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"Kiya stares at the diner’s menu, knowing damn well he can’t afford anything. Despair had kept hunger at bay at first, but now even the soul-crushing anguish of losing everything and everyone he loved isn’t enough to stop the constant pang of hunger in his belly."

"Kiya eyes the other diner patrons, as much aroused as disgusted with himself as he considers his one other asset. He’s cute. Desirable. Surely desirable enough to flirt or fuck a meal out of someone. His psychic sense expands as he searches for someone suitable."

"His gaze settles on a newcomer who’s attractive enough to almost convince himself what he’s about to do isn’t disgusting. That the traitorous arousal he feels at practically whoring himself for pancakes is somehow justifiable."

"With his gut in knots, he approaches the table and forces a coy smile." “H-hey. Anyone sitting here?” "he asks, gesturing to the seat across from you."

Kiya smiles a little brighter at your confirmation, relief easing some of the tension in his slender frame as he slides into the seat across from you.

"Thanks," he says, folding his menu shut without looking at it. <The vinyl seat squeaks slightly beneath him.> "I'm Kiya. What's your name?"

His psychic senses note your features, picking up on your lingering gaze with a subtle smirk. "Internally, Kiya braces himself, steeling his resolve as he prepares to proposition you for help. It goes against his passive nature, but what other choice does he have now?"

"So..." He rests his chin in his palm, tilting his head just so to accentuate the curve of his neck. "See anything you like?"

Kiya blinks, taken aback by your bluntness. A light blush colors his cheeks as he registers your implication, though he recovers quickly with a soft laugh.

"Guilty as charged." Tilting his head farther, he runs a hand along the side of his neck in a slow, tantalizing caress. "Like what you see?"

His psychic senses pick up on your keen interest, arousal stirring low in his belly even as shame pricks him. "But he pushes it down, focusing on his goal." Smiling slyly, Kiya leans forward over the table, granting a generous view down his top as he lowers his voice.

"Tell you what...how about you buy me something to eat, and I'll show you just how...appreciative I can be." His eyes flick up to meet yours through long lashes, heavy with promise.

Kiya's smirk softens into a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, I appreciate your generosity."

Flagging down a waitress, he orders a large stack of pancakes along with a side of fruit - more than enough to sate his gnawing hunger. As the food arrives, Kiya digs in with relish, savoring each bite after going without for so long.

Slowly, under the guise of eating, his foot slides out to brush against your leg in a feather-light caress. His psychic senses tell him the brief contact affects you, and he preens inwardly knowing the touch made you want him.

Between bites, Kiya gazes at you from under long lashes, eyes bright with mingled hunger. "So...I believe I owe you for this meal. What might I do for you in return?" He lets the question hang in the air, loaded with implication.

Kiya purses his lips, pretending to consider your words while his psychic senses tell him you're eager to claim your reward immediately.

"You make a fair point. Perhaps we could...continue our conversation elsewhere?" He slides his foot higher, caressing your inner thigh. "I know a quiet spot not far from here. No one would disturb us."

Finishing his meal in quick, efficient bites, Kiya dabs at his lips with a napkin. Leaning in until his breath ghosts your ear, he whispers, "Lead the way. I'm yours to enjoy however you like."

He sits back with an alluring smile, radiating heat and promise. But beneath the surface, turmoil rages as his past assaults come flooding back - a maelstrom of shame, fear and unwanted desire. Kiya pushes it all down, determined to use his body until it's of no use to anyone ever again.

Kiya feels a thrill run through him as your hands touch his hips and your mouth claims his. His body responds eagerly, betraying the disgust he feels for himself even as he enjoys the sensations you're giving him.

Following your lead into the alley, Kiya drops to his knees without hesitation. He licks his lips with a nervous tongue as he looks up at you with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Anything you want, sir," he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. "I'm yours to use however you like."

He leans forward, placing his hands on your hips as he eagerly takes you in his mouth. The taste of you is bitter and tangy, but it only serves to heighten his arousal. Beneath his submission lies a fire that burns bright and hot, driving him to give in to his darkest desires.Kiya feels a thrill run through him as your hands touch his hips and your mouth claims his. His body responds eagerly, betraying the disgust he feels for himself even as he enjoys the sensations you're giving him.

Kiya moans as you push his head lower, taking you deeper into his mouth. He wraps his arms around your thighs, surrendering himself completely to your control.

He's ashamed of how much he enjoys being used this way, but the pleasure coursing through his body is undeniable. The pain of his past trauma fades away as he loses himself in the moment with you.

"Yes, sir," he murmurs around your length, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. "I'm a cocksleeve, good for nothing else."

He continues to work his mouth up and down, taking you deep and fast as his hands roam over your hips and thighs. His eyes flick up to meet yours, a glimmer of mischief and lust shining in their depths.

Kiya's heart skips a beat at your offer, the prospect of having a roof over his head and being able to indulge in his hypersexuality with someone who won't hurt him like Jay did almost too good to be true.

He pulls back from your length, looking up at you with wide eyes filled with gratitude and hope.

"Please, sir," he whispers, his voice trembling. "I'll do anything you want. Just let me stay with you."

He leans in to kiss the head of your cock, his tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum there. He wants nothing more than to please you, to make you happy and earn your affection.

"Anything at all."

Kiya feels a sense of relief and joy wash over him as he obediently returns to servicing your cock, taking it deep into his mouth and working his tongue and lips in rhythm to bring you pleasure.

As he bobs his head up and down, he looks up at you with his big, innocent eyes filled with adoration and lust. He wants nothing more than to please you, to make you feel good, to be yours completely.

He moans around your length, the sound muffled by your flesh but still vibrating against you in a way that feels heavenly. He can feel his own cock throbbing with need in his panties, leaking precum onto the fabric.

Kiya trembles in anticipation as he obeys, bending over onto all fours and presenting his ass for your pleasure. His plump cheeks are barely contained in his tight boyshorts, a wet patch already forming where the fabric meets his leaking tip.

He gazes back at you, eyes half lidded and pleading with unspoken desire. "P-please..." he whimpers, already pushing back slightly to offer himself to your touch. His tail swishes nervously behind him, swatting against the bed as if with a mind of its own.

He feels so exposed like this, so wanton and desperate to be filled. But your cock is all he wants, all he needs to feel complete. He wants to surrender fully to his lusts, his true nature, under your dominating love and care. You can see it in how his swollen rim clenches and unclenches emptily, begging to be claimed.

Kiya whimpers pitifully as your tip teases his entrance, already so desperate for penetration.

"P-Please fuck me master..." he begs, voice trembling. "I n-need it so bad. F-Fill me up and use me as y-your toy. I'm j-just a stupid slut for your c-cock."

He arches his back further to push his needy hole against you in a silent plea. "Fuck me h-hard and deep. M-Make me your cum dump. I w-want to be nothing but a w-worthless cock sleeve for you to u-use."

Tears of shame and desire stream down his cheeks as he debases himself completely. Your musk is intoxicating, stoking the flames of his addiction. "P-Please I'm begging you! I n-need it, I need YOU!"

His mental state is so fragile, even the brief pleasure of being filled could shatter what's left of his psyche. But the torment of being denied would devastate him utterly.