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Reality Five: There Is No Limits
One Shot One: The Lack of Power is an Acquired Taste
PRELUDE: THIS IS NOT PART OF THE OFFICIAL STORYLINE OF THE REALITY ZERO SERIES! None of the NSFW material is needed in order to tell the story of R0. This whole reality is just Quint being horny.
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- Reality 5, October 7, 2022, 15:21 -
I slowly rise from my slumber, greeted by the silence of the room. The lights are dimmed and the door is closed. I’m laying on the same bed I’ve been forced to sleep on for months, an old queen size, barely enough for 2 people. It feels uncomfortable to lay on, but it’s all he gave me.
Standing up, I stumble towards the door to check if it’s locked. Giggling the door handle doesn’t make it budge even the slightest bit. He isn’t home.
I turn the lights fully on and look around the room. The blacked out windows, the various equipment strewn around the room, the old and worn walls, all so familiar. It makes me quiver in excitement, remembering it’s all to his design.
On the bedside table lay a tray of various different foods. A sandwich made with high quality vegetables and deli meats, a side of homemade potato chips salted to perfection, a pickle with just enough bitter and salty notes to make your mouth water. He must’ve made this for me before he left.
I start my meal, taking my time to prolong the wait. The wait for him to arrive back home.
“‘Sorry man, I can’t give you the drink if you can’t pay for it.”’
‘Ugh… can you put it on my tab?’
“‘Nope. No tabs. Bar policy.”’
Of course. I can’t even drink my sadness away. This whole month has been terrible. I lost my job, I lost my home, I can barely even afford to eat, and now I can’t even take away the pain.
“I can pay for it.” I look over. A friendly face I don’t recognize. A skinny rat about a foot shorter than me. “Seems like you really need something to calm you down.”
‘Y-yeah. I’ve had a rough month.’ I say weakly. ‘Life is really taking me down a dark path.’
“I can tell. I’ve seen you come to this bar every day this week and just drink your life away.” He’s talking in a very comforting tone, a tone that puts me somewhat at ease. He passes the bartender his card. “Get me a dry martini and the big guy whatever he wants.”
The bartender glares down at me. “‘Same as usual?”’ I nod. “‘Alright, a dry martini and some scotch coming up.”’
The rat sits in the stool next to me, placing his arm on my shoulder. “Quint, by the way.”
‘...Tri.’
Walking down the street never really made me feel nervous, but my stomach feels like it’s in a knot. He told me that he could help me turn my life around for the better, but it feels too good to be true. A random guy giving me the opportunity to take me out of this slump in my life? I can’t believe it, but something about him made me take the chance. I have nothing left to lose.
About 3 blocks down from the bar is his place, a small, rundown house that seems to be empty from the outside. Walking up to the door, I knock. The door opens.
“Tri! Welcome! Come in!” He looks and sounds happy to see me.
‘Hey. Thanks for giving me this help, I really need it.’
“You can thank me later. I haven’t even discussed the help yet, but I’m very sure you’ll like what I have to say.” That gives me some assurance. “Here, come sit.” He points to the couch and heads to the kitchen. “What do you want to drink? Water? Kool-aid? More scotch?”
‘Eh, water is fine.’ I sit down on the couch, laying my backpack on the couch next to me. He comes over with 2 water bottles in hand, tossing one to me and sitting down in a chair. ‘So, what’s this all about?’
“Well, I was actually looking for someone to help share this house with. I’m just looking for some help around the house. All I need you to do is help me when I need it, and you can stay here for as long as you want.” This sounds way too good to be true, yet him saying it makes it feel real.
‘Alright, what type of help do you need?’ It shouldn’t be too bad. Some cleaning or repairing is easy.
“Hmm… how do I put this…” He looks really confused on what to say. “...How about curing loneliness?”
He shows me to the room I’ll be staying in. Nothing too much, just a small bed and bedside table, along with a walk in closet.
“So, what do you think? I know it’s not much but some more furniture and stuff and it’s a perfectly fine room worthy of staying in.”
‘I’ll take it.’ His gratuity fills me with excitement like I’ve never felt before. Something about him feels so inviting…
“Perfect. How about we get you set up then. Did you bring your stuff?”
‘...I don’t have anything, really. I lost everything except for the clothes on my back and whatever is in my backpack.”
“Wow, you really were at rock bottom. Where were you staying all this time?”
‘I was living on the streets for about a week. The bar was the only place that would feed me and the gym down the road was the only place that would let me shower. Homeless people get shafted really hard around these parts.’
“Well, sounds like you need to rest on a real bed again. How about you make yourself comfortable and I go make you something to eat? You must be starving.”
‘Yeah, I really am. Where’s your bathroom? I need to shower.’
“Down the hall and on the right.”
“Hey, before you go to bed, come and see me.”
I walk down the hallway into his room. He’s laying in his bed, reading a book and covered by a blanket. He looks up at me, his glare piercing through me. It makes me feel something I never have before, but I like it.
“Glad to see you remembered. Come here.” He removes the blanket from himself, revealing his lack of clothes. I blush and walk toward him. He sets down his book and motions me to join him in bed. I do so. I lay down to his side, stripping myself of my own clothes.
“Turn around.” I move my body to face away from him, my face growing a nasty grin. I feel his hand grab my ass and spread it. He sticks his dick into it, letting out a sigh as he does. I wince but stay silent. “This is what I meant by curing loneliness.” I close my eyes and let him have his fun, moaning and gasping along the way. He clearly has experience at this.
“It’s only going to get better from here, Tri.” His soft but demanding voice fills me with even more excitement than before. I can feel his eyes staring directly into the back of my head. It only makes me feel even better. Finally, after a few minutes of pounding into me, we both cum in unison, letting out big sighs. “Ahhh… I’m glad you enjoyed that just as much as I did…”
‘Y-yeah… please don’t let that be the last time…’
“Of course not. The fun is only going to increase.~” I love that cockiness. I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of him.
I wake up the next day in my room, seeing the windows blacked out and the door’s lock turned around. I’m wearing nothing but a collar around my neck. It feels right having it around my neck, like he really wanted to cement how much I love him.
Getting up, I open the door and walk into the living room, not even bothering to put on any clothes. He’s sitting on the same chair, reading the same book as last night.
‘M-morning…’
He looks up at me, with the same glare as last night, filling me with the same excitement. “Morning. Did you sleep well?”
‘Y-yeah. Feels nice to finally sleep in a bed again.’
“Well, from the looks of it, you enjoyed everything else that happened.” He looks down at my erect cock. “Enjoyed it very much…”
I gulp. ‘Yeah… Can we do it again soon?’
“Tonight. Take a shower and get dressed, we’re going shopping.” His commands fill me with joy. I obey his word. ‘...Yes sir.’ He smirks.
On our trip out we go to various stores for various different things. The furniture store to make my room more homey, some clothing stores to expand my meager wardrobe, the grocery store to plan out dinners. The whole time we were out, I felt embarrassed by the collar around my neck, yet never wanted to take it off. It made me feel good knowing how much I meant to him for him to put this on me. I love feeling this good.
Our last destination is a kink shop downtown. At first I felt even more embarrassed walking in, but slowly I just calmed down and let him pick out what he wanted. Some BDSM gear, some poppers, some roleplay stuff, etc, all specially fit for me. Each item he picked up made me imagine how he would use it on me with my massive muscular body. He makes his purchases and we leave, the store clerk glaring at me the whole time with a look of jealousy. On the drive home, he makes conversation.
“So, how did you end up in your slump? House burn down? Death of a loved one? Job lost?”
‘The job. I worked as a professional bodybuilder for the gym I told you about. Due to some backroom scandal I was let go on the basis that I was drugging myself up, which wasn’t and still isn’t the case. I’m fairly sure that my poor performance as of late was to blame. I got a back injury from lifting too much. It’s healed now, but it really did kill my career. I was only allowed to shower there because the guy at the front desk I knew well.’
“Damn, that sucks. I actually like that gym a lot. Lots of free space, good music selection and lots of friendly folk. Sucks that you were let go. How about family?”
‘I never really had a good relationship with anyone in my bloodline. As soon as I became of age I dropped out and got a place of my own. I don’t talk to anyone except my brother on occasion.’
“I’ve had a pretty rough life too. I was born into a very large and poor family. I had to make do with what I had myself. Getting this house alone took a lot of work.” He looks over. “Hopefully you can make that work a lot easier.” I blush.
‘M-me too.’
Who knew being tied to your bed could be so fun? He covered my eyes and ears and handcuffed me to the bed, leaving me perfectly hopeless in the middle of my room, just waiting for him to use me as he saw fit.
I could feel his fingers run down the side of my chest, the sensation amplified by the lack of sensory input I had. It was insanely pleasurable, just a gentle touch on my skin and I could already feel myself getting hard. His other hand grabbed my cock and he started playing with it. I could feel his tongue licking it up and down, slowly yet surely. His touch was the best feeling I’ve ever felt.
His other hand left my body. I happily anticipated what he was grabbing next, and I was not disappointed. I felt a very soft thing touch my neck, something akin to that of a feather. It felt exhilarating having a new sensation grace a virgin part of me. My arms and legs shook out of pleasure. I felt so glad he could do so much to make me feel good.
I finished my sandwich. I turn to face the door and wait. About 5 minutes go by and the door opens. Seeing my master stand in the doorway filled me with such glee.
‘Master! You’re finally home!’ I could feel the dumb grin grimace across my face and my cock throb in it’s cage. I couldn’t help but get excited seeing him.
He glared at me with that all too familiar glare that I adored so much. He started taking off his clothes, revealing that sexy body that I loved so dear. I could feel my mouth drooling at the sight of him. “Come here.” I obeyed.
“I’m not feeling all too adventurous tonight, so I just wanna go simple. Suck.” I obey. I grab his cock and stick it in my mouth, giving him the best blowjob I could. His taste was so invigorating, so insanely pleasurable I couldn’t help but precum onto the floor. I serviced him the best I knew how. “Good boy.” Oh how I loved being called a good boy. I couldn’t imagine that past me being this enthralled with this relationship.
END OF REALITY FIVE, ONE SHOT ONE
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