Cory woke up on the floor of his own bedroom, and quickly realized he was unable to move, and that there was an awful taste in his mouth. He tried to pull his arms from behind his back, only to realize that he practically been hogtied, with his arms behind his back, and his ankles bound together. Cory tried to yell about this fact, only to discover that his mouth had been taped shut, and no doubt there was a sock shoved in there. It was undoubtedly that of one of his captors, but he couldn’t quite figure out which one- not that it mattered. Paul and Blair were both equally disgusting, and he imagined their socks were probably equally unpleasant.
“Good morning, live-in slave!” Paul exclaimed, as Cory craned his neck up to see the couple on his bed, looking as if they’d just had sex. Cory cringed at the idea of having to sleep in the same bed that those two just copulated it, but he was about to have bigger problems than that in a moment. “Oh, just to let you know, Blair decided she’s moving in. I figured you wouldn’t mind, buddy.” Paul and Blair both cackled evilly amongst themselves, as Cory tried fo voice his displeasure, despite the fact that it came out in muffled cries. Both of them got up, Blair just in a bra and a pair of booty shorts, and Paul just in a pair of sweatpants. “And we‘ve both come to the conclusion that you need to start pulling your weight around here, and we’ve got a few ideas about how you can earn your keep.” Paul pulled Cory up to his knees, and much to Cory’s horror, Paul had a full on erection, very visible through the sweatpants.
“First, you can suck me off. I’ll just go ahead and rather than give you the money, just throw it directly into your part of the rent. I’m sure that’s what you’d want anyways.” The idea of having to slob on Paul’s horrid, unwashed dick, especially after it had just been inside Blair, made Cory’s skin crawl.
“Or, if you wanna earn some real money....” Blair piped up, now shaking her massive, disgusting ass at Cory. “I’ve always really wanted to make fart porn. And I’m not gonna subject my boyfriend to this monster ass. You’ve always been the ideal victim, Cory. I’ve already got the camera, all you gotta do is lay on the bed and let me do all the work. The video will be uploaded by tonight, and then we start making that fart porn money. Probably a few thousand bucks. Whadd’ya say?” Blair punctuated that with a laugh and a smack of her ass.
Cory was between a rock and a hard place now...
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