirty floor. Clean it for me.”
Logan nodded and moved down to fucking do it, but the mask got in the way and it stopped his tongue from reaching all the way to the cum.
Henry laughed.
“Find a way, dog. Or you won’t get your reward,” he said, his cock coming back to life when he saw his dog self lowering himself to the ground and trying again. He laughed at the idiot, “Stupid dog.”
But he wasn’t completely stupid, he quickly figured out how to press his mask on the floor and push it to the side so he could reach the cum and lap it up from the ground. All of it.
God, he was gross. With his twisted mask, exposed asshole in the air, licking the dirty mess on the floor just because Henry said so.
But once he was done licking up every last drop of cum, he got back in all fours and continued crawling to Henry, until he was right there, at his feet. Like a loyal dog.
“You want me to hurt you?” Henry asked. Logan nodded and took a hand to his nasty cock in preparation.
Usually, Henry would fuck his mouth and slap him in the face until he came, but Henry didn’t want to take off the mask yet. And he was now craving something better than just a warm mouth.
“Get in the bed, ass up,” he instructed. Logan didn’t wait or hesitated, he simply stood up and climbed on Henry’s bed, getting in perfect position immediately.
Logan got up and walked behind him. Then simply took him in for a few seconds. Eagerly waiting for pain, his asshole fluttering in need already.
He was nothing but a pathetic animal. Henry was truly nauseated by the sight of him. He was repulsed to the core.
The first slap to Logan’s ass came hard and fast. Logan gasped in pain and forgot his line for a few seconds, so Henry spanked him again, even harder this time.
“Sorry! Thank you, Sir!” Pathetic Henry finally said, taking his hand to his cock again. Real Henry spanked his ass one more time, making his white cheek turn red, “Ah, fuck. Thank you, Sir!”
Logan really loved being spanked… or slapped in the face or punched in the nuts. He knew he was nothing but a disgusting little boy and he deserved the pain.
He deserved to be used and abused by a better man.
“Fucking take it, bitch,” Henry growled and spanked him again, as hard as he possibly could, making his pet cry out in pain. And again. And again. He spanked him so hard, Logan’s skin was an angry red and hot to the touch. He was crying into the mattress while jerking off at the same time, loving the pain and thanking Henry for each hit.
Henry had tried different techniques and tools over the past two years, but he quickly realized he preferred hurting Logan with his bare hands. So he continued for a while, squeezing his abused cheek and burying his nails into the flesh to make it hurt even more before spanking him again.
“Thank you, Sir,” Logan repeated in the middle of his crying, his voice trembling with pain.
“What are you?” Henry asked, pausing for a second, “Tell me.”
“I’m nothing,” the pathetic version of him said, his hand on his own cock moving faster as he tried to make himself come, “My name is Henry and I’m nothing. I’m worthless.”
“That’s fucking right,” he growled, spanking him again, “You’re nothing but a pathetic little bitch. Beg me to destroy you again.”
“Please, Sir,” Pathetic Henry begged, taking both of his hands to his ass and spreading himself open to his owner. His asshole was so used by Henry and the various objects he forced inside of him, that he was perpetually wide open. Just a loose cunt for Sir to use, “Destroy me again… make me hurt again. I’m fucking worthless, Sir. I’m a piece of shit.”
Henry nodded and spat down on Logan’s open asshole. Not to lube him up (because Pathetic Henry didn't deserve that much compassion) just to watch his spit run inside that nasty hole.
Then Henry moved closer and grabbed his cock to penetrate his dirty pet in one single motion. Hard. Mercilessly.
“Ahhh,” Logan cried out immediately, as if he hated it, but he was obviously addicted to the stretch, to the pain, to being used and to being reduced to nothing but a hole, “Fuck.”
Henry grabbed him by the hips and got all the way inside him. As deep as humanly possible. But he knew Logan would happily allow him to actually split his body open if Henry wanted to get even deeper inside of him.
“Fuck, you’re truly worthless,” Henry moaned as he moved his hips slowly out, then snapped them back into place harder than before, making Logan moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
He did that a few times until all that crying made him cum again. He kept himself logged all the way inside of Pathetic Henry for a few seconds, but then slowly pulled out.
He was bored already.
“I’ll go back to my party, you’re too boring,” he said, moving back and looking down at Logan in bed. Abused ass up and dripping with cum, with his masked face pressed on the mattress, “Stay like that until I’m back. I might bring someone else if I feel like it.”
“Okay, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“God, shut the fuck up,” he rolled his eyes and shook his head before heading back down.
He loved Logan, though.