Disclaimer: all characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance or similarity in name or form to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
The next day found us back in the hotel room.
“Labham,” gumbun sang, “stand up straight for me.”
He unfolded himself to his full 6'3", shoulders hunched out of habit. Gumbun unzipped the bag and produced a blue, orange and white MariMari_EN dress like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
He blinked. “That’s… actually my size.”
“Obviously,” she said, shaking the skirt so the frills fluttered. “Booth 5 in the dealer's hall did a charity run for premade cosplays Friday afternoon. I sniped the 'tall girl' prototype the second it dropped. Been saving it for the right moment.” She gave him a slow once-over, eyes gleaming. “Turns out the right moment is you.”
Labham stared at the dress like it might bite him. “You bought a six-foot-three MariMari cosplay… on the off-chance?”
“On the one hundred-percent certainty,” she corrected. “I measured you with my eyes the first time you stood up at the pool yesterday. You’re basically Mari’s model sheet come to life - just, you know, with an extra foot of leg and broader shoulders. Skirt’s still gonna be criminally short, but that’s a bonus.”
Labham touched the hem of the dress and his ears went scarlet. “People are going to see my entire thigh.”
“Correct,” gumbun and I said in unison.
She held the dress up against him. The hem that would have hit mid-thigh on an average-height cosplayer barely skimmed the bottom curve of his ass. The waist still nipped in perfectly, the bodice cut to accommodate a flatter chest but with enough stretch to hug his broader ribcage.
“See? Tailor-made.” She patted his hip. “AND I brought some matching lace panties too.”
He opened his mouth and closed it, then finally muttered, “You’re evil.”
“I'll take that as a thank you,” she retorted, already steering him toward the bathroom. “Now shower, shave those legs, and moisturize. Nurse Dizzy needs her idol ready to help her run the Phase booth.”
We showed up for gumbun's shift at the Yabai Market at 10 PM. She lead the way in her skimpy Nurse Dizzy outfit, with me close behind in basic black Phase merch like the world’s most smug bodyguard. Clinging to my arm with a death grip stood a pretty, six-foot-three MariMari_EN whose dress was basically a belt with aspirations.
Unfortunately my bliss at being clung to all night was cut short when gumbun and Labham were dragged away to pose for photos with a seemingly endless line of fans. Being forced to guide people through the ropes and make sure participants were hydrated all night wasn't the worst thing ever - I was afforded a great view of the cosplayers, namely Labham. The hypnotizing combination of the frills of the dress and his pale white skin made it very hard to not stare. Gumbun had even painted his nails a bright blue, and his fingers fluttered nervously around gumbun and the con-goers as they posed together for photo after photo.
Around 1 AM the market had started winding down. I found my attention wandering to Petra in her Pippa cosplay pole dancing at the next booth over. It wasn't more than a minute of staring dreamily at her tits in her bunny girl outfit before I felt a sharp pinch at my side - I whipped around to see Labham looking very annoyed.
"You're supposed to only be looking at-" he cut off when gumbun waltzed back up to us, swinging a silver key around on her gloved pointer finger. She had that look from the first time we met her, eyes bright, smile too sweet.
“Phase gave me the keys to one of the private green rooms upstairs,” she said, dangling the key between two fingers. “Full blackout curtains, a king bed, and nobody’s using it until teardown tomorrow. I told them I needed it for a ‘special shoot.’”
Labham, his dress now scandalously wrinkled and blonde wig slightly askew from all the fan hugs, swallowed hard. “What kind of shoot?”
“The kind where Nurse Dizzy finally gets to give her favorite goldfish princess a very thorough checkup.” She leaned up to my ear, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And you, Lovebug, get to be the helpless patient.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Helpless?”
Gumbun’s grin turned feral. “I'm Dizzy, remember? I brought rope.”
Twenty minutes later the three of us slipped into the darkened green room. The moment the door clicked shut, the energy was turned on its head.
Gumbun locked the door behind us and dropped her bag next to the bed. She pulled out the props she’d been hiding all weekend: soft black rope, a bright-pink ball gag, a slim leather leash with a silver clip, and a thick strap-on. Labham’s eyes went huge at the sight of the last item.
“Strip,” she told me, tone suddenly sharp. “On the bed. Wrists to the headboard.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but the look she gave me shut it fast. Something about the way she stood there in my oshi's half-buttoned nurse outfit made it clear who was running this scene.
The ropes went around my wrists tight but safe, ankles spread and tied to the footboard corners. The gag came last, its pink silicone stretching my jaw, buckle snug behind my head. I tested the bonds once and my stomach did a flip with the realization that I wasn’t going anywhere.
Gumbun turned to Labham who was frozen by the locked door, clutching the hem of Mari’s dress like a safety blanket. Despite his trepidation, it was obvious from the tent under his skirt that he was very pent up after having several dozen men and women putting their hands all over him for photos at the booth.
“Your turn, sweetheart.” She clipped the leash to the orange ribbon choker.
Labham’s breath hitched. “W-wait, I-”
“Shhh.” She stepped close, running a thumb over his lower lip. “You’ve been teasing Lovebug in that dress for literal hours. Every time you bent over for a photo, every time the skirt flipped up and showed those lace panties, every time another man put his hands on you… you knew exactly what you were doing.”
His flush climbed all the way to his ears.
Gumbun tugged the leash gently. “Kneel.”
He dropped. She made him crawl the few feet to the bed while she stripped the nurse skirt off in slow, deliberate layers. Then she buckled the harness on, the strapon jutting obscenely from her hips. Labham’s eyes tracked it like he was starving.
Gumbun sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him close with the leash. He fell to work quickly, his painted lips stretched wide around the thick shaft, cheeks hollowed and eyes watering behind the blue contacts every time he pushed forward to take another inch. Gumbun leaned back on one hand, the other lazily combing through the wig as she watched him work. Drool escaped the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the girly panties peeking from under the dress hem.
“Good girl,” she purred, voice syrupy. “All the way down, Mari. Better get it nice and wet, because that's all the lube you're going to get tonight.”
Labham whimpered but obeyed, his nose finally brushing the harness as he swallowed the full length. Gumbun rewarded him with a slow roll of her hips that made him choke softly.
She reached down, unbuttoning the tight top of the nurse uniform with deliberate slowness, and let it fall open. Her heavy breasts spilled free, tan lines stark from the pool yesterday. Her pink nipples were already hard. Labham’s eyes flicked up hungrily.
Gumbun noticed his ministrations slowing and made an annoyed sound. In one smooth motion she clamped her thick brown thighs around his neck and squeezed.
Labham’s muffled squeak turned into a desperate moan as she dragged him forward again, trapping his face between her legs and cutting off just enough air to make his head spin. He looked wrecked already: orange dress riding up, panties tented obscenely, his hands scrabbling at her legs for balance as he tried to keep sucking through the chokehold. Every time he gagged she loosened for a second, let him gasp, then crushed him again, guiding his head with her thighs alone. He looked like he was in heaven.
“That’s it,” she cooed, rolling her hips lazily, fucking his throat in shallow thrusts. “Choke on it, Mari.”
His mascara had started to run in short black streaks down flushed cheeks, but his glassy, adoring eyes never left hers. Gumbun smiled down at him, sweet and merciless, and flexed her thighs one more time just to feel him shudder between them.
She glanced at me, tied spread-eagle and at half mast just from watching. “Look at him,” she murmured. “He’s been patient all night. Time to reward him.”
Gumbun pulled Labham's leash taught and pull him up into the bed in front of me.
She pulled his head down to my now fully erect cock. "Suck it, you little whore." Labham at least had the shame to blush before opening his soft little mouth to take the head inside. I moaned around the gag as I felt his tongue swirl around the tip, then the sides as gumbun forced him further down onto my length.
"Deeper. There you go. Good girl." Labham moaned happily around my dick in his mouth. Gumbun moved behind him and flipped the orange skirt up, spreading him open with both thumbs. She mounted and sunk the strap's length inside of him in one motion, stifling his cry of surprise by holding his head down on my cock. He choked and looked at me through watery eyes. I reflexively tried to move my arms to wipe the tears from his eyes, stopped short by the tight bindings around my wrists.
“That’s it, Mari,” she crooned, voice sweet and cruel. “Take Nurse Dizzy’s medicine...”
Gumbun began working him open with slow, shallow strokes that made him whine around my cock. She kept one hand in a tight hold on the blonde curls of the Mari wig, the other holding the leash and guiding Labham's hips. The thick strapon glistened as it disappeared again and again into his stretched hole. Every thrust rocked him forward on hands and knees, the orange-trim hem of Mari’s dress fluttering around his waist like a flag of surrender. His own cock swung untouched beneath him, dribbling a steady string of precum onto the sheets. Not being in control was driving me crazy, and I moaned frustratedly behind the gag.
"Aww, I bet you want to manhandle both of us right now huh?" Gumbun smiled sadistically and swatted Labham's skinny little butt, eliciting an excited squeal and leaving a red, red handprint on his pale skin. "Bet you want to be the one reaming 'Mari' out. Not right now. Not until we've had our fun."
She continued fucking Labham's ass slowly, content to keep her pace as he eagerly devoured my cock. She leaned down over his back, pressing her massive chest into his back as she put her full weight into him. I watched him test himself, pushing down as far as he could before he gagged, his nose finally pressed against my pelvis. The feeling of pride in this accomplishment must have pushed him over the edge, as he came hands-free moments later, eyes closed as he sprayed onto the sheets underneath him.
"Good girl!" gumbun abruptly ceased her pounding and pulled out of his ass. Labham's expression turned to disappointment and he looked back at her. He reluctantly let go of my cock with his mouth, and it slipped out with a wet pop.
"You want to cum again, don't you baby?" He nodded vigorously at the question. "Then you're gonna use that big dick to do it."
Labham straddled me as gumbun lined my rock hard length up with his gaping entrance. She forced him to sink down onto me, every inch still surprisingly tight considering how thoroughly she had ruined his hole. Labham moaned, the pitch getting higher as the head pressed against his prostate and slid past. He looked at me, the blue contacts making the stare intense. I wanted nothing more than to put my hands on him but struggling against the ropes was useless. He put his hands on my bare chest to steady himself, the blue painted nails on his fingers dragging red marks across my skin as he began riding me hard. I had been reduced to nothing more than a mere dildo.
Gumbun took the strap off and played with herself lazily as she watched us from the other end of the bed, one hand pulling the leash taught and keeping Labham's ravenous mouth away from his most desired targets - my neck and everywhere else on me. His dick slapped against my stomach as he bounced on mine. He rode me hard, heedless of my pleasure as he chased his own climax.
Gumbun's hold on the leash slackened and Labham took full advantage, his greedy little mouth covering my face and neck with kisses. His tongue found my ear, nibbling and licking before he began whispering hotly in my ear.
"I bet you want to fuck me soooo hard right now, huh? Wanna use my little body like a toy? Too bad, Lovebug. You're mine. My good boy now. Mine-!" He finally slammed down on me all the way to the base and stayed there as he came violently on my stomach, his eyes rolling back in his skull before he collapsed against me.
When he came down from his high he looked into my eyes through his blue contact lenses, breathing hard over my gagged mouth. He turned to gumbun. "I... I want to take the gag off him." Gumbun nodded her approval. He turned back to me and quickly undid the gag. It had only just slipped out of my mouth before his mouth crashed into mine, our tongues tangling roughly as he kissed me hard. So distracted was Labham by claiming me with his mouth that he never noticed gumbun pulling apart the knot that kept me restrained.
I turned the tables as soon as I felt the rope loosen around my wrists. Labham gave a startled yelp as I flipped him onto his back, mewling whorishly beneath me as I roughly nudged his thighs apart. The frilly skirt flipped up, exposing everything: lace panties shoved aside, his cock still half-hard and leaking, and his hole slick and gaping from both gumbun's strap and me. I roughly yanked down the top of his dress before putting my mouth to the exposed skin greedily.
Gumbun settled next to us on the bed. She watched with eager eyes, the fingers of one hand idly circling her clit. "Does Lovebug seem a little upset, Mari? What do you think he's gonna do to you?"
I didn't wait for him to reply to her. I shoved his knees to his sides, folding him in half like a pretzel before burying myself to the hilt inside of him.
“LoveBUG-!” he started, but I cut him off with a hand around his throat, pinning him there as I set a punishing rhythm. The headboard cracked against the wall as we mated, the bed frame groaning ominously.
I leaned down, teeth grazing Labham’s ear. “You wanted to be a bratty dom for five fucking minutes,” I growled, snapping my hips hard enough to jolt his whole body. “Now take it like the little slut you are.”
Labham sobbed, his hands scrabbling at my shoulders and nails dragging red lines down my back. His cock was fully hard again and trapped between us, smearing precum across his stomach with every brutal thrust.
“Please, please- too much-”
“No.”
I shifted the angle, driving straight into his prostate. His eyes rolled back and he opened his mouth in a silent scream. Gumbun leaned in to stick her tongue in Labham's ear.
“Cum for him again, Mari,” she whispered, pinching a nipple hard. “Cum for me. Show Dizzy how pretty you are when you break.”
Labham came undone with a wail, his untouched cock jerking as he painted his own chest and the inside of the ruined dress. The clench of his body dragged me over the edge. I slammed home and erupted, pulse after pulse of heat flooding where I had bottomed out in his guts.
I stayed inside him until the aftershocks stopped, then pulled out slowly, watching my seed follow and drip onto the orange ruffles. Labham lay wrecked beneath me, wig askew and mascara ruined, his chest heaving. I brushed a thumb across his swollen bottom lip as he smiled weakly.
“Good girl,” I said, my voice rough. I looked over at gumbun who raised an eyebrow at my own disheveled appearance and giggled.
"I'm sensing just the tiiiiiniest bit more pent-up frustration." She opened and closed her legs invitingly and brushed the blue hair of the Dizzy wig to the side of her big soft chest. "Round two while he comes back down to earth?"
I looked at her and sat stunned for a moment at her lovely form in the low light of the room. Somewhere in the back of my head I knew the con was ending and at some point, so would this. I pushed the thoughts down. “Round two. Maybe you let me tie you up this time?” Her gasp of surprise turned to laughter as I picked her up and tossed her down next to a slowly recovering Labham.