Page 16 of Maison De Fous

The crowd’s too caught up in their own little worlds of depravity to notice me as I slip closer to him. His whole body is shaking, one hand clutching that ragged bear while the other fumbles with his adult diaper. Jesus, this guy’s a fucking mess. This is one fucking kink I never understood, but shit, I’m not here to judge. Fuck knows I have a few questionable kinks of my own. I crouch beside him, leaning in close, letting my breath hit his ear. “You like what you see, huh?”

He jumps, startled, but when his eyes meet mine, they’re filled with pure desperation, like he’s waiting for someone to tell him what to do. I can work with that.

“How ‘bout I help you out?” I whisper, letting my hand rest on his shoulder, doing my best to play the perfect care giver role this fucker craves. “I’ll take care of you. You just gotta be a good boy for me, okay?”

He sniffles and nods, but doesn’t say anything, just sobs harder. Standing, I take a seat in a wooden chair, as I look down on him. His whole body trembles, his eyes lighting up with excitement as I pull out his pacifier, and shove my fingers into his mouth. He sucks on them automatically, moaning with pleasure like the broken little freak he is.

I glance back up at Indie, my eyes burning into her as she turns, snapping the whip again. Her subject, some naked fool on his knees, in front of her with a raging hard on, flinches as the leather cracks just above his head. He’s so fucked from the liquor and drugs coursing through his veins that he’s begging her for more.

The heat pooling inside me is unbearable, and the man baby’s tongue swirling around my thick fingers is only adding to it. I’m rock hard, my cock straining against my pants so fucking much it hurts. Fuck this shit, I can’t take it anymore.

I pull my fingers from his lips, and his sobs return, only this time louder. My patience snaps, replaced by a darker, more primal need. I’m too fucking horny for this shit. I grab him by the back of his neck and yank him into my lap. He squirms, and moans against me, trying to cling to that ragged teddy bear like it’s his last defense, but I’m not having it.

“Shh it’s okay. Daddy Johnny just wants to play,” I growl, my lips curling into a wicked grin. His eyes go wide beneath stupid mask black mask he was given. His body trembles against mine, but I can feel it—the way he’s pressing into me, the way he’stwitching. He’sscared, caught off guard by my aggression, but he wants it. They always do.

I take my time, unzipping my jeans slowly, letting the piece of shit hear the sound of the zipper dragging down. His whole body quivers beneath me, caught somewhere between terror and twisted desire. It’s fucking exciting. With one hand, I spit into my palm and smear it over my hard cock, coating my entire girth in a slick layer of saliva.

He’s going to fucking need it.

“Shh, baby,” I whisper mockingly, sliding my hand over his thigh. “Don’t cry. Daddy Johnny is gonna make it all better. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For Daddy to make you feel good?”

His head dips in a slow, trembling nod, eyes locked on mine, pleading. He wants this, even if he’s too pussy to say it. I can feel it in the way his breath stutters, the way his hands clench at his sides like he’s trying to hold himself back. But he fucking craves it—needs me to take control and give him what he’s too weak to ask for. I drag my fingers down his arm, watching the shiver that runs through him.

Ah, fuck. He’s all mine now.

I don’t give him a chance to adjust as I shove myself inside him, and the scream that tears from his throat is fucking music to my goddamn ears. He screeches, a sound so shrill and broken it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. But underneath that, there’s something else—a low, filthy fucking moan that’s buried beneath his cries. His body bucks against me, his hips pushing back, craving to take more of me.

The sick bastardwantsit.

I laugh, deep and low, gripping his waist as I thrust harder. His screams turn into strangled gasps, his voice cracking like a child throwing a tantrum. But his hand… his hand is wrappedaround himself, jerking his tiny cock furiously in rhythm with me.

“How’s that, baby? Hmm? Does that feel good? Yeah? You like when Daddy Johnny fucks you, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes I like that Daddy,” he grunts. “I’m such a good boy for you. Please don’t stop. Baby likes it very much.”

His hips meet mine with every thrust, his whole body strung tight, like he’s on the edge of breaking but can’t get enough of the pain.

“Fuck yeah. Such a good boy. This is what you wanted, isn’t it. This is what you needed.” I snarl, thrusting deeper, feeling him clench around me. “You like Daddy’s dick in your tight little ass.”

His moans grow louder, his sobs mixing with hunger filled gasps. The teddy bear falls from his hands as he reaches back, gripping my thighs, pulling me in. His body shakes with every thrust, but he’s not trying to get away. Not anymore. Now he’s drowning in the pain and the twisted pleasure, his face contorted in a mix of agony and need.

“That's it,” I groan, pushing harder, faster. “Take it. Fucking take my cock.”

His body jerks violently, his whole frame twitching as he reaches his own release, a guttural moan escaping his lips as jets of white come shoot into the air, coating the crowd of people. I feel his puckered hole tighten around me, and the sensation sends a shudder through me. He’s a pathetic mess on my lap, his body quaking as his head falls back against my chest and his fake pitiful whining starts again almost instantly.

Fucking hell, he’s like some broken, helpless little man child that doesn’t know when the game is fucking over. His high-pitched, whimpering cries pierce through my skull, grating on every nerve I’ve got left.

“Will you shut the fuck up,” I snarl, shoving him off me. He hits the floor with a thud, rolling onto his side like the useless lump he is. His face contorts, a fresh round of sobbing starting up, his hands reaching out for something.

That’s when I see it—the pathetic, ragged teddy bear clutched tightly in his fingers.

“Oh, isthiswhat you want?” I sneer, bending down to snatch the filthy bear from his grasp. He immediately reaches for it, his eyes wide and pleading behind that stupid baby mask. The desperation in his expression makes my lip curl.

“Look at you. Fucking pathetic,” I say, holding the teddy just out of reach. “Crying over this piece of shit? You want it so bad, huh? Well, you’re gonna have to work for it. You have to be a good little boy and finish what you started for Daddy.”

I grab him by the back of the neck, dragging him between my legs and shoving his face into my groin. His breath comes in sharp, panicked gasps, but he doesn’t resist—he wouldn’t dare.

“Lick,” I command, keeping my voice low and dangerous. "You want your fucking bear? Then be a good boy andlick.”

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