Sentimental Sensations & Aggressive Negotiations

He lets the breath out and looks forward at the large round mirror above his dresser in the room. Looking somewhat distant. "Girls, could you excuse us for a moment?" He looks to them. "...Feel free to continue downstairs...and Thanks, for the fun, you were both quite delicious." He says with a slight smile and a wink that doesnt feel too real. He returns to looking forward at the mirror, Something between melancholy and regret, or apprehnsion is written across his face.

"Ahuh, Of course baby. Rebecca, lets get going, that cuties gonna get all the attention for a while anyways, that and I NEED to taste you again bitch, you're a whole fuckin snack lil missy." The Redhead says as she kisses the cheek of the other girl who seemed a little down that they were being turned away from such a large man, well moreso his large appendage, but now she looks energized again. Excited for what The Redhead had in store for her. Closing the door behind them they laugh and chat on the way downstairs.

You're finally coming back to your senses from riding the afterglow and letting that pleasure flow away, genuinely feeling more relaxed than you have in months. You look up to notice this brutish man staring at you again. A look of longing, for what, you're not sure. You're not that special, are you? The idea makes you flustered and a smile come across your lips. In doing so Bobby snaps back to attention noticing you've essentially come to. What then was he looking like that for? He seemed distant, obviously why would you think he, or anyone, would consider you special? Idiot.

"Hey beautiful." He says to you, as he leans back onto the bed and crawls somewhat over you. Sending another pulsing thrill throughout your nerves. Those words are so effective and you don't understand why. He must just be that charismatic kind of guy that a compliment from him can whoo ANY girl, or er, well uh guy in this case?

"He-...hi" You respond subdued and shy. Why are you being like this, you've NEVER been like this. Some of the girls you've been with have, although you never really seemed to be able to provide what they were looking for in the aspect of dominance. You never liked being aggressive, especially to the women you liked. You felt like you'd be one of "those guys" the ones everyone detests. Half the time you'd find a woman attractive, you'd have that fear they'd just see you as one of those types to begin with. You didnt understand guys often. Although Maybe your apprehnsion to just take charge is what caused some of those failed and awkward encounters? Wait, why are you thinking about any of this? You just got lost in thought and jumping from thought to thought RIGHT after Bobby started a conversation. Hes still hovering above you, but he's suprisingly being patient, and just watching you with a slight bit of concern on his face.

"There you are, where'd you go?" He asks, clearly being fully aware you were lost in thought. A mixture of concern but also happiness is written on his face. Whats he got to be so happy about?

"Oh, I...I dont know. My heads just, kinda all over the place right now...hey uh...what just happened exactly?" You ask, he raises an eyebrow in response, not immediately understanding what exact moment youre reffering to. "Ive....I've NEVER felt like that before, Im not suppos-I, I just, I mean it was like a fog, just, came over me, and I couldn't tell myself NO...wait...is, is that some Airborne BIMBUG BULLSHIT!?" You ask, suddenly accusatory and turning your **** feelings into projected anger.

"What?" He half chuckles out while responding in genuine confusion. A look of complete bafflement painted across his face now. You begin to sit up a bit, fueled by this new wave of righteous indignation. Stabbing a finger in his direction.

"Yeah! Infact, it felt ENTIRELY out of my control! You...they...These, damn trannies are ruining people, they're dangerous! And I KNOW that, so OF COURSE ID KNOW BETTER THAN TO STAY, You guys did something to me, am, oh god, wait, am I gonna start changing into one of those freaks?"

Bobbg visibly cringes and looks hurt throughout your outburst. Goddamnit...You're angry and scared but....but maybe throwing slurs and blame at someone you look up to and hasn't done anything wrong to you before isn't exactly the best approach? He looks to be contemplating for a few moments, not looking at you but moreso through you. Then his face darkens.

"...Ok...if thats how you wanna see it."

He says with an aggressive tone. His eyes flick up at you, full of anger. He grabs the hand you've been using to aggressively point and poke at his chest during your outburst and accusations. He does so with such an aggresive motion, you reflexively bring up your other hand to protect yourself from him possibly hitting you, maybe you went too far? He's never hit you, or anyone else that you know of but, what if the Bimbug changes people? It DOES change people, You know it usually makes them more horny, or, according to them, more liberated. But aggresive? You have no idea. Luckily, or...unluckily, rather than an impact, you now have both your hands encased by just one of his. He Manuevers his hand down to your wrists and slamming them above your head against the pillows. Speaking through clenched and bared teeth, fully hovering over you and having pushed you back down he sharply spits out.

"Listen here Pup, NO ONE asked you to come over, NO ONE ASKED you to come into my room. It shouldve been clear as day we were busy, BUT YOU JUST HAD TO COME IN. Dont push the blame on me for your own desires flaring up, you little uncollared bitch."

He is furious and is scaring the daylights out of you, your eyes are WIDE, you're entirely at his mercy with your hands restrained and one of his legs betwen your two, so you cant even try to whip or jostle your legs away. Strangest of all, an insane part of you is getting extremely aroused again. Your heads already beginning to go fuzzy, limbs becoming weaker. Your body's senses lighting up to his contact. You're so confused and terrified of what he might do but also somehow excited? He Must be doing it again, whatever it was he did before. This BASTARD!

"You! You're doin it...it ag-agai-" You grunt and shake your head to clear it of the fog. "NO, ugh! You're doing it again! Let me go, I don't want whatever mind fuckery virus shit you're doing to me!"

Confusion overtakes his anger for a moment, unknown to you, he wasnt actually intending on doing anything sexual just now, he wanted to just yell at you, but knows you're likely to bolt if he did so he restrained you. He just wanted to strike fear into you, he wanted to punish you. "Wait a damn second." He thinks. Bobby quickly comes up with an of an idea.

"You're damn right I am, you're too difficult to deal with if i don't. Bad dogs get punished, and this..er..musk of mine can break down the most mentally capable of prey...due to the, uh, VIRUS, being so potent, it can't change you, but it can completely bend you to my whims. So it's ok, embrace it, just give in to me. You know what it feels like pup, you've already gotten a taste." He finishes saying as he moves an armpit into your face, covering your nose. A STRONG body odor and musk assaults your senses.

He's Right! You KNEW IT, this stuff is immediately affecting you. Fucking Virus! Your brains becoming completely fuzzy now, so you hold your breath to focus on staying normal instead and struggle to get out from under him.

"Ohh dont be like that now little doggy, take in more. Its not your fault the virus is so effective, even the MOST normal types will completely become good subserviant bitches in response to it. So its Not Your Fault if you give in. You deserve this for being so bad, puppy." He whispers into your ear sensually while you struggle.

The kicking and flailing of your legs oddly enough does less to aid your escape, and more to just arouse you, you forgot his leg was inbetween yours, so every movement and flail grinds your groin against his large thigh. Your heads starting to get light and panic is beginning to kick in, throat straining with its need for air, but you cant, you have to escape! His other hand reaches down and slowly caresses your stomach. This drives an insane pulse through you that pushes your limit of holding your breath to its peak.

You let out the massive breath you've held and take gulping breaths in to compensate for the crazy heart rate and lack of oxygen you've caused. But, as a result, Bobbys musk immediately returns and every, single, breath, is an **** on your brain. Your breathing is so rapid, that scent is just flowing, your last cohesive but traitorous thoughts are, maybe you deserve to be punished, if you can't even make a simple escape, maybe you're just pathetic, and should give up. Maybe you HAVE been an asshole, and needlessly rude, maybe you SHOULD be Punished.

Over the course of about a minute you go from trying not to breath him in to willingly huffing every inch of his musky pit, trying to get every inch of scent into your brain. Moaning out lightly in response to the exploding pleasure you receive from it, as well as the grinding thats continued. Your legs now, rather than flailing to escape, are rubbing together against his thigh. "Its...not my...my fault. Vi-virus...basstard." you moan out in between huffs.

Above you, bobby sighs quietly, trying not to communicate his annoyance. "This fucking idiot. Was that so hard?Repressing is so stupid. Why do you let your mind conjur up dumb shit and anger yourself over it. You don't NEED to be manly or 'normal' to...be happy...heh...hey kettle." He thinks to himself as he watches you writhe and slowly give in of your own volition with the help of a little white lie.