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Elliot sighed wearily, his fingers tightening around the medical supplies as he approached Chance. He roughly grabbed his chin, forcing eye contact. "How many fucking times do I have to tell you, Chance? Cut the shit with the extra gunpowder already!" Elliot snapped, his voice dripping with exasperation.
Chance groaned, rolling their eyes as if Elliot was nothing more than an annoying fly buzzing in their ear. "Aww c'mon babe, where's your sense of adventure?" They teased, a nervous laugh escaping their lips. "Isn't life supposed to be all about takin’ risks and living on the edge?"
Not amused in the slightest, Elliot's hand shot out, delivering a sharp smack to the back of Chance's skull. The sound echoed through the room, followed by Elliot stomping his foot down in frustration, inadvertently crushing Chance's toes beneath his heel. Chance yelped, a hiss of pain shooting through his teeth.
"Fuck, shit!" Chance cursed, trying to yank their foot away from Elliot's crushing grip. They flashed him a cheeky, defiant smirk. "Well, for your information, I'd say I win around 99% of the time. So there's that." Elliot simply stared back at him, his expression impassive and skeptical. He continued wrapping the bandages around Chance's battered arms with mechanical efficiency. "Mhm," he responded flatly.
"WHAT?! Yeah, I fuckin’ do!" Chance insisted, still defensive and unwilling to the severity of his reckless behavior. His eyes flashed with stubborn rebellion, daring Elliot to challenge them further. Elliot finished bandaging up Chance's wounds with deft, efficient motions. As he tucked the medical supplies back into the kit, he leaned in and pressed a quick, perfunctory kiss to Chance's cheek. It was a small gesture of affection, but tainted by the lingering frustration and exasperation he felt towards his partner.
Sighing as he straightened up, Elliot began to gather his weapons and gear, preparing for the next round of their dangerous line of work. However, before he could fully stand, Chance grabbed him by the waist and yanked him off balance, pulling Elliot onto his lap with a playful, mischievous grin stretched across his face. "CHANCE!" Elliot yelped, caught off guard by the sudden manhandling. Despite his annoyance, he couldn't help but let out a small, amused sound as he found himself settled on Chance's thighs, his legs bracketing his own.
Chance just laughed, a deep, rich sound that rumbled through their chest. They nuzzled their face into the crook of Elliot's neck, breathing in the scent of their partner's skin. The action was intimate, almost tender, a stark contrast to the rough treatment of moments before.
Just then, a voice cut through their moment of pseudo-affection. "Can you two get a fucking room?" Shedletsky's exasperated tone rang out, filled with a mix of annoyance and envy. Chance scowled, his grip on Elliot tightening slightly. "Can you manage a marriage?" He shot back, his words dripping with sarcasm and challenge.
Shedletsky stood there, momentarily stunned into silence. His mouth opened and closed a few times, as if trying to formulate a retort, but failing to find one that wouldn't land him in hot water. Meanwhile, Builderman was openly trying to stifle his laughter, his broad shoulders shaking with barely contained mirth. "Too... too fucking far, man," he wheezed out, his face turning an even deeper shade of red as he fought to maintain his composure.
Shedletsky's eyes flashed dangerously at the open mockery of his loveless life. In a fit of pique, he lashed out, smacking Builderman upside the head. Elliot watched in disbelief as Shedletsky, in a fit of rage, grabbed Builderman's hand and yanked him towards the door. "The way I'm gonna stab you to death with my sword!" Shedletsky grunted, his voice dripping with violent intent. Builderman just laughed it off, rubbing the reddening mark on his head where Shedletsky had struck him.
"Lol," Elliot said flatly, shaking his head at the ridiculous display. "My bad, my bad..." Builderman stammered between guffaws, still trying to process the outlandish threat. "It's just... like, I dunno... startling? I just wasn't expecting them to say that." He shrugged. Elliot sighed heavily, muttering under his breath as he watched the two middle-aged men bicker like schoolchildren. "Grown ass men," he scoffed, feeling a pang of exasperation at their immaturity. Despite being the youngest of the group, Elliot possessed a level of emotional maturity and sense of responsibility that put his elder colleagues to shame.
As the door slammed shut behind Shedletsky and Builderman, Chance took the opportunity to place Elliot next to them and pulled him closer, their strong arms enveloping him. He found himself tucked against Chance's side on the couch, their bodies pressed together in a way that sent a shiver down his spine.
“You alright doll face?” Elliot leaned into Chance's gentle touch as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear, the soft strands brushing against his skin. He nodded slowly, his cheeks flushed a delicate pink as he admitted, "Yeah, yeah... I'm just a little nervous, that's all." His voice was soft, almost timid, a stark contrast to Chance's bold and daring nature.
Chance threw their head back with a low, thoughtful hum, their Adam's apple bobbing as they swallowed. "Well," they mused, their brow furrowing slightly as they pondered the question at hand. "Who do you think the next killer will be? I just hope it's not like, Guest 666 or 1x1x1x1. They scare the shit out of me with how goddamn enormous they look." Chance shuddered, a flicker of genuine fear passing through their eyes before they quickly masked it with a bravado-filled smirk.
Elliot nodded, his own unease palpable as he echoed Chance's concerns. "Shooting them is a fucking nightmare sometimes cause my gun for some reason always just... doesn't work right with them. They get shot, but it's like their bodies just absorb the fucking bullets or something. And then they target me and I end up dead." Chance's voice rose in pitch as he spoke, his frustration boiling over into a shout. "Fuckin' BULLSHIT!"
Elliot couldn't help but giggle at the outburst, shaking his head as he slumped back against the couch cushions. "Well, I always end up getting targeted first anyway, cause I'm the healer. It really fucking sucks, let me tell you." He groaned, the weight of his role weighing heavily on his slender shoulders.
Chance laughed as he ruffled Elliot's hair affectionately. He stood up from the couch, his tall frame unfolding with a crack of joints. "I'll protect ya, pretty boy," he declared with a wink, his glasses glinting in the low light as he gazed down at Elliot with a look of fierce determination and unspoken devotion. "Don't you worry about a damn thing. I won't let anyone lay a finger on you."
Elliot let out a soft, skeptical chuckle, his green eyes sparkling with amusement as he teased, "You say that, but I always seem to find you dead with your gun exploded to smithereens. It's not exactly inspiring confidence over here." His tone was playful, but there was an undercurrent of genuine concern, knowing all too well the risks they both faced.
Chance just rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he reached out and grabbed Elliot's slender hand in his own. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his calloused fingers intertwining with Elliot's own. "Well, this time I won’t miss NOR will I get killed by my own gun." Chance quipped, his deep voice low and filled with feigned arrogance.
But as the first warning shots rang out in the distance, signaling the start of the next round, Chance's demeanor shifted. They leaned in closer, their other hand coming up to gently cup Elliot's cheek, their thumb brushing across the soft skin. "Round's about to start," they murmured, their voice dropping to a soft, serious tone. "You be careful out there, baby. I mean it."
The round started.. the killer is..
1x1x1x1.
Elliot felt an involuntary twitch in his eye, a sense of dread washing over him as he recalled the unsettling obsession that 1x4 had fixated upon him. It seemed that no matter where he went or what he did, the monstrous killer always found a way to seek him out, eager for their twisted "alone time" together. Elliot shuddered at the memory, his skin crawling with revulsion.
Sighing heavily, Elliot made his way over to a generator, intent on ensuring it was in working order. He bent down, his slender fingers deftly sorting through the tangled wires as he tried to lose himself in the task at hand. All the while, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of an unseen malevolent presence looming ever closer.
Elliot kept glancing over his shoulder, his eyes darting nervously from side to side as he worked. He knew it was futile, knew that 1x4 wouldn't make his move until every last person in the vicinity had been brutally slaughtered. And yet, some desperate part of him clung to the hope that perhaps, just this once, the killer might pass him by.
As Elliot finally finished his task and straightened up, he gasped sharply, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he felt two large, rough hands suddenly grasp his narrow waist. The warmth of the touch seeped through his clothing, a sickening reminder of the twisted lust that drove 1x4's every action.
"Peek-a-boo.." the killer's voice rumbled, deep and corrupted, dripping with a perverse sense of playfulness. Elliot's heart hammered against his ribcage as he wrenched himself free of 1x4's grasp, stumbling back and putting as much distance between them as possible.
1x4 just threw his head back, a loud, grating laugh spilling from his lips as he watched Elliot's panicked retreat. His eyes glinted with cruel amusement, relishing the fear he saw written plainly across the healer's face. Elliot panted heavily, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His mind raced as he tried to determine the whereabouts of their companions, a sense of dread washing over him as he realized the horrible truth. "Where is everyone... they're still alive?!" he whispered to himself, his voice trembling with barely contained terror.
1x4 stood there, his piercing gaze raking over Elliot's trembling form, drinking in every inch of the healer's body as if committing it to memory. There was a predatory intensity to his stare, a hunger that made Elliot's skin prickle with a perverse mix of fear and unwanted desire. He couldn't believe the thoughts that were starting to take shape in his mind, but there was no denying the way his body reacted to the killer's proximity.
Perhaps it was the raw, primal magnetism that radiated from 1x4, the way his muscular form seemed to exude a dark, dangerous energy that both terrified and thrilled Elliot. Or maybe, on some deep, twisted level, Elliot was drawn to the forbidden allure of the killer, finding a sick beauty in the monster that haunted his every waking thought.
Elliot tried to push those thoughts aside, his heart pounding as he made a desperate bid for escape. He turned on his heel and ran, his feet pounding against the damp earth as he fled from the looming threat of 1x4. The sound of the killer's heavy footsteps echoed behind him, a relentless drumbeat that grew louder and closer with each passing second.
"Try and run," 1x4 called out, his voice a low, taunting grunt that sent shivers down Elliot's spine. "I dare you." The challenge hung in the air, a cruel promise of the twisted games to come.
Elliot's breath came in short, panicked gasps as he scanned the area, desperately searching for any sign of his companions. Guest 1337, Shedletsky, Chance, Two Time, even Dusekkar - anyone who might be able to help him escape this nightmare. But the area was deserted, the eerie silence broken only by the fading sounds of distant screams and the ominous ticking of the clock counting down to his own impending doom.
With a sinking feeling of dread, Elliot glanced at the time, his eyes widening as he realized that only three minutes remained. Three minutes until the game would begin in earnest, and with it, the grim certainty that he would once again be the first target. Just like all the other killers before him, 1x4 seemed intent on claiming Elliot as his own twisted prize.
Elliot gasped as 1x4 suddenly grabbed him, roughly pulling the smaller man to a secluded spot. A fierce blush spread across his cheeks at the sudden intimate contact and proximity to the dangerously alluring killer. Elliot had never experienced anything like this before, and the sensation of 1x4's strong grip on him sent a confusing mix of terror and shameful arousal coursing through his veins.
He couldn't understand why his body was reacting this way to the killer, why the sight of 1x4's form and the aura (he’s just like that guys) of menace that surrounded him ignited such base, carnal desires within Elliot. He squirmed uncomfortably on the ground, rubbing his thighs together as he tried in vain to alleviate the growing ache and stiffness in his boxers.
Elliot licked his suddenly dry lips, glancing up at 1x4 with a mix of fear and reluctant desire in his eyes. "You do realize we only have like... 2 minutes?" he mumbled, his voice coming out breathless and uncertain.
1x4 paused, seeming to consider Elliot's words for a moment before he hummed in acknowledgment. "You're right," he rumbled, the deep timbre of his voice sending unwanted shivers down Elliot's spine. Without another word, 1x4 released him and strode off with a new sense of purpose, leaving Elliot alone and flustered.
Elliot remained where he was, unable to bring himself to flee even as he watched 1x4 walk away. He knew all too well what the killer was likely preparing to do - ensuring he would be the first victim once again as soon as the next round began. And yet, Elliot couldn't ignore the traitorous throbbing of his cunt in his uniform pants, or the way his body seemed to crave the killer's touch despite the danger he posed.
Checking the time with a shaking hand, Elliot sighed as he realized only 4 minutes remained until the clock struck midnight and sealed his fate. Until 1x4 would be forced to... "kill" him once more, just as he had so many times before.
Elliot bit his lip hard, trying to will away the shameful arousal that consumed him. He wasn't supposed to feel this way, wasn't supposed to want the killer's touch, to crave the thrill of being at the mercy
of such a dangerous, forbidden desire.
Elliot bit his lip hard, torn between the desperate need to go and check on his fellow survivors and the shameful, all-consuming arousal that 1x4's presence ignited within him. A soft whine escaped his throat as he struggled with his conflicted desires, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
"F-fuck..." Elliot gasped, jumping slightly as he heard Guest 1337's panicked yell echoing through the area. "Where the fuck is Elliot?!" The healer's heart raced as he peeked out from behind the shed, quickly ducking back to avoid being seen. The last thing he wanted was for his friends to catch a glimpse of him in such a compromising position with the killer.
Elliot swallowed thickly, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and unwanted excitement as he watched 1x4 stalk towards him with a predatory grace. The killer's eyes glinted with a dark promise, and Elliot knew he was in for a dangerous game.
"There, now we have enough time," 1x4 murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down Elliot's spine. Without warning, he reached out and roughly grabbed Elliot's thighs, spreading his legs apart. Elliot gasped, face flushing an even deeper shade of red as 1x4 settled between them, his clothed body caging the healer in.
"Oh... this will be fun," the killer purred, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Elliot bit back a moan, trying to stifle the sound as 1x4's hands began to roam over his body, groping and squeezing through the fabric of his uniform. The killer's touch was firm and demanding, leaving no doubt about his intentions.
Elliot squirmed beneath 1x4's ministrations, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He knew they didn't have enough time for what the killer had in mind, knew that at any moment, the others could discover them in this compromising position. And yet, a part of him craved the danger, the thrill of potentially being caught being a wanton slut for Shedletsky's creation.
Elliot's breathing grew heavy and ragged as 1x4's intense focus zeroed in on his most intimate area. The man’s heart raced with a mix of fear and shameful anticipation, knowing he was completely exposed to the killer's hungry gaze.
Before Elliot could even think to cover himself, 1x4 made a sudden, violent move. With a harsh tug, he ripped away Elliot's pants and boxers in one fell swoop, leaving the smaller man bare and vulnerable. Elliot gasped, a yelp of surprise and panic escaping his lips.
"1x4!" Elliot hissed, trying to keep his voice low. "I-I don't have anything to cover myself with!" He was mortified at being so exposed, his pretty pink and puffy pussy now fully on display for the killer's appraisal. Elliot's small frame trembled, a deep blush staining his cheeks as he instinctively tried to close his legs, only to be held open by 1x4's firm grip.
A low, appreciative grunt rumbled from deep in 1x4's chest as he drank in the sight of Elliot's glistening, ready cunt. "Your body is so precious," he purred, his gloved finger tracing along Elliot's slick folds, making the healer shudder and moan softly at the intimate touch.
Elliot's breath hitched as 1x4's finger circled his entrance teasingly, the killer's touch sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through his core. He knew he should protest, should demand that 1x4 stop this dangerous game, but his body betrayed him, arching into the killer's caress.
1x4's eyes glinted with dark promise as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Elliot's ear. "Maybe I can find a way to keep you as my personal fuck toy," 1x4 growled, a wicked grin spreading across his masked face. "I bet John would just love to get his hands on a tight little thing like you too. To use this sweet cunt for his own twisted pleasure." Elliot whimpered at the thought, a confusing mix of terror and shameful arousal coursing through him at the idea of being shared and used by the two killers. (Should I make this a thing)
Elliot gasped and bit his lip hard as 1x4's finger plunged deep into his tight, virgin hole. The sudden, intense sensation of being penetrated for the first time made the healer's back arch off the ground, a choked moan escaping his throat.
"I don't like sharing though..." 1x4 murmured, his gloved (YES 1x4 is wearing gloves 😂✌️)finger pumping slowly in and out of Elliot's clenching pussy as he watched it throb and glisten with arousal. The sight of the other’s body responding so eagerly to his touch seemed to delight the killer, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"But I bet you'd love being used by the two of us, wouldn't you? Having both of us claiming this sweet cunt, fucking you over and over until you can't take anymore..." 1x4 purred, his voice dripping with dark promise. He continued to stroke Elliot's slick walls, curling his finger just right to brush against that sensitive spot inside that made the healer see stars. (Giggling so hard bro tf am I writing 😭😭)
Elliot whimpered, his face flushed a deep crimson as he struggled to process the overwhelming sensations and the shameful images 1x4's words painted. The idea of being shared, of being used as nothing more than a set of holes for the other killers to rut into, sent confusing jolts of desire through his body.
Unable to help himself, Elliot brought a shaking hand to his dripping cunt, his fingers brushing against the swollen, sensitive folds. He bit his lip hard to stifle the slutty moans that threatened to spill from his mouth as he began to touch himself, rubbing slow circles around his throbbing clit.
1x4 laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through Elliot's core as he watched the healer debasing himself further. Without warning, he leaned in, his face disappearing between Elliot's thighs. Elliot barely had time to gasp before 1x4's tongue, hot and wet and sinful, dragged along his slick folds. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the loud, shameless moan that tore from his throat at the intense sensation. The killer's tongue delved deep, plunging into Elliot's virgin hole and swirling around his clenching walls.
1x4 ate Elliot out with a fervor that stole the healer's breath away, his tongue plunging in and out of Elliot's dripping cunt, lapping up the sweet nectar that flowed freely from the healer's aroused body. 1x4's gloved hands gripped Elliot's ass cheeks hard, kneading the soft flesh as he pulled the healer's hips tighter against his hungry mouth. The sound of his wet, obscene slurps and Elliot's muffled moans filled the air, a lewd symphony of debauchery.
Elliot's head spun, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure radiating from his core as 1x4 expertly pleasured him. Tears of conflicting emotions pricked at the corners of his eyes - the shame of being reduced to a plaything for the killer's twisted amusement, and the overwhelming ecstasy of experiencing such mind-blowing intimacy for the first time. His small body writhed beneath 1x4's ministrations, back arching as he fisted the grass beneath him.
"1x... ahh... haahh..." Elliot whimpered and mewled, trying his best to keep his voice down even as it grew increasingly difficult. The hand over his mouth couldn't fully stifle the desperate sounds of his pleasure, his body betraying his reluctant enjoyment of the killer's skilled attentions.
1x4 seemed determined to push Elliot to the brink, his tongue delving deeper, probing and stroking along the healer's most intimate places. He could feel Elliot's walls fluttering and clenching around the invading muscle, the healer's body instinctively trying to draw him in deeper.
Elliot's mind raced, struggling to focus on anything other than the intense sensations consuming him. The cool night air on his bare skin, the rough grass digging into his back, and the killer's hot, wet mouth devouring his most intimate area - it was all too much. He could feel the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in his core, threatening to snap at any moment.
Just as Elliot teetered on the very edge of climax, 1x4 suddenly pulled away, leaving the healer's dripping cunt aching and empty. Elliot let out a desperate, keening cry at the loss of stimulation, his hips bucking up in search of more.
Elliot whimpered and squirmed underneath 1x4, his small body trembling with a mix of fear and shameful anticipation. The killer's large, girthy cock sprang free from his pants, the thick veined shaft bobbing and twitching just inches from Elliot's face. The healer's eyes widened as he took in the intimidating size, guessing it to be around 7 to 8 inches long - he couldn't fathom how such a massive member would ever fit inside his virgin hole.
Before Elliot could voice his concerns, 1x4 grabbed a fistful of the healer's hair and roughly yanked his head forward, forcing his face towards that imposing erection. "Suck it," 1x4 growled, his voice rough with desire and domination.
Elliot swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the flared tip of 1x4's cock. Hesitantly, he leaned forward and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to the swollen head, tasting the salty-sweet mix of the killer's pre-cum and Elliot's own arousal that still glistened on the skin.
Emboldened by the intense flavor, Elliot opened his mouth wide and took the first few inches of 1x4's thick cock past his lips. He had to stretch his jaw wide to accommodate the girth, his small mouth struggling to fit around the hefty shaft. Elliot began to bob his head, taking a little more of 1x4's length with each downward movement.
"Mmph..." Elliot moaned around the hard flesh invading his mouth, the vibrations making 1x4's cock throb against his tongue. The killer grunted in satisfaction, his gloved hand fisting tighter in Elliot's hair as he guided the healer's head in a steady rhythm, fucking his mouth with shallow thrusts.
Elliot's eyes watered as 1x4's cock hit the back of his throat, making him gag slightly. Drool began to leak from the corners of his stretched lips, dripping down onto his chin and chest. The wet, obscene sound of his slurping filled the air as 1x4 used his mouth, treating it like just another hole for his pleasure.
1x4 grunted and growled, his hips slamming forward with brutal, punishing force as he savagely fucked Elliot's face. The killer's massive cock stretched the healer's jaw to its absolute limit with each merciless thrust, forcing Elliot to take every throbbing inch. Drool and tears streamed down the healer's flushed, blotchy cheeks as he gagged and choked on the relentless oral assault, his body shaking and convulsing beneath 1x4's dominating form.
The gloved hand fisted tightly in Elliot's hair, wrenching his head back and forcing him to gaze up at 1x4 with tear-filled, pleading eyes. The killer's other hand gripped Elliot's ass possessively, fingers sinking into the plump, supple flesh and squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.
"Fuck, look at you... taking my cock like the desperate little bitch you are," 1x4 snarled, his voice a dark, menacing rasp. "This mouth was made to be used…hah… mmm.. and this tight cunt of yours..? It's mine now, understand? Mine.. mh.. to ruin and fill whenever I want."
He punctuated his cruel words with a sharp smack to Elliot's face, leaving a vivid red handprint blooming across the healer's soft skin. Elliot whimpered and choked around the thick shaft hammering his throat, his neglected pussy throbbing and dripping with reluctant arouse.
"If you ever try to leave me, I'll make you watch as I gut you like a fish and paint the walls with your insides," 1x4 threatened, his eyes glinting with psychopathic malice. "Your cunt might be hot now, but it'll be ice cold in a shallow grave once I'm done with you. Got it, you little toy?"
Elliot could only nod frantically, tears flowing freely down his face as he struggled to breathe through his nose around the thick cock violating his mouth. The healer's body trembled with a mix of fear and shameful, dark excitement at the death threats and degradation.
1x4 let out a low, animalistic grunt as he slammed his hips forward one final time, burying his throbbing cock deep into the tight clutch of Elliot's convulsing throat. The healer gagged and choked around the thick shaft as 1x4's heavy balls pulsed, pumping wave after wave of hot, bitter cum directly into Elliot's stomach.
"Mmm, fuck..." the killer groaned, his voice a dark rumble of satisfaction. Once he had emptied himself inside Elliot's mouth, 1x4 abruptly sat down on the cool grass, roughly pulling the healer's trembling body onto his
lap. Elliot found himself straddling one of the killer's thighs, his soft ass pressing and grinding against the firm muscle.
Elliot whimpered and writhed on 1x4's lap, overwhelmed by the lingering taste of semen and the intense, dominating presence surrounding him. The healer's own neglected pussy throbbed urgently between his legs, dripping arousal down his inner thighs.
Without warning, 1x4 brought his large hand down in a sharp smack on Elliot's plush ass cheek. The lewd sound of the slap rang out in the night air, followed by the healer's startled yelp of pain and shameful pleasure. "Ahhhn!" Elliot squealed, his hips bucking involuntarily at the stinging sensation.
Before he could regain his composure, 1x4 gripped Elliot's chin roughly and crashed his lips against the healer's in a bruising, dominating kiss. He forced his tongue past Elliot's lips, invading the healer's mouth and claim it with a fierce, possessive passion. The killer's other hand groped and kneaded Elliot's ass, squeezing the tender flesh hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises.
1x4 abruptly pulled away from the heated kiss, leaving Elliot's lips tingling and swollen, his breath coming in desperate pants. A wicked smirk played across the killer's face as he watched the healer's hand sneak over to stroke his sensitive, slick cock with needy desperation. Elliot whimpered softly, his hips rolling and grinding his dripping pussy against 1x4's thigh as he worked the killer's shaft with clumsy, eager movements.
Elliot's thoughts raced as he touched himself, wondering how the other survivors would react if they could see him now - groping his captor's dick and grinding on his lap like a bitch in heat. He thought of Shedletsky, 1x4’s creator, and shuddered at the idea of him witnessing this depraved display. Would he be disgusted? Angry? Or perhaps... aroused?
The healer's pussy clenched and fluttered around nothing, aching to be filled and stretched in a way only 1x4's fat cock could provide. Elliot's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and dark, shameful desires as he continued to touch himself, lost in thought.
The night air was filled with the lewd symphony of their mingled moans, the slick sounds of Elliot's desperate stroking and the faint, muffled chatter of the unaware survivors in the distance. 1x4 sat in silence, drinking in the debauched sight of Elliot pleasuring himself on his lap, a look of cruel satisfaction etched on his face. He gazed up at 1x4, his eyes glazed with lust and confusion, silently begging for guidance as he teetered on the edge of a shameful climax.
Elliot gasped and arched his back, a sharp moan tearing from his throat as he felt 1x4's fingers suddenly plunge into his dripping pussy. "A-Ahhhn! G-Give me a warning next time!" the healer whimpered, his hips bucking involuntarily at the sudden penetration.
His small hand tightened around 1x4's thick cock, stroking it with renewed urgency as the killer's fingers thrust in and out of his tight, clenching heat. Elliot's moans grew louder and more wanton, his arousal skyrocketing at the dual stimulation of his most intimate places.
1x4 just smirked at Elliot's half-hearted protest, not slowing down the relentless pumping of his fingers for a second. He curled them inside the healer's fluttering walls, brushing against that sensitive spot that made Elliot see stars. "You can't get enough, can you?"
The killer's voice was a dark, amused rumble, his hot breath tickling Elliot's ear. 1x4 matched the pace of Elliot's stroking hand with the thrusts of his fingers, plunging them in and out of the healer's soaked cunt at the same frantic rhythm. The obscene sound of Elliot's juices being stirred filled the air, mingling with their increasingly loud moans.
Elliot arched his back sharply, a choked moan erupting from his lips as 1x4 shoved his fingers as deep as they could go inside the healer's clenching, dripping pussy. The sudden, rough penetration made Elliot's eyes roll back, his hips bucking wildly against the killer's hand. "Ahhhn! F-Fuck!"
Before Elliot could regain his composure, 1x4 had already yanked his fingers out, leaving the man’s needy hole empty and aching for more. Elliot's small hand released its grip on the killer's thick cock, and he found himself suddenly flipped around, 1x4's large hands gripping his slender waist with bruising force.
Elliot gasped and whimpered, his fingers digging into 1x4's shoulder as he felt the hard, leaking tip of the killer's cock rubbing maddeningly against his sensitive, throbbing clit. The stimulation was too intense, too much for the healer to bear, and he couldn't hold back the desperate plea that spilled from his lips.
"J-Just put it in already..." Elliot whined, his voice high-pitched and needy. In his frustration, he found himself smacking at 1x4's shoulder, a futile gesture considering the killer's superior strength. 1x4 just laughed, a dark, cruel sound that sent shivers down Elliot's spine. "You really want your pretty little body ruined that badly, don't you?" the killer murmured, his voice a sinful rumble. To tease Elliot further, 1x4 pressed the pads of his fingers against the healer's swollen clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub until Elliot was writhing and shaking.
Elliot could only whimper and mewl, his hips rolling and grinding against 1x4's lap, seeking more of that delicious friction. Just as he thought he couldn't take the teasing any longer, 1x4 surprised him by gripping the base of his massive cock and lining it up with Elliot's entrance.
With one swift, brutal thrust, 1x4 shoved his thick shaft deep inside Elliot's soaked, needy cunt. The lewd, wet sound of the penetration filled the air, and Elliot had to bite down hard on 1x4's shoulder to muffle the scream of pained pleasure.
Elliot's face was flushed a deep, fiery red as he surrendered to the intense sensations consuming his body. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a stream of breathy moans and whimpers, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure of being so utterly filled and stretched by 1x4's dick. "Oh... ah... this is s-so nice..." the healer gasped, his voice quivering with need.
Driven by a primal instinct, Elliot lifted his hips, only to slam them back down onto 1x4's lap with a lewd, obscene clap. The sound was followed by the wet, squelching noise of his dripping pussy being split open and claimed by the killer's thick shaft. Elliot bit his lower lip hard, stifling a scream of ecstasy as he ground his hips in tight circles, relishing the feeling of every throbbing inch of 1x4's cock pulsing inside his tight heat.
It was a stark contrast to the initial terror and fear Elliot had felt in the killer's presence. Somehow, through a mix of dark coercion and shameful, growing desire, 1x4 had managed to addict Elliot to the feeling of his fat, delicious cock in record time. (Writing this in class BTW) It had been so long since Elliot had indulged in such carnal pleasures, and the intense sensations were quickly overwhelming his senses.
"Oh... ohhh..." Elliot panted, his hips beginning to roll and bounce on their own accord, riding 1x4's thick cock with increasing fervor. The healer's body was a livewire of sensation, every nerve ending alight with a desperate, aching need for more. He clung to 1x4's body, his fingers digging into the killer's back as he lost himself in the depravity of the moment, all thoughts of resistance fading away.
1x4's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Elliot succumb to the pleasure, a cruel smirk playing across his face. He gripped the healer's hips tighter, fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave vivid bruises as he began to meet Elliot's desperate grinding with sharp, powerful thrusts of his own..
Elliot's pussy stretched obscenely around 1x4's throbbing cock as he ground his hips down, the healer's slick walls clinging desperately to every inch of the thick shaft splitting him open. It hurt, god did it hurt, but fuck if it wasn't the most exquisite pain Elliot had ever felt. Each brutal thrust sent jolts of sensation coursing through his body, his overstimulated nerves singing with a twisted mix of agony and ecstasy.
"Yes, fuck... it's so big," Elliot whimpered, his voice ragged with need. He began to bounce on 1x4's lap again with wild abandon, the wet, obscene slaps of his pussy being fucked echoing in the night air. "Oh god, yes... just like that..." The healer's juices gushed around 1x4's dick, dripping down and coating his thighs.
1x4 let out a dark, wicked chuckle, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of Elliot's hips hard enough to leave vivid, purple bruises. "You love this, don't ya? Taking my cock like the desperate little breeding bitch you are," he growled, punctuating his words with a sharp, brutal thrust. "Hope you're on birth control. Because I'm going to pump you so full of my seed, this cunt will be dripping with it for days. Gonna breed this pathetic womb and make it swell with my kids."
At 1x4's depraved words, Elliot threw his head back and let out a scream of pained pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his skull. "Mhm! Yes! Fuck, yes!" he cried out, nodding his head frantically in agreement. Elliot rubbed his clit with desperate, fast circles, chasing the rapidly building pleasure coiling in his core. "Oh god, oh fuck...this is so..bad.."
The sight of his fingers sinking into Elliot's soft skin and leaving bloody imprints was incredibly arousing to 1x4. He could feel Elliot's pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock, the healer's body betraying his body, desperate need to be bred.
Feeling Elliot's body quivering and clenching around him, 1x4 flashed a sadistic, hungry grin. He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling the healer's ear as he growled, "You like it when I make you bleed like this, don't you? Getting off on the pain.? Huh?!"
Elliot's body shuddered and jerked in 1x4's bruising grip, a choked moan spilling from his lips as he felt the killer's teeth sink into the tender flesh of his neck. The sharp, fleeting pain mixed deliciously with the intense pleasure radiating from his core, pushing Elliot closer to the edge of a mind-blowing climax.
Not trusting himself to speak, Elliot could only whimper and gasp, his hips undulating wildly as he impaled himself on 1x4's cock over and over. In a moment of desperate need, the healer grabbed the killer's hand and brought it to his ass, silently begging for more of that intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.
1x4 scoffed, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest as he roughly grabbed a handful of Elliot's soft, plump cheek. Without warning, he brought his palm down in a sharp, stinging slap, the sound echoing obscenely in the charged air. "Oooh!" Elliot cried out, his back arching as he bucked into the brutal sensation, his pussy clenching vice-tight around 1x4's pistoning shaft.
The killer pulled back, a wicked grin splitting his face as he licked the coppery taste of Elliot's blood from his lips. Elliot's eyes fluttered shut, a dazed expression of pure lust and surrender etched onto his flushed features. 1x4 took advantage of the healer's open mouth, crashing their lips together in a sloppy, dominating kiss.
He forced his tongue past Elliot's lips, invading the warm cavern of his mouth and tangling with the healer's own tongue. The kiss was filthy, a lewd display of ownership and possession as 1x4 plundered Elliot's mouth, swallowing his whimpers and moans.
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Chance's eyes widened in concern as he heard the faint, muffled moan carried by the breeze. "Elliot! Baby, where are you?!" he called out, his voice tinged with panic and paranoia. The survivalist scanned the area frantically, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.
Guest 1337 hummed thoughtfully, stroking his stubbled chin as he also searched for any sign of Elliot and the killer "We haven't seen Elliot or 1x1x1x1 the whole round," he remarked, his brow furrowing with a growing sense of unease. "You think... 1x1x1x1 is doing something to him?" Shedletsky sighed impatiently, waving off Guest 1337's concerns. "As long as that corrupted freak isn't bothering us, I don't really care what he's doing to Elliot," he muttered, not wanting to acknowledge the possibility of Elliot being in danger.
However, Guest 1337 was not so easily dismissed. He stepped closer to Shedletsky, his voice lowering to a dark, ominous whisper. "It's good that 1x1x1x1 isn't hurting us, but he could be hurting Elliot. We should go check on him." Shedletsky opened his mouth to respond, likely to dismiss Guest 1337's worries once again, but he was suddenly cut off by another faint, unmistakable moan drifting through the air. This time, it was closer and more distinct, carrying with it the unmistakable sound of wet, flesh slapping against flesh.
"Did ya'll hear that...?" Chance asked, his eyes widening as he tried to locate the source of the lewd noises. Guest 1337 squinted, focusing his senses intently. Despite the distance and the darkness, he could pinpoint the exact location where the sounds were originating from.
"I did," Guest 1337 confirmed grimly, "and I know exactly where it's coming from. We need to go check on Elliot, now." With that, he set off towards the source of the disturbing noises, a sense of dread and dark anticipation weighing heavily upon him.
Elliot let out a loud, wanton moan as he ground his hips down, his pussy clenching and spasming around 1x4's pistoning cock. "Ooohh... ahhh... I'm... I'm coming!" the healer cried out, his body shaking and trembling with the force of his intense orgasm.
But 1x4 didn't slow down, didn't show any mercy. If anything, he fucked into Elliot with even greater fervor, his hips jackhammering up to meet the healer's grinding. The wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air as 1x4's shaft plunged into Elliot's dripping cunt, stretching it to its limits.
Elliot could only moan and whimper, his fingers digging into the flesh of 1x4's shoulder as he was fucked through his climax. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, and Elliot thought he might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all.
Just as Elliot was about to scream from the overwhelming sensations, 1x4 buried himself to the hilt inside the healer's fluttering pussy. With a guttural groan, the killer hilted, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he pumped thick, hot ropes of cum deep into Elliot's core. "Yeah, fuck... take it all.." 1x4 growled, his voice dripping with sadistic lust.
Elliot was giggling and moaning, lost in the haze of his post-orgasmic bliss, when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching. His eyes fluttered open, and he caught sight of Guest 1337 standing there, staring at the depraved scene before him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Elliot let out a startled yelp and immediately tried to sit up, feeling the sticky warmth of 1x4's cum dripping down the killer's thigh. "Ah! H-Hey, Guest 1337, this isn't... I mean..." the healer stammered, his face flushing a deep, embarrassed red. 1x4 just smirked, not bothering to pull out or cover himself. 1x4 let out a dark chuckle, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Looks like we got caught," he said, not sounding bothered in the slightest.
Elliot, still impaled on 1x4's softening but massive cock, could only whimper and try to cover himself, feeling utterly humiliated at being seen in such a compromising position. His face was a deep shade of red, and he avoided Guest 1337's gaze, unable to face the judgment and recrimination that was surely to come.
“Hey 1337 did you find hi-.. E-Elliot..?!”
15 minutes later.
Elliot winced, feeling the sticky warmth of 1x4's seed leaking out of his well-fucked hole as he clenched, trying in vain to hold it all inside. The sensation of the thick, viscous fluid dripping down his thighs made the humiliation of being caught in such a compromising position even more intense.
Guest 1337 approached the mortified healer, gently taking off his own shirt and wrapping it around Elliot's lower half to preserve his modesty. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and we can talk," he murmured, helping Elliot to his feet. Elliot could only nod, his face burning with embarrassment as he clutched the shirt closed around his waist. He couldn't bear to look at Chance, knowing that the survivalist had witnessed his shameful, wanton display.
As Guest 1337 led him towards the bathroom, Elliot couldn't help but let out a soft, pained moan, feeling the sticky cum sloshing inside his tender, abused pussy with each step. This was no dream, he realized with dawning horror. This had all really happened - he had let himself be taken and used like a common whore by a dangerous killer, and had gotten immense pleasure from it.
He wanted more..
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Elliot shivered as the cool air hit his freshly cleaned skin, goosebumps prickling his flesh. He self-consciously pulled the blanket tighter around his waist, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Guest 1337 watched him with a furrowed brow, his eyes filled with a confusing mix of emotions - concern, curiosity, and a lingering ember of lust. Guest took a step closer, his voice low and measured. “Elliot... I'm not mad at you. I just... I don't understand what happened back there.” He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, looking as if he was trying to make sense of it all.
Elliot sniffled, rubbing his thighs together as he felt the sticky remnants of the encounter drying on his skin. He couldn't meet Guest's gaze, instead focusing on the floor as he nervously fidgeted. W-well... if you don't want to talk about it now... we can talk later... he mumbled, his voice small and uncertain.
Before Guest could respond, there was a sharp knock at the door. He called out, "Come inside!" The door swung open, revealing Chance. Elliot's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the well-dressed man, instinctively pulling the blanket tighter around himself.
Chance glanced between the two of them, noticing Elliot's state of undress and the tense atmosphere. He quickly adjusted his suit and removed his sunglasses, revealing sharp blue eyes that seemed to miss nothing. “Guest... mind if we have some alone time?” Elliot asked, a note of desperation in his voice. Guest nodded, not saying a word as he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Chance settled himself next to Elliot on the bed, letting out a heavy sigh as he scratched the back of his head, trying to find the right words. "So... 1x..." he mumbled, his brow furrowed in thought. Elliot sniffled softly, feeling overwhelmed as he pulled the blanket up over his head, hiding his face.
“Baby... I... ugh..." Chance started, only to falter, his heart aching with a confusing mix of emotions. He wasn't truly angry with Elliot, could never bring himself to be furious at him. But the sight of Elliot lost in ecstasy, giggling and moaning with such unbridled love and lust for another man... it had struck a chord deep within him. A chord of jealousy, of possession, of a desire to be the only one who could ever make Elliot feel that way.
Chance took a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself before pulling Elliot into a tight, comforting hug. Elliot whimpered softly, his voice small and uncertain as he whispered, "Are you mad at me?" The blanket shifted slightly as he spoke, revealing his flushed, damp hair and those gorgeous, vulnerable eyes.
He sighed again, rubbing Elliot's back gently as he tried to find the words. "Heh... You know I could never stay mad at you, baby," Chance murmured, his voice softer now. "I'm just... a little weirded out, I guess. Seeing my partner... having sex with a killer." He snorted lightly, trying to inject some humor into the tense atmosphere. "Guess I've got to get used to the fact that you're not exactly a saint anymore, huh?"
Elliot smiled up at him then, a tentative but genuine curve of his lips as he met Chance's gaze. The blanket slipped down, revealing more of his beautiful face, those eyes shining with a mix of emotions.
Elliot blinked in surprise at Chance's surprisingly calm reaction, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "Well... uhm... thanks!" he said, still sniffling slightly but with a note of relief in his voice. "I was expecting more of a shocking reaction from you... Chance, you're usually so... intense." Elliot giggled, peeking up at his partner through damp lashes.
Chance snorted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he playfully patted Elliot's head. "Just know that the next time I see that motherfucker touch you, I won't hesitate to shake a bullet right into his skull," he said, his voice deceptively casual and humorous, belied by the dark glint in his eyes. Elliot rolled his eyes, letting out another giggle at Chance's bold claim. "And that's if you don't miss or the gun doesn't explode," he teased, grinning up at his partner impishly.
Chance's eyes narrowed as Elliot mocked his shooting skills, a frown creasing his brow. "I thought we were over that?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in exasperation. Elliot just giggled, finding his partner's frustration amusing rather than frightening. In a sudden, playful move, he pounced on top of Chance, straddling his hips and burying his face against his neck. He nuzzled into Chance's skin, breathing in the comforting scent of his partner.
Chance sighed, the anger draining from him as Elliot sought comfort in his embrace. His large hands rubbed soothing circles on Elliot's back, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he held Elliot close, his heart swelling with affection for him.