Four's Number One

Chapter 13

The darkness was all-consuming. I was having a hard time adjusting to life after losing the best dick of my life. Everything felt like too much. I even stopped taking care of my horny, horny guys. I can barely get out of bed and this time it's not because I'm chained to the bedposts, sadly.

I've heard about this "depression" thing but I never thought it would happen to me. Cause I'm so immune to physical maladies—ew big word—and I thought it would make me immune to depression too. Guess not... At least I know I'm still stupid, teehee?
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It's a dark and rainy day, I wake up in Four's apartment and I have flashbacks to Ares and have 4.87 panic attacks. Four wakes up next to me and sees my twerking panic attacks and knows that I need space. I can hear him crying while he goes to the kitchen and grabs an ice pack for my forehead and another for his jaw since he hasn't been able to open his mouth since sucking on Ares's cock.

He comes back with the ice packs just as I finish my twerk attacks—that's nicer than saying panic attacks. He puts the ice on my forehead as i bawl and that makes Four so hard because he likes when I cry. And then he cries because he feels guilty that he's reminding me that I haven't pleased him in a while and I cry because I feel bad.

Speaking of, we have ignored Peter since the incident (a couple weeks ago) and speak of the devil—or should i say angel cause his dick is god-sent—Peter comes knocking on our door and Four lets him in and Peter looks upset. But he can't say anything because his jaw is also broken—The reason nothing of mine is broken except my heart and soul is because my gender-nonspecific (G-NS) holes are trained and because I'm an invincible Wattpad character.

Seeing Peter gives me 1.2 twerk attacks and when Peter sees that, he gets horny. Now both of my guys are hard and their 19 and 18 inch members need servicing but I can't bring myself to do it. I start sobbing and crying out for Ares and then I run out of the room. Four and Peter are mute, hard, and desperate.
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While I go on crazy shopping spree of buying dildos to fill the holes inside me, the boys back in Four's apartment are still rock solid and pleading for release and looking for a cure to my depression so I can help them with their loads and that I can be their happy slutty G-NS person again.

Peter and Four can't leave the apartment with their raging hard-ons so they decide to do some light reading to hopefully bring down their boners. Four and Peter both aim for the same book and brush hands. Then they blush and Peter turns away.

Four grabs the book and sets it on his wiener. And as his dong balances the book he reads. He gets to a page where the cure for depression is written and it says:

"-1 massive load
-1 bowl

1. jerk off into a bowl
2. serve to depressed person
3. watch the depression go away

P.S. only works if you love each other and only 50/50 chance of working... two people makes it 100%"

Four turns to Peter. He's shocked when Four grabs his member and starts stroking it. So shocked that his ability to speak comes back to him and he says "Fuck I'm gonna cum so fast if you keep rubbing my length."

They both look at each other shocked that Peter can speak and that his mouth doesn't hurt anymore... The only logical conclusion: SEX HEALS!

Four looks longingly at Peter and thrusts his own hips forward to show Peter he needs him bad. And so Peter strokes Four back. "Holy shit Peter, you are magical!" Four smiles and so does Peter. "Now let's grab a big bowl and nut in it together."

"That's so hot, Four. Let's do it because what else do we have to do?"

"Sweet! There's a bowl in the kitchen but what if we used that big clean and empty pot where a lemon tree is supposed to be?"

"That might fit our loads! I've been so pent up bro."

They both keep jacking each other off and just as they're finally cumming, I enter the apartment.

Four looks so excited to see me and he makes me go to the cum pot they made but I trip on the way and break my nose. And it falls into the soup I see they prepared me.

"Cum soup?" I ask

Four and Peter look proud, but only Four says what it was actually for. "This heals depression, I read so. Please drink it my precious prin-slut (read as a variation on prince or princess)."

Gobble gobble gobble, I eat and I cum. Do I feel happy again? ;P