my (freaky) challengers works
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Art straightens up from where he’d crumpled after Patrick had so graciously slapped his fucking dick, and suddenly realizes just how out of his depth he is. There’s no playbook for this. No strategy for how to go about interacting with your best friend after a dubiously accidental make-out session.
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a look at what might have happened right after Tashi left the hotel room that night.
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- Part 1 of my (freaky) challengers works
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Art writhes in place, sobbing as the sound doesn’t let up the pressure on his already abused prostate. Precum bubbles up from the sides of the sound and slides down the side of Art’s otherwise neglected cock. Art whimpers as Patrick catches his mouth in a filthy kiss, longing to wrap his arms around the other man, though he knows better than to ask them to undo the restraints.
A litany of breathy moans are escaping Art’s mouth now, as Tashi fucks the sound in and out of him, bumping against his prostate each time.
Art finds his hips twitching up of their own accord, and they positively jerk in place as Tashi clicks a button and the fucking sound starts vibrating.
“AGH-“ Art bites off his shout before Tashi’s neighbors can put in a noise complaint. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit-“ he chants instead, brain practically short circuiting.
He realizes he’s screwed his eyes shut, body taut as he strains against the leather holding him down.
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obligatory art gets sounded fic!
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- Part 2 of my (freaky) challengers works
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When Patrick visits, Tashi drags them both to a rave in the city. Art’s been to them with her before, and it’s really something to behold: Tashi, lost in the music like she only ever is on the court, twisting and pulsing with the beat.
Patrick brings molly, because of course he does.
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- Part 3 of my (freaky) challengers works
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Here’s the thing: for the longest time, Art can’t sleep. It eludes him no matter how hard he tries. Even when he’s exhausted from a long day at practice, in bed, when the dorm is dark, he can’t seem to sleep.
It’s not even nightmares. Just thoughts. Running circles around his brain, over and over and over until the weak light of dawn breaks into the curtains.
It’s making everything complicated. He’s supposed to be in tip top shape. He goes to one of the top tennis academies of the country, for Christ’s sake. His performance is lacking.
Patrick notices.
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- Part 4 of my (freaky) challengers works
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In which Art has some revelations of the kink variety, Patrick is full of surprises, and Tashi makes a list.
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- Part 5 of my (freaky) challengers works