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The cold night was always there, wrapping around them every day, every hour.

Time itself began to feel strange, but everyone eventually adjusted—surviving, running, doing what they had to.

What bothered some of them, though, was the lack of training. Free time often felt unbearably dull.

That’s when Chance suggested a game “to tighten the bonds” within the team.

Most of them immediately brushed the idea off, but after a few well-aimed provocations, they gave in.

Spin the bottle with seven minutes in heaven—meant to test bonds, push limits, and for some, a chance to tease out hidden desires while others watched just for the thrill of it.

They all gathered in the main cabin, except for 007n7. No one bothered to go looking for him; they didn’t even really notice he wasn’t there. Truth be told, the ex-hacker hadn’t been invited in the first place.

Guest sometimes remembered, but never cared enough to join in—he preferred to lean back, sip his Bloxy Cola, and watch the heat of the game unfold.

Builderman and Dusekkar only chose to play with certain people, avoiding Chance’s provocations whenever possible.

And once everyone had loosened up—drinks in hand, laughter spilling out—the real fun began.

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This time, Chance was eager to take the lead.

He always let the others go first, but today he wanted an advantage over everyone.

“I go first!” He shouted before anyone could say anything, Chance snatched the bottle and placed it in the center of the table.

“What? No cheating!” Elliot complained as he positioned himself next to Noob.

Everyone tensed up from the quick action, not giving them more time to regret joining.

Everyone watched the bottle spin with precision, its speed decreasing within seconds.

Elliot and Noob tensed up as the bottle started to slow down over them. Neither wanted to get stuck with Chance, especially with how he boasted about making both ladies and some men come within minutes.

And to annoy the gambler, Elliot stepped away from the spot and leaned on Noob, who was also trying to move away.

“Cheater? Don't move from your spot.” The bottle was stopping in an empty space, “What a shame.” He murmured before hearing the door open.

007n7 entered the cabin at the most inopportune moment —for him. Chance smiled mockingly as the bottle stopped pointing at 007n7.

Everyone turned to look at him, making him nervous. “What's going on?” His expression showed confusion and nervousness, feeling all eyes on him.

Chance's smile only grew, amusement radiating from his body.

Noob opened his mouth to explain the situation to 007n7, but Chance acted fast and approached the single father.

“It's just a game. And I had the luck of landing on you.” He purred as he pulled 007n7 towards him, placing an arm over his shoulders and starting to guide him to the cabin's closet.

“Game? But I'm not even participating.” He said doubtfully, hoping someone would explain the situation. None of them did, though some felt a bit sorry for the man.

“Are you sure we shouldn't tell him anything?” Noob questioned, feeling a bit unsure seeing 007n7's nervousness.

“I'm sure he knows where this is going. I'm also sure he's capable enough to escape Chance's clutches.” Elliot ignored the situation as the others continued talking among themselves, especially about what might happen inside the closet.

007n7 gasped when he was pushed into the closet and pinned against the wall. He felt Chance behind him, starting to run his hands all over his body.

He licked 007n7's neck avidly, starting to bite and suck, leaving his marks.

He placed his hands on the cold wall, trying to meld into it, his glasses askew and his hat falling to the floor.

007n7 felt confused for a few seconds until he understood what was happening.

He felt his own cock strain against his pants, so repressed for so long that his body was sensitive to every touch and movement.

“Let me help you.” Chance whispered in his ear as he started to unbuckle 007n7's pants and part of his shirt.

007n7 didn't know if he wanted this or not, he hadn't even been given enough time to think before Chance placed his hand over his cock and started to jerk him off.

“Chance-” He moaned as he was pressed harder. His face pressed against the wall, his hands pressing firmly against the wall and his ass pushed back, rubbing against Chance's pants. 

Chance's free hand caressed his chest, squeezing and teasing one of his nipples. 007n7 moaned with a bit of discomfort, but didn't try to pull away.

“That's it, you like it, don't you?” He squeezed his cock harder, receiving a sharp moan as a response.

They laughed with amusement noticing 007n7's desperation, how he started to grind against them. They held back their moans as they felt 007n7's ass press hard against his clothed cock, both equally repressed but neither would admit it.

Chance continued kissing 007n7's neck, keeping his body stimulated.

He moved his hand up and down, squeezing 007n7's desperate cock. He ran his finger over the head, admiring the shape and collecting more pre-cum to use as lube.

007n7's tail moved between them and Chance found it amusing to play with something extra.

007n7 let out a small cry when his tail was pulled back, pushing his ass harder against Chance's erection.

It was too much for his poor repressed body, which felt like it could come undone in no time. What embarrassment, but it didn't stop Chance behind him.

He held back his pained and needy moans, not wanting anyone else to hear him so vulnerable.

Tears started to form in the corners of his eyes, saliva escaped the corner of his lips and his face flushed. He felt too sensitive.

Chance squeezed 007n7's tail and cock, pleased to see the single father squirm between his hands, crying and holding back those sweet moans.

“Imagine how you'd be if I buried my cock inside you. I bet you'd love it, 007n7.” He kissed his neck again, wanting to cause more stimulation and make 007n7 come on his hand.

“Hmp- yes, please Chance-” He panted as his body started to tremble, his legs began to waver but Chance held him tightly.

“Please what? Use that pretty mouth darling. Let me hear you.” Chance lost track of time and kept playing with 007n7.

“Fuck me, push me, take me, anything. I'm close.” He begged between tears, biting his own hand to hold back his moans.

If they weren't lost in pleasure, they might have heard some knocks on the closet door.

“So soon? How fun it would be to see you beg while I fuck you to exhaustion.” Chance bit down hard, this time breaking the skin of 007n7.

It was enough to make 007n7 come with a cry, his hand and the closet wall stained with semen. Chance kept stroking the cock, milking every last drop.

He amused himself just by seeing 007n7 a mess with a few strokes, starting to imagine how loud and wrecked he could be in bed.

Another knock resonated through the entire closet, this time Chance heard it but still ignored it.

007n7 was too far gone to hear anything but his altered breathing.

The scent of sex filled the little air. The pants and moans started to relax.

Chance took care of pulling up 007n7's pants and boxers, still leaving his entire image disheveled.

Finally, Chance cuddled against 007n7's back. “I'll be waiting for you in my cabin, I won't leave unsatisfied.” He whispered, knowing 007n7 wouldn't decline his offer.

Shedletsky and Elliot peeked in, opening the door after being locked in for 9 minutes.

“You're a cheater. You said 7 minutes no exceptions.” Elliot growled as he looked behind Chance, seeing 007n7 panting against the wall.

“No exceptions for the first round. We still had fun. Right, 007?” Chance didn't turn to look at him and left without waiting for any response.

007n7 blushed with embarrassment and left, trying to cover the bruises on his neck and straighten his disheveled clothes.

The others just looked in silence without saying a word, knowing some would end up worse that night.

Chance licked his lips as he invited the others to be sure about the game, already eager to relieve himself with 007n7 that night.

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Before 007n7 entered the cabin, hoping not to find anyone, he was unlucky. Everyone was gathered there. He completely ignored them as he headed to the kitchen, but was stopped by Chance.

The man wanted to cause chaos, let's understand gamblers.

"Hey, 007n7. Come here, let's play a bit." Chance stood up and approached the single father. "Hmm? No, thanks. I'm fine like this." 007n7 said nervously as he entered the kitchen, followed by Chance.

Elliot scoffed at 007n7's attitude, but ignored him. The others continued chatting, drinking BloxyCola to relax.

Soon, Chance appeared with 007n7 on his arm, forcing him to sit beside him. "New player, the more, the merrier." Chance smiled as he looked at Elliot's frown.

"Then who starts?" Everyone looked at each other until Chance spoke. "Well, as the host, I'll decide who starts." Elliot could only see the satisfied smiles on the gamblers' faces before they threw the bottle.

Everyone watched anxiously, encouraging Elliot to spin the bottle. He sighed heavily but decided not to ruin the night for the others. Seconds passed as the bottle kept spinning, tension building in the room.

Chance smiled with amusement, looking at Shedletsky before pulling 007n7 to the side of the ex-administrator, where the bottle had stopped.

Everyone fell silent, knowing the relationship between Elliot and 007n7. He didn't know what to do, but before he could say anything, Elliot stood up and dragged 007n7 to the closet with roughness.

The last thing they saw was 007n7's pleading face before he disappeared into the corner.

Elliot pushed him hard, closing the door behind him. "Elliot, I-"

"Shut up, I don't want to hear your stupid apologies." Elliot growled as he forced 007n7 to kneel in front of him.

His skin felt hot, and he didn't know if what he was feeling was hate or pleasure. He just wanted to see the single father cry beneath him.

"You know what to do, don't make me say it." Elliot removed that stupid hamburger hat, making sure to hide the little Spider Noob from view.

He took 007n7's horns firmly, squeezing and rubbing them roughly to stimulate the other man who had already started crying beneath him.

"What a pathetic." The tip of his foot caressed the bulge in his pants, feeling it start to harden.

007n7 looked at him fixedly, not expressing hate or sadness, just pleasure. Well, if Elliot wanted to fuck his throat, he wouldn't stop him.

He unbuttoned and lowered Elliot's pants and boxers, in a hurry knowing they might have less than 6 minutes for this to end.

Elliot's cock lay in front of his face, semi-erect. He kissed the tip before taking it between his lips, moaning at the salty taste of pre-cum. Sending vibrations to the cock to stimulate it and get a little revenge for the way Elliot treated his sensitive horns.

"YEAH, take it like the whore you are." Elliot smiled sarcastically, remembering every moment 007n7 fucked in the alley of his pizzeria, just to bother him; every moment he exploded his workplace, his heritage.

He pushed hard, forcing 007n7 to take more of his cock. 007n7 just placed his hands on Elliot's thighs, not trying to pull away.

The muffled moans only encouraged him to continue, pulling in and out of his cock quickly. They started to get hard in every second.

He took several strands of 007n7's hair firmly and sank in hard, listening as he started to choke on his cock. The gagging and muffled moans echoed in the enclosed space.

Tears started to come out of his eyes, feeling Elliot's cock going in and out hard, hitting the back of his throat.

The rhythm didn't decrease, nor did it give 007n7 time to recover, Elliot just wanted to see them twist with his cock in their mouth and their face a mess.

"Look at you, so confident in your golden age. Now taking and sucking cocks like a whore." He tightened the horns, feeling his cock vibrate in the warm and wet mouth of 007n7.

He threw his head back, letting out his own moans of pleasure. "A real expert, you're going to make me come in your tight throat in minutes, right?." As he accelerated the pace, his balls hit 007n7's face.

007n7 moaned at the words, provoking Elliot before he buried himself deeply in his throat again. His vision became blurry and his mind started to not receive enough oxygen to think.

007n7's tail hit the ground hard, wanting a little attention to his cock but knowing Elliot wouldn't give it to him, focused on fucking his mouth.

Saliva escaped from the corners of his lips and his moans were muffled by Elliot's thick cock. His jaw started to hurt, but he let Elliot use his mouth as he wanted.

He opened his legs, wanting to give more space to his cock trapped in his pants. His hands went down to his pants, wanting to free his aching cock, but Elliot squeezed his horns firmly.

"You won't touch yourself while you're with me." Elliot moaned as he continued abusing the wet and warm mouth of 007n7.

007n7 closed his eyes, but obeyed and raised his hands again. He started to massage Elliot's balls, tasting the pre-cum in his mouth, wanting to try something more.

Elliot rolled his eyes, finally after so much time repressed he felt he deserved it, especially destroying the person who tormented him for so long.

007n7 couldn't take the stimulation, sensitive and repressed. With a muffled and sharp scream, he came on his underwear, sending more vibrations to Elliot's cock. The scream echoed throughout the closet, but he didn't care if the others had heard or not.

The thrusts continued to hit hard, losing rhythm. 007n7 could only lean on Elliot's thighs, feeling heavy and weak.

Unfortunately for them, the doorbell rang, marking the end of the 7 minutes.

007n7 stopped stimulating Elliot, knowing that being caught in the act would be embarrassing for Elliot, especially with him.

He would have liked to fill 007n7's tight throat with his cum, but he felt satisfied when the man on his knees came in his pants without being touched once, tasting the shame painted on 007n7's face.

He pulled up his pants just as they opened the closet. Chance peeking to see 007n7's broken and drooling face, understanding what happened in the closet.

He let out a whistle followed by a small rose before walking away with Elliot, leaving 007n7 to recover.

Finally, he reluctantly came out of the closet, still tasting Elliot's pre-cum in his mouth. He wiped the saliva with the back of his hand and tried to look as presentable as possible.

No one judged him, knowing that sooner or later they would end up the same or worse.

They let him keep playing, not noticing Elliot's fixed gaze on 007n7.

He smiled with satisfaction when, in the ninth round, the bottle chose them again. This time, 007n7 offered no resistance and they locked themselves in the closet again.

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Today, Guest was convinced by Noob and Elliot to join the rounds. He had watched carefully how each one had passed with another survivor and locked themselves in the closet, coming out disheveled.

He couldn't deny that he felt repressed, so he only accepted a round when he felt brave enough to play. And in any case, he rarely actually played, so he allowed himself to have a clear conscience.

He hoped at least that it would be Elliot's turn, as it had been in the previous rounds, although he didn't mind going with someone else, he just didn't feel like doing something spectacular, something quiet.

Before they started, they were interrupted by 007n7, who ignored them again before joining voluntarily. Elliot made space for the single father, letting him lean on his shoulder.

Guest ignored him, wanting to finish this.

Everyone anxiously waited for the bottle to stop on one of them, wanting a chance with the soldier (some of them).

Finally, the bottle stopped on a distracted 007n7, who was whispering something in Elliot's ear. When he realized the situation, he was a little embarrassed, especially because Guest didn't make any move and kept looking at the bottle, as if his gaze could move it.

Some noticed. They thought Guest wouldn't have a problem with 007n7 coming in with him, but it seemed there was a problem.

"You can spin the bottle again, Guest. I don't mind." 007n7 offered, wanting to end the awkward situation. He wanted to say, he would have liked to be with Guest, but he didn't want to make the soldier uncomfortable.

Guest continued not responding, making 007n7 nervous.

After what seemed like an eternity, Guest stood up and sighed as he approached 007n7 and offered him a hand to help him up.

007n7 gave a shy smile as he accepted the offer, his tail moving softly behind him, full of emotion.

They left behind an awkward silence among the other survivors, who thought it was a bad idea, although they didn't give it too much importance to give them a little respect.

007n7 entered after Guest, closing the door behind them, and again silence reigned over them.

"We can leave it here if you don't feel comfortable." 007n7 offered as he started to move away, placing one of his hands on the doorknob.

He was pushed forcefully against one of the walls, moving away from the door and lifting his body to force his legs to wrap around Guest's waist.

"No- I just want a little time." Guest asked as he ordered his thoughts, unsure of his follow-through.

It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, he was just not in the mood for it today, the alcohol had brought back memories of his wife, and that was a problem.

"That's all we have, a little time." 007n7 tried to joke, trying to relax Guest.

He knew that Guest had a wife, it was a good enough reason for him to feel unsure about this decision, so he would understand if Guest left him here wishing for intimate contact.

Guest looked at him fixedly for the first time, before joining their lips in a fierce kiss. 007n7 didn't resist and let the soldier take control of the situation, making sure he felt more comfortable.

007n7 moaned as Guest's hands caressed his thighs and moved to his ass, squeezing hard and massaging the flesh.

His tail swayed from side to side, showing his joy like a puppy.

Guest smiled between the kiss as he started to harden against 007n7's ass.

The alcohol in his body was little, but it was enough to make him feel more free and comfortable with each action, not making him think too much.

"I can't just rub myself. I need something more." 007n7 smiled at Guest's words as he started to unbutton the soldier's pants.

"Do you want help?" 007n7 freed Guest's waist, lowering his legs but looking for an angle that would allow them to join their hips without any problems.

The height difference between Guest and 007n7 was quite noticeable, even if you put all the survivors in a line, Guest would end up being the tallest of all.

Guest gasped as 007n7's agile hand slid inside his pants, caressing his cock over the fabric.

He placed both arms on either side of 007n7's head, sighing heavily over the ex-hacker's neck. He didn't say anything, but he didn't move away either.

007n7 continued caressing, feeling Guest's cock harden in his hand. With his other free hand, he freed his own cock, wanting to relieve himself too.

007n7 heard small moans and gasps escape from Guest's lips, encouraging him to continue caressing and teasing his erection.

Finally, he pulled out Guest's cock, hearing a moan of relief. The size was decent, but the thickness was definitely something to boast about.

007n7 moaned just at the thought of how it would feel inside him, but now was not the time. His hand managed to circle Guest's cock, but he would definitely have to use both hands to masturbate both cocks together.

Guest ran one of his hands over 007n7's dressed chest, tracing a path to the fold of the shirt. 007n7 let Guest explore his body, feeling Guest's calloused fingertips caress his stomach and lift his shirt.

The blue shirt was removed, but 007n7 continued concentrating on caressing Guest's cock.

His hands slid up and down, memorizing the shape of the tip, the place of the veins, the size in his hands. Pre-cum started to flow, and he used it as lubricant.

Finally, he joined both cocks.

The feeling of his cock next to another cock was strange, but no less stimulating.

Guest started to distribute kisses on 007n7's neck, caressing and squeezing 007n7's chest, teasing his nipples.

007n7 moaned against each kiss and caress full of affection, feeling a little guilty for making a married man be with him, but He justified himself by saying that none of them didn't know how their lives continued outside of here.

A whimper escaped his lips when one of his nipples was pinched, stimulated with force, stimulating himself even more. Guest knew where to touch and he loved it.

His hands moved up and down, keeping both cocks together and mixing their own fluids.

Another moan escaped his lips when one of Guest's hands squeezed his hands, joining the void of his hands and marking a new rhythm.

Tighter and faster, making both feel good with every movement.

Guest moved away from 007n7's neck, looking for something more.

007n7 gathered all the courage he had and joined his lips against Guest's. He took him by surprise, but he was quickly reciprocated. The soft and tender kiss turned into something wilder.

Moaning between the kiss, 007n7 gave Guest free rein to insert his tongue inside his mouth.

Guest didn't hesitate this time, wanting to taste everything from the man who was caressing his cock.

Their tongues met in a battle for control, 007n7 didn't give up just to cause a little more excitement. Guest fought and finally subdued 007n7 to let himself be dominated.

"Mhm-" 007n7 complained when Guest squeezed his nipple hard. His body started to tremble with the stimulation.

Guest never thought he would enjoy being in the hands of another man, but now with 007n7 caressing his cock firmly and precisely, he could say he was enjoying it. Especially because 007n7 managed to distract him from his fears and thoughts.

Now he just wanted to take and mark this man.

Both moaned hard against each other's mouth when they came. They stained both hands, the cum running over their stomachs, soiling the military shirt and 007n7's bare stomach.

Both gasped against each other's ear, recovering their breath. Guest continued kissing 007n7's neck and shoulders, caressing and bringing the other man closer to his chest.

Neither mentioned the embarrassing time both had their quick erections, nor the even more embarrassing time when they came with just a masturbation.

Finally, the door opened without warning, revealing Noob and Builderman with uncomfortable expressions. They really hadn't expected both fathers to have done something in the closet, but they gave them their moment.

Both men thanked the moment, knowing they would be more embarrassed with the teasing of Chance and Shedletsky.

Finally, they moved away, dirty and shaky from what had just happened.

Contrary to his thoughts, Guest didn't feel guilty about what had just happened, wishing the moment hadn't been too short.

He helped clean 007n7, still with the closet open so they wouldn't suspect they were doing something more outside the game's imposed time.

Noob stayed on the side of them, but avoided looking at them to give them their own privacy and to prevent Chance from sticking his nose in the intimate moment of Guest and 007n7.

Once ready, they came out arranged and calm, as if nothing in the closet had happened.

With a complicit look, Guest left.

Chance managed to convince 007n7 to keep playing, wanting more drama.

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Shedletsky pushed Builderman, annoying his friend into handing over the bottle in his hands.

“You two are a couple of cheaters.” Elliot said between breaths, catching his breath after being with Chance. “You’re the ones who get to touch the damn bottle the most.”

“Priorities, Elli. And anyway, you love it.” Chance leaned against the pizza guy, only to be pushed away from him.

“Shut up, you damn provocateur.” He growled, not wanting to be near the gamblers. Elliot leaned against 007n7, accepting the glass of water he offered.

“Breathe deep, Elliot.” He watched with amusement as the two survivors continued to fight, but didn’t pay attention when Shedletsky managed to snatch the bottle from Builderman.

“Anyway, I haven’t touched it once. How am I a cheater?” He asked amused as he spun the bottle.

Shedletsky got excited when it started to stop on Elliot, beginning in various ways to torment the pizza guy.

But his smile faded for a moment when Elliot pulled 007n7 forcefully and placed him on top of himself, uncomfortable with the painful action. His face paled when the bottle stopped in front of him (Elliot in reality, but he hides behind 007n7.)

007n7? He supposes it’s not bad, and besides, it seems like even Guest enjoyed him like that, so he should give him a chance, right?

With his excitement renewed, he stands up and stretches his fluffy wings and crouches to grab 007n7 by his arms and lift him up.

“Elliot, you’re a bad player.” Chance whispered behind them, but neither paid attention.

007n7 gave a twisted smile, twisting in Shedletsky’s grip. Nervous about spending time alone with this man, after seeing some come out quite disheveled and dazed.

Shedletsky only pushed him and prevented him from looking at the others with his wings. He wouldn’t let them scare him now with their looks of compassion and that crap.

“Come on, sweetheart, I’m not that bad.” He winked and pushed him towards the closet with his feet stumbling.

007n7 swallowed but obeyed and entered the closet, trembling a bit with anticipation.

007n7 felt the hands starting to work on lowering his pants, making him blush but not retreat. Shedletsky worked efficiently and lowered 007n7’s pants and boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock and ass.

He gripped 007n7’s ass and rubbed against him for a few seconds before turning the ex-hacker around and lowering his own shorts and boxers, revealing his hard and dripping cock.

“Squeeze tight here if it’s too much.” Shedletsky pointed to his upper wings and 007n7 sighed with relief to at least have a safety lever.

007n7 nodded and was pushed forcefully against the wall.

Shedletsky didn’t waste time and joined his lips against 007n7’s, kissing him hard. 007n7 placed his arms around the neck and pulled Shedletsky even closer, forcing him to crouch.

007n7 let out a small cry when Shedletsky opened his legs and grabbed his thighs tightly, placing the legs around his waist. 007n7 hugged him and brought his hips closer, feeling Shedletsky’s erection rub against his ass.

“Shed-” He complained when they bit his lower lip, drawing a little blood. He tried to retaliate but Shedletsky acted quickly and inserted his tongue inside the ex-hacker's mouth.

One of Shedletsky’s hands abandoned 007n7’s legs, guiding it toward his own cock and collecting all the pre-cum that was dripping excessively.

He guided a pair of lubricated fingers toward 007n7’s entrance, starting to push a finger and distracting the man with his kisses.

Shedletsky felt pleased when 007n7’s tight hole tried to repel his finger, but only managed to attract it and keep it inside him.

He broke the kiss with 007n7, leaving a string of saliva to connect and drip over them.

He smiled seeing 007n7’s wide-eyed face, pleased to see the effect starting to take hold of 007n7. He only encouraged himself to push harder, his finger curling as he started to search for his sweet spot.

He inserted a second finger, impatient and wanting to stretch 007n7. If they’re lucky, someone will get to enter 007n7 tonight, they should feel grateful with him for preparing the ex-hacker.

His face approached 007n7’s neck, breathing near his Adam’s apple. He licked and rubbed his fangs against his throat, feeling 007n7’s body start to tremble under his grip.

Shedletsky joined his lips again, waiting for 007n7 to start screaming so everyone could hear. The mere thought made his cock pulse and secrete more pre-cum.

007n7 could only moan against the kiss and accept Shedletsky’s fingers, already offering his hole while trying to push his hips against the fingers to get more stimulation.

“Little greedy one.” He murmured against his lips, catching his breath before continuing to devour 007n7’s mouth.

His fingers started to open and close, stretching 007n7’s hole. He smiled with amusement when 007n7’s body shuddered against him, just as he found his prostate.

His tongue fought against 007n7, not allowing him to breathe, starting to daze the ex-hacker from lack of air.

Moaning and keeping up with Shedletsky wasn’t easy, especially when he started to press against his bundle of nerves with force and precision.

His tail gripped Shedletsky’s wrist tightly, not allowing him to separate and stop stimulating him. His hips moved for a moment before Shedletsky buried his claws and hurt him, keeping him still in place 

A third finger entered without warning. The sting of the stretch caused a bit of pain, but he started to moan louder.

“Ah- Shed. Please.” He shuddered violently, his head hitting the wall as he panted heavily and managed to catch his breath, relieving his lungs.

Shedletsky directed his face back to 007n7’s neck and shoulders, starting to bite and suck hard, not stopping and starting to let himself go.

His wings fluffed up strongly, wanting to push his cock toward 007n7’s hole, but he knew it was little preparation for both. He still felt 007n7’s hole gripping him tightly, and they didn’t have much time.

007n7 moaned at the loss of the fingers, clenching and missing the feeling of Shedletsky’s fingers.

He quickly turned 007n7 around and supported him against the wall, joining his trembling legs.

Shedletsky counted the seconds in his head. And if he’s not mistaken, they have less than 2 minutes. He won’t make it to come, but the adrenaline of being caught in the act made him keep going.

He gripped 007n7 tightly, hugging his chest and pressing him against his chest to hold him.

“Squeeze your legs or I’ll fuck that tight hole.” He warned as he placed his mouth back on 007n7’s neck.

007n7 cried while obeying Shedletsky, knowing he was so close to coming and they had so little time. But both would take the risk.

Shedletsky started to bite harder, seeking his own stimulation knowing they were leaving too many marks on 007n7’s trembling body.

His cock pushed between the thighs and without losing time started to thrust quickly, fucking against the thighs and growling loudly next to 007n7’s ear, causing chills in the ex-hacker.

007n7 moaned when his cock rubbed against Shedletsky’s, getting his own stimulation, but it wasn’t enough to make him come.

He cried out when the bites started to get wilder, feeling like they wanted to break his skin and mark him so he would remember the moment for the following days.

Tears blurred his vision, his hat lost at some point and his glasses askew on his face, leaving him with a disheveled appearance.

Shedletsky pushed harder, feeling his release so close,

Both started to lose themselves in pleasure and didn’t hear the footsteps approaching.

Shedletsky's available hand moved down onto 007n7's hips, heading for the dripping cock of the man whose thighs he was fucking. Blessed, fleshy, soft and warm legs, that squeezed him and made him feel good.

007n7 arched his back when he felt too close for the caresses on his needy cock, lifting his ass and getting closer to Shedletsky. His legs trembled with the effort, but he remained firm.

He was about to scream and come until the door opened.

The cold rushed in and pulled him out of his cloud of pleasure, waking both men, but nothing stopped Shedletsky.

Chance closed the door upon seeing the scene, but pushed Shedletsky before leaving, with a warning not to continue with their activity.

The ex-administrator growled with annoyance, but he knew Chance wouldn’t let him continue. 007n7 fell forward, supporting himself strongly against the wall and moaning with desperation.

Shedletsky took the moment to bite 007n7 hard, causing a loud scream that echoed through the entire cabin.

He sobbed against the wall, afraid to move and that Shedletsky would clamp his sharp fangs even more. Yet he squirmed even more when the ex-administrator stroked his cock, playing with him.

“I’ll fuck you next time.” Shedletsky licked his earlobe and walked away, leaving 007n7 to recover.

Both men dressed, 007n7 trembling with every movement he made, sensitive to every touch and his pants painfully pressing against his cock.

He would have been better off like Shedletsky, with loose and large shorts; which, by the way, hid his boxers in the pockets of his shorts, just to feel more comfortable.

007n7 rolled his eyes as he reached his hand toward Shedletsky’s head, caressing the soft wings just to annoy the ex-administrator and get back at him for the wound on his shoulder.

“Hey!” He took him by surprise, making Shedletsky trip over his own feet.

With a small smile, he walked away, leaving Shedletsky behind.

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Both men returned to the table.

007n7, trying to hide his neck, bitten by Shedletsky, failed and received complicit looks from some who had also suffered the same fate.

Noob offered him a cold BloxyCola, placing it on 007n7’s injured neck, receiving a small moan of relief in return.

Shedletsky smiled smugly as he looked at 007n7 before sitting next to Builderman and Chance.

Finally, Builderman joined the game, snatching the bottle from Shedletsky’s dirty hands.

Having heard 007n7 scream inside the closet, it made him feel too hot, wanting to release with someone.

“Come on, Builder. Cut the crap and let’s go inside.” Shedletsky leaned on his shoulders, pulling Builderman closer and trying to convince him to rub against him.

“Don’t try it, Shed.” He warned as the bottle began to spin on the table.

He smiled when the bottle started to stop on 007n7, who would continue to recover after Shedletsky’s rough treatment.

007n7 blinked in confusion, not realizing who had spun the bottle.

A gasp escaped his lips when Builderman lifted him by his armpits, starting to embrace him from behind and breathing on his neck.

“Hey! No caresses outside the closet.” Chance pointed out Builderman’s behavior, not wanting him to have more time apart from the 7 minutes inside the closet.

Builderman pulled back a bit, starting to push 007n7, staying firm so no one would suspect his eagerness.

007n7 blushed again, just as close to release but not ready to mess with someone else.

Soon both were locked in, Builderman making sure to break the closet handle, ensuring no one could come in or out. 7 minutes wouldn’t be enough.

Builderman didn’t waste time and lowered both of their pants, freeing their erections. He positioned himself between 007n7’s legs, grabbing his thighs and placing them over his waist.

“Builderman-” 007n7 cried with need as he felt Builderman’s cock rub against his hole.

“Shhh, did he prepare you?” One of his hands moved over 007n7’s ass, opening his buttocks and confirming his suspicions. 007n7’s hole was wet and clenching at the void.

“Yes, please fuck me. Do it now.” He begged with tears in his eyes, starting to feel desperate. Maybe if he feels okay to mess with someone else and finally release his seed.

“How needy, but as you wish, darling.” Builderman brought his lips close to 007n7’s face, wiping away the tears that escaped from the ex-hacker’s eyes.

Finally, he got close enough to 007n7’s lips, kissing him tenderly.

Without losing time, he inserted his cock, taking advantage of the preparation Shedletsky had given 007n7. However, he wasn’t rough.

He penetrated 007n7 softly, both moaning against each other’s mouth as the seconds passed, slow and gentle, wanting to make a difference between himself and his friend.

Both bodies burned with each movement, moaning with need.

Builderman reached the depths in a matter of seconds. He didn’t give 007n7 enough time to get used to it, setting a slow and gentle rhythm but managing to stimulate 007n7’s prostate with each movement.

007n7’s tail swayed gently, enjoying Builderman’s soft and tender treatment. It made a big difference between Shedletsky’s rough and bold treatment and the delicacy and pleasurable sensations that Builderman provided, fulfilling the builder’s self-imposed goal.

“You’re taking me so well.” He separated from the kiss, trying to catch his breath and continue focusing on his thrusts.

His hands roamed over 007n7’s ass and hips, squeezing and kneading the single father’s body.

He never thought he would find himself fucking 007n7, but here he was, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of 007n7’s tight hole; the warm and soft anal walls sucking his cock with hunger.

“Builderman.” He moaned as he tilted his head back, feeling satisfied with each thrust that rubbed against his prostate.

“I know, I’m close too.” He felt a bit embarrassed to admit it, but he couldn’t help it, not wanting to leave 007n7 alone with this.

Builderman brought his face to 007n7’s neck, starting to kiss and trace each wound caused by Shedletsky, wanting to eliminate all traces or alleviate the pain each one caused.

He licked the deepest bite, hearing 007n7’s moans and sobs above him.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly when 007n7’s eyes closed tightly, releasing more tears.

He was about to stop before 007n7 tightened his legs, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop, please.” He begged as he pushed himself onto Builderman’s cock, supporting himself painfully against the wall.

Builderman didn’t say anything and obeyed, starting to accelerate his thrusts. Continuing with his kisses on 007n7’s neck.

007n7’s hands gripped and caressed Builderman’s head, tangling his fingers in the strands of hair and squeezing with a bit of force with each movement.

Builderman thought about those nimble fingers, the things they could do to him. Would he be just as fast and make Builderman cum in minutes? Just as he was too fast with the generators.

007n7 tried to hold back his moans, clenching his teeth tightly and stifle the moans in his throat.

“Don’t hold back, I want to hear every sound from you.” Builderman took his tail to stimulate 007n7 even more, causing a small cry from the ex-hacker.

He smiled against 007n7’s neck, starting to enjoy every sound. He was glad to know that 007n7 obeyed, a bit shy but stopped holding back his own moans.

“Ah Builder- More.” He moaned loudly as he felt Builderman accelerate the pace of his thrusts, creating an obscene sound between the clash of skins.

Builderman stroked 007n7’s painful cock, which caused the tight hole to clench even harder, being the last thing he needed to release inside 007n7.

He growled against his neck as he marked and filled 007n7's interior with his semen. 007n7 didn’t stay behind and came over Builderman’s hand with a sharp cry and his body trembling.

The tears started to stop, but he kept moaning as Builderman continued to thrust against his prostate. “That’s it, good job.”

007n7 let out a sound of disappointment when Builderman pulled out his cock and let his semen run over 007n7’s ass.

Builderman put it down for a moment and turned it over. Watched as his semen escaped from 007n7’s hole and ran along his legs until he reached the ground.

He squeezed his trembling legs together, caressing and smearing his semen over 007n7's body. I finally release him and watch as he collapses against the wall, landing on the floor.

Builderman gently turned 007n7 over, gently taking his chin in his hand. He knelt to be at the same level, reuniting his lips with 007n7’s.

“Mhm-” 007n7 loved Builderman’s sweet treatment, grateful to the man for helping him release and not focusing on his own pleasure.

A knock on the door made them separate from the kiss.

“You’ve been in there for 11 minutes, guys.” Chance’s voice sounded behind the door, sounding annoyed as he tried to open the closet, discovering that he couldn’t.

Builderman smiled as he started to help 007n7 put on his boxers and pants, dressing both of them.

The door opened after another two minutes, revealing Chance with his arms crossed and frowning.

Fortunately, 007n7 and Builderman had already caught their breath a bit and were completely dressed, a bit disheveled but presentable.

“What? The handle broke.” 007n7 joked as he stood up with Builderman’s help.

“What a coincidence, especially since you had a builder locked in with you.” Chance rolled his eyes, staring fixedly at both men.

Builderman let out a small snort and walked away, ignoring the gamblers’ protests behind him.

He smiled as they returned to their seats. He hoped to repeat a moment alone with 007n7 just to worship his body as he should, even though he didn’t deserve it—according to Elliot.

Although this stupid game didn’t generate feelings for the others, it’s just a support to release the week’s tensions without the intention of forming bonds. Or simply improving them.

And anyway, everyone here knew what they were getting into, they couldn’t go out and claim something outside the game.

He sighed as Shedletsky started to mock them, but he ignored it, staring fixedly at 007n7 leaning on the chair, catching his breath.

Well, maybe it was a good idea to maintain a good relationship with the ex-hacker.

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TwoTime wasn't one to deny anyone anything, so when they arrived and were led to a game table, they didn't bother to ask and went along, knowing what was up.

Unlike the others who fought over the blessed bottle, they continued to enjoy the BloxyColas that Noob offered them every now and then, even though no one spoke to them, they didn't care.

It wasn't until a round of taunts and jokes were directed at them and their ex-hacker companion that they took notice.

They smiled and stood up, heading towards the closet and waiting for 007n7.

They knew the others always found some excuse to get rid of them, —although most of the time they didn't succeed, it just made them more nervous.

Fortunately, 007n7 didn't take long to appear, closing the door behind them.

“Oh, what a thrill to have you here, 007n7.” The cultists purred loudly and approached 007n7 playfully. They licked their lips before joining their mouths in a hungry kiss.

007n7 leaned into TwoTime, savoring their lips before wrapping their arms around the cultists' shoulders and pulling them closer, pressing their bellies and chests together.

Although it wasn't their first time together, it was the first time they attempted anything more than mere teasing and caresses. Especially for TwoTime, who was eager for more than just hesitant glances and clumsy touches.

They moaned as they felt TwoTime's hands roaming their body, caressing beneath the clothing and squeezing the soft skin.

Their tail wiggled between them, caressing the hips and legs of the others and stimulating themselves at the same time. Their cocks rubbed against each other for mere seconds, completely hard and dripping.

They both pulled away from the kiss, hungry for more.

007n7 pushed TwoTime and guided them down, positioning themselves above the cultists with a mischievous glint in their eyes.

Their agile hands went to work, removing both their pants and boxers together, eager to begin.

“Can I ride you?” Their small smile didn't waver, but their body started to tremble with anticipation.

The cultists only nodded with excitement, caressing the bare legs of the ex-hacker.

007n7 positioned themselves in TwoTime's naked lap, opening their legs and placing each one on either side of TwoTime's hips, sitting firmly on them and rubbing both erections together.

They smiled, noticing the tremor in TwoTime's body. The forgotten dagger caught their eye, glinting from the corner. TwoTime followed their gaze and felt their body tense up.

007n7 smiled before rising and reaching for the dagger, placing it in TwoTime's hand. “I don't mind if you do something with that.” They assured before rising with their legs and placing their hand over the dripping cock of the cultists, guiding them towards their needy hole.

TwoTime looked at them for a brief moment before smiling and making a decision.

007n7 whimpered as the dagger started to graze against their thighs, creating light cuts and sending small waves of electricity through their body.

TwoTime caressed their face, licking away the small tears before lying back on the floor and letting 007n7 set the pace they wanted.

Desperate for more, they impaled themselves on the cock with force, feeling the sting of the stretch burn. A moan escaped their lips, strong and pleasurable.

They allowed themselves to stay still for a few seconds, feeling their own hole clench and mold around the shape of TwoTime's cock inside them.

The cultists moaned at the tightness and warmth of 007n7, giving a shallow thrust before ceding control. They allowed 007n7 to grasp their wrist, guiding the dagger closer to 007n7's thighs.

“TwoTime-” 007n7 pressed their tail against one of the cultists' legs, inflicting a bit of pain on TwoTime.

“Yes- you're doing great. Your hole feels so good, 007.” They slapped the uninjured leg of 007n7, forcing the ex-hacker to let out a small, sharp cry before continuing.

TwoTime cried out as they felt themselves lose the tightness for a moment, only to moan when 007n7 sank back down onto their cock.

“Agh-” The dagger pierced deeper, but 007n7 didn't care and continued to adjust to the effort they were making.

Their legs trembled with each movement, rising and falling gently before starting to quicken.

They bit their lips as they continued to press down, riding TwoTime's cock with passion and speed.

“Oh dear Spawn- So tight.” TwoTime threw their head back, starting to lose themselves in the pleasure. “You squeeze me so well. Warm and soft.” Both were so stimulated, moaning each other's names.

007n7 looked down at them, tears blurring their vision, but they managed to appreciate the gaunt face of TwoTime. The cultists' twisted smile faded, revealing an expression even more glorious that only made 007n7 clench around them.

“The great Spawn has been so generous to let me be inside you.” They said between breaths, feeling 007n7 start to quicken their pace with each of their thrusts.

The sound of skin slapping started to echo through the closet, their moans unrestrained, expressing the strange mix of pain, joy, and pleasure.

007n7 rode up and down, feeling the dagger graze against their thighs with each movement. And damn, it felt so good that it spurred them on even more.

They placed their hands on the cultists' chest, using it as support to move their hips up and down with greater speed and force.

TwoTime smiled at the sight above them. 007n7 crying and moaning from the pain and pleasure, flushed and tears streaking their pretty face. They almost felt like they were seeing someone celestial, before shaking their head.

“That's it. You're doing great. I give many thanks to the Spawn for letting us have you on top of us.” They smiled as they pressed the dagger harder, leaving deeper marks.

007n7 sobbed from the pain, feeling waves of electricity course down their back. Hearing TwoTime praise the Spawn and themselves made something burn in their chest.

Their tail whipped against one of the cultists' thighs, causing their own damage to them. TwoTime smiled at the warning, but they couldn't help it.

They caressed the other, unmarked thigh of 007n7 softly, pinching and kneading the soft skin of the single parent, creating a contrast against the left and right sides of 007n7; one received cuts and pain, while the other started to receive tenderness and soft caresses.

007n7 clamped their legs tighter around TwoTime's hips and waist, moaning as the cultists thrust up and met their own hips descending, managing to go deeper inside them.

Saliva escaped their lips, just like the moans that started to get louder. There was something about TwoTime that made them want to be rougher, wanting more pain and control over them.

TwoTime's cock hit their prostate with more force, causing their head to fall back and lose themselves in the pleasure.

“Unfortunately, our time is running out.” TwoTime panted as they flipped 007n7 over and let their own cock slip out of 007n7's eager hole.

007n7 moaned in disappointment, but they knew they needed to fix themselves and hide their wounds. Still, they brought their face close to TwoTime's and kissed them passionately.

TwoTime kept their smile and guided the dagger towards 007n7's chest, grazing against one of their nipples.

“TwoTime!” They moaned as they felt a light cut, but they didn't give it much thought and finally pulled away from the cultists.

“You can use my pants if it bothers you too much.” They offered as they caressed the recent cuts.

007n7 moaned again, but calmed down quickly and nodded, accepting the cultists' offer.

TwoTime reluctantly stepped back, taking the ex-hacker's khaki pants and putting them on. It was an odd feeling, having a thicker, stiffer fabric against them.

007n7 smiled as they started to put on TwoTime's soft, thin, loose pants, savoring the feeling of the cuts against the fabric. Although they should probably wash them later and remove the blood that started to seep onto their leg.

Just in time. The door opened, revealing Elliot with a first aid kit in their hands, knowing about their little kink.

“Oh dear companion. May we ask about the first aid kit in your hands?” They smiled with amusement, feeling 007n7 tense up beside them.

“May I ask about your new fashion statement?” Elliot made a face when a slight metallic scent hit their nostrils, something that worried them a bit, but neither of them showed any sign of pain.

Elliot muttered something about idiots and masochism, but neither of them paid attention.

007n7 waved their hands as they assured Elliot that they were fine, that there was nothing to worry about. “If anything happens, I promise I'll say something.” Elliot didn't believe them, but they didn't want to make a scene right there.

Finally, they relented, leaving the first aid kit in 007n7's hands and making sure the ex-hacker would go to someone if something happened to them.

If anyone noticed the small bloodstains on the floor, no one said anything.

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The Specter had noticed how its violent little toys were growing restless, bored out of their minds with nothing to do, nothing to fuel their hunger for bloodshed.

It growled in frustration, watching C00lkidd throw himself into the ball pit, exhausted after chasing and being smacked around by the sentinels.

The adults were supposed to keep the little ones entertained, encouraging them thrilled by the chase after survivors—whether through lies about tea parties or games of tag.

So, the Specter knew it had to fix the problem at its root.

It carefully studied the activities the survivors used to keep themselves busy and motivated during the dullest, most dragging days. None of those ridiculous games of chance would ever work for the killers—with their explosive tempers, they’d end up slaughtering each other in minutes.

And involving the children in card games? Out of the question. That would only push them toward wasting time in overthinking strategies. Their immaturity and wild creativity were what the Specter loved most about them—always shocking the survivors with bizarre tactics. Deliciously unpredictable.

It wasn’t until it caught them playing “Seven Minutes in Heaven” that the idea truly hit. Pathetic, useless… but tension could be released in more ways than one. Couldn’t it?

A wicked grin spread across its face as it began planning the perfect situation to lure the adult killers into playing together.

It took some effort, but a few choice words of encouragement were enough to coax them.

Awkward? Perhaps. Entertaining? Absolutely.

The Specter only wanted to see their faces in the days that followed—wondering, second-guessing, trapped in that deliciously uncomfortable tension.

The first day was, predictably, dull. Of course they acted timid at first. But as the hours passed, tentative touches began to dissolve the stiffness, chipping away at their reluctance.

Some didn’t seem to care at all, even open to experimenting with different things. Still, none of them dared to push further, to step outside the safety of the “game.”

Progress, yes. But not enough. That’s when the Specter understood.

They were killers—dominant, prideful. Some bristled at the thought of being overpowered by one of their own, even if they ended up enjoying it later. So… what could be more entertaining than handing them someone who wouldn’t mind being subdued?

Its smile deepened as its gaze drifted across the arena, settling on the perfect toy. And as a bonus, the children would be satisfied too. Two birds, one stone.

With a snap of its fingers, it ended the round early and sent everyone back to their cabins. Confusion rippled through them, but a well-placed message about “kindness” was enough to keep suspicion from spreading.

Then it seized 007n7 and dropped him into the killers’ zone—an area sealed by thick barriers, should they try to wander beyond the forest that surrounded it.

The Specter’s grin sharpened as it watched the single father’s expression twist into sheer terror at finding himself surrounded by killers.

Of course, it had to be careful—pulling 007n7 out the moment things tipped toward true danger. That only made the game sweeter. After all, the real fun was making him participate in just one round. Just one. Because the toy was far too easy to provoke, and the killers’ faces when he suddenly vanished before they could have more of him… now that would be priceless.

Let the games begin.

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1x1x1x1 furrowed their brow as 007n7 was forced to take a seat between them. His body trembled incessantly, unable to comprehend why he was there.

He refused to lift his gaze to the others, especially because of Noli's fixed stare.

“What a pleasure to see you again, Sev. More so to be able to play with you like in the old times.” Noli savored 007n7 with his gaze, wanting to pounce on him and claim him. Though he would enjoy hearing others tear him apart.

007n7 didn't respond, not wanting to say anything that would provoke the ire of the assassins around him.

“This is boring me. Get on with it already.” iTrapped tapped their fingers on the table, ignoring the tension among the other assassins.

Noli took the bottle with excitement, starting to move their tentacles and calculate the speed and time for the bottle to fall on 007n7, but 1x1x1x1 snatched it away. And before they could snatch it back, the creation of hatred spun it without paying attention.

007n7 looked at the bottle with interest. His eyes widened in realization as he understood the situation. The look of terror and something more delighted most of the assassins.

007n7 writhed as Noli's tendrils wrapped around his legs, holding him in place as the bottle began to descend on him. iTrapped gently pushed him towards the direction of the bottle as 007n7 leaned to his left.

“Come on, don't be shy.” Mafioso purred, and the gaze turned to him. For a moment, he considered taking the turn from 1x1x1x1 but let it pass for this moment, sure that more opportunities like this would present themselves.

<“Mmmh interesting. It will be fun to destroy him.”> 1x1x1x1 smiled at the thought, watching the father start to tremble violently and back away. “What a shame that your first time playing with us is with me.” He whispered, but only 007n7 managed to hear it.

Their claws dug into 007n7's arms, lifting the single father to start walking. 007n7 looked back with a flicker of hope that vanished in seconds.

He was pushed roughly into a somewhat decent room, quite small to be considered a bedroom or living room, more like a large closet.

“Wa-Wait, we can talk about this.” He squealed as they lifted him and tore his pants, revealing his semi-hard cock already leaking precum.

1x1x1x1 looked at him bewildered. “Do you like it?” 1x1x1x1 would have waited for him to cry and beg to stop and let him go. But if he liked it rough, who was he to stop it?

007n7 blushed with shame at being caught, but the fear was stronger, intensifying as he felt 1x1x1x1's erection rub against his ass.

“Answer.” They growled in his ear, waves of shivers coursing through his body.

“Yes! Please, fuck me.” He begged, knowing it would hurt. Maybe it was his masochistic side or simply feeling that he deserved to suffer; he didn't care.

1x1x1x1's smile widened, and their eye gleamed brighter, blinding 007n7 for a moment. They bit his shoulder, reveling in his cries of pain.

007n7 cried out loudly, but his body continued to betray his pain, finding pleasure in the damage being inflicted on him.

And in a matter of seconds, 1x1x1x1 managed to free their hard cock. Without waiting for any confirmation, they penetrated 007n7's tight and unprepared hole.

“Ngh- Ah!” 007n7 cried out loudly, tears streaming down his face. He cried from the stretching, but still, he clenched around the strange cock inside him.

1x1x1x1 showed no mercy and started to thrust with force, moving in and out of 007n7's tight and warm hole.

007n7 wrapped his legs around 1x1x1x1, pulling them in even closer. He cried out even louder as he helped 1x1x1x1 find the perfect angle to hit his prostate.

“Right there! Please.” He begged as 1x1x1x1 tried to change the angle, but 007n7 wanted more than just thrusts and hits.

1x1x1x1 said nothing, perhaps having a moment of pity and giving 007n7 a bit of pleasure. Still, they didn't slow down their fast and savage rhythm.

007n7's tail wrapped around one of 1x1x1x1's arms, not knowing where else to hold on. His arms wrapped around 1x1x1x1's neck, bringing their faces close and clashing their ragged breaths.

1x1x1x1 wanted to try something, so they pressed their lips against 007n7's, surprising the ex-hacker but he returned the fierce kiss.

1x1x1x1 bit 007n7's lower lip, as if it didn't matter to them to fuck someone who died from blood loss —Although they didn't want that, they weren't attracted to the idea.

007n7 opened his mouth and a cry was muffled as 1x1x1x1 pushed their tongue in, fighting against 007n7's who soon surrendered and let the assassin devour his mouth.

He continued to moan against 1x1x1x1's mouth, starting to feel overwhelmed; the stimulation and pain combined to destroy him.

1x1x1x1 broke the messy kiss, wanting to observe how 007n7 cried and begged for more, this pathetic man made him feel good.

“You feel so good. I wish we could keep you as our fleshlight.” They panted as 007n7's hole clenched around them tightly again.

“1x4-” He moaned louder than before, filled with pleasure after a thrust hit hard and made him see stars.

“Shut up. Just keep moaning like the slut you are.” They degraded while gripping 007n7's hips tighter. They couldn't deny that those moans were better than the whimpers of pain the ex-hacker let out.

They paused for a moment, recovering their strength and feeling on the edge. The head of their cock leaked blood and precum but it didn't stop them.

They entered again with renewed force, abusing the prostate with precision. It was so loud that they were sure the others heard him scream.

It felt good to take control after so long. The others took advantage of their size to push and take something from him. It didn't matter much to them, just enough to make them miss this feeling of control.

007n7 kept screaming without shame, feeling 1x1x1x1's cock travel through his entire anal canal, from start to finish until it hit his prostate.

His cock leaked precum, aching and needing some caress that no one would give him.

Suddenly, 007n7 came hard, without any warning and staining both their bellies, his body trembling and clenching even tighter, pulling more primal groans from 1x1x1x1.

His head felt in the clouds for a moment, coming back to reality when 1x1x1x1 continued to thrust inside him. His eyes filled with tears, making his vision blurry but that didn't matter now. His throat started to ache from so much screaming and moaning that kept escaping his lips, each one filled with pleasure and a bit of pain.

1x1x1x1 didn't give him any moment to catch his breath, thrusting with force and without stopping. He could only surrender and let 1x1x1x1 use his hole as they pleased.

His back hit the wall with force and he was sure he would have horrible pain after this. His head tilted back, starting to feel dizzy from the intense stimulation, feeling his cock getting hard again in less than 5 minutes? He didn't know, but it was quite humiliating.

1x1x1x1's thrusts started to lose their rhythm, so close to coming inside 007n7 and finally destroying him.

They brought their face close again, licking the salty tears of 007n7 and appreciating his face up close; flushed, hot, and wet; sweating from the effort and heat caused by both bodies; crying from the overstimulation.

Their thrusts became erratic, feeling their balls swell but before they could come, the tightness and warmth of 007n7's hole disappeared from their cock. Their head hit the wall where 007n7 was leaning.

1x1x1x1 growled in annoyance as 007n7 disappeared from their grasp, still leaving them with a painful erection. Still, they masturbated with their own hand, still having the fresh memory of 007n7's ass around them. It was enough to make them come with a growl.

If they could curse and hit the Specter, they would do so without hesitation.

They hit the wall with force as the closet was opened without warning, revealing Noli with a smile full of amusement.

“Do you need help?” Noli suggested as their tentacles approached the sensitive and trembling body of 1x1x1x1.

“Get your filthy tentacles away before I rip them from my sight.” They growled as they exited the closet.

“Doesn't it feel good? We heard you but that doesn't matter. We could have more time with him out of here, you know?” Noli suggested playfully as he walked away, leaving the idea hanging near 1x1x1x1.

Though they didn't accept it only because it would be humiliating if the survivors found them fucking 007n7, especially that stupid chicken man.

They sighed as they returned to the table with the other assassins.

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007n7 groaned in disappointment as the sensation of pain and pleasure disappeared suddenly, leaving him trembling and sobbing.

His mind started to regain consciousness, but his sensitive body kept seeking something to give him the stimulation he needed to come.

His hands moved down, caressing his leaking cock. He groaned in relief but it still wasn't enough. He needed to feel again the pressure and control of 1x1x1x1 over his body, the pain of his wounds was enough to remind him of everything he felt.

His tail moved towards his wounds, caressing and massaging gently to not open them too much. He groaned as his body received waves of electricity every time he grazed a wound. He should feel bad and disgusted, but now he couldn't focus on anything but his pleasure.

With a final squeeze, he came on his hand, collapsing and letting his body tremble all over.

He continued to sob and pant, recovering. Damn, he just hoped he wouldn't have to go back there. He liked it but didn't think he could handle more of this and felt that 1x1x1x1 had been too kind compared to his way of killing.

Most of them weren't even fully human; hybrids, mutants, extra limbs- Hell no. Just thinking about their resistance and possible anatomy made his stomach churn with an inexplicable sensation.

He collapsed on his bed, promising to clean it later. He was too tired and overwhelmed to even move.

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007n7 collapsed onto his bed, exhausted from running and escaping. Somehow, he ended up being the LMS during most of the matches. If he had had BloxyColas or first-aid kits, it would have been better for him. Running with a broken leg or a bleeding wound wasn't the best.

He sighed as his face pressed against something soft and warm, enough to make him feel comfortable and sink into it.

Hands caressed his hair. He opened his eyes in terror; no one dared to come to his cabin, let alone caress his hair.

“Tired?” Consigliere asked as he let 007n7 pull away from him.

“Welcome back, Seven.” The assassins' cabin.

He growled as he approached the mafialings, feeling more comfortable with someone more human. Although he didn't get close enough for their bodies to touch. “I guess I'm here to play.” The bitterness in his voice showed he wasn't happy, but he had no way out.

“It's not so bad. Some are better than others.” Caporegime downplayed it and wrapped his arms around 007n7. “If you don't get stuck with one of those brainless idiots.” He pointed to a specific group.

007n7 frowned as he watched John Doe spin the bottle, taking 1x1x1x1 with him.

Over time, he watched the others pair off and head to the closet. He felt confused about why the Specter had sent him to the assassins' cabin. He saw that some truly felt comfortable with others, with the whole situation. So he didn't understand what he was doing there.

His eyes grew heavy with time, really tired.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, and the next, he had Noli's tendrils around him. He was held and lifted, falling into the arms of his ex-partner.

“We're going to have fun like old times.” Noli purred as he guided them to the closet, closing it forcefully and listening to the seconds tick by. Noli didn't waste time and kissed 007n7.

It was uncomfortable and strange, to put it mildly. Kissing your ex-lover again? Who was now different, his mask stuck over his thin and gaunt face.

He could almost say it was like kissing a rock, but Noli really remembered where to press to stimulate him quickly.

“Mhm- Noli.” He moaned as they squeezed near his tail, not getting close to his sensitive extremity, but causing a wave of pleasure to travel down his back.

“That's it, I want to hear you moan my name, Seven.” Noli brought his face close to 007n7's ear and neck, breathing heavily as he made his tendrils explore 007n7's body.

“I can't help but say it. I felt jealous when I heard you scream from 1x1x1x1's hands. Could you do it for me?” The request confused 007n7, especially with the tenderness in his voice.

“Like old times?” He murmured as he panted, feeling tendrils slip under his clothes.

“Yes- filled by my cock, screaming and begging for more.” He bit 007n7's shoulder gently, noticing marks that shouldn't be there.

“I see you're still the same slut you were before.” His hands squeezed 007n7's legs, leaving some bruises.

The tendrils started to undress 007n7, tearing some clothes and holding his limbs. One caressed his hole, not waiting to insert itself immediately inside him.

Noli gagged 007n7's mouth with another of his tendrils, smiling as he heard the muffled moans of 007n7.

He continued marking 007n7's skin, leaving his own bites over the bruises of others, wanting to eliminate all trace of them.

He felt so nostalgic; a young Seven wrapped in his arms, making jokes and provoking the other just to claim him. The kisses and promises were erased with time, but he still knew the other so well that for a moment his head went elsewhere, all the contained anger disappeared for a moment.

“Look at you, taking everything I give you like you used to.” He praise when 007n7 clenched his tendrils eagerly, pushing down to rub against his cock.

Noli smiled at the sight, so needy and sensitive from just a few caresses. His hand continued to stimulate 007n7's tail, his cock positioned over 007n7's hole, playing around it.

007n7 cried, wanting to reply to Noli's games, but every word was drowned by the tendril in his mouth, which kept pushing deeper and deeper until it hit the back of his throat and went further.

He felt 007n7's gag reflex, sounding even more broken. Saliva started to escape from the corners of his lips and tears began to well up with each movement, feeling dizzy from lack of air.

Noli smiled sarcastically as he entered 007n7's tight and warm hole in one movement, burying his entire cock inside his ex-best friend.

A scream escaped 007n7's throat, again, being choked and suffocated by the tendril.

“Fuck- so tight.” He groaned as he started to move, feeling the soft and warm walls of 007n7's hole squeeze his cock with each movement.

Noli didn't waste time and set a fast and hard pace, precisely hitting 007n7's prostate.

Moans escaped him, loving how 007n7's hole felt around his cock; warm and soft, just as he remembered.

He buried his hands over 007n7's hips, making sure to leave bruises after this encounter.

The closet filled with the scent of sex, wet sounds; muffled moans and skins slapping with each thrust.

Noli watched 007n7's flushed face, full of tears and saliva escaping from the corners of his lips. The crooked glasses only added a sexier touch. A touch that encouraged Noli to keep pushing hard.

007n7's back arched strongly, trying to stroke his cock with one of his hands, but it was impossible with the tendrils tightening around his wrists and keeping him in place.

Noli smiled mercifully, starting to masturbate 007n7 with one of his tendrils.

007n7 cried harder, pushing down to meet Noli's hips and take his cock deeper, squeezing to stimulate his ex-partner.

Noli smiled feeling 007n7's intentions. Despite their problematic past, the ex-hacker was still pleasing him—Although they were now enemies.—

Noli changed the tendril on 007n7's cock, placing his cold hand and starting to stroke him hard.

“Don't worry about me, Sev. I'll get more after this.” He murmured as he continued to masturbate 007n7's teary cock, wanting him to at least come over his hand.

007n7's eyes rolled back as he felt his body tremble, close to the edge.

The tendril in his mouth finally stopped abusing his poor and tight throat, letting the ex-hacker gasp for air.

Moans escaped non-stop, each one louder than the last despite the persistent pain from so much moaning and holding a tendril in his throat.

“¡No-Noli!” He screamed the killer's name. His vision blurred by tears and his body burning with each touch. He bit his lower lip as he contained a scream, so close to his release.

“Would it be okay if I find you later?” The question floated through the air, with no answer. 007n7 would have liked to say something, but he didn't find the strength to think, much less to register the question completely.

Finally, 007n7 came over Noli's hand, staining both their bellies. Noli smiled smugly, pleased to have made 007n7 come so quickly. Damn, 007n7's stamina was really affected.

His trembling body collapsed over the tendrils that continued to hold him. Now they moved to his back, supporting him gently as Noli kept pushing inside him.

He sobbed from overstimulation, but loved that Noli kept pushing down, seeking more.

He looked at Noli's face. One of his hands gently placed itself on the cheek where Noli's mask was, who stopped all movement. The soft action from 007n7 caused a painful jolt over his chest.

Before he could say anything, 007n7 disappeared in front of him.

He growled in frustration as he lost the tightness of 007n7's hole over his cock. He took several breaths, but he was fine, he would find someone else to release with later.

A doubt grew in his chest. He knew he shouldn't feel too affectionate with 007n7, but he couldn't help it. The man, so defenseless and timid that his ex-partner had become, only made him want more of him. —Although he knew it wouldn't be possible.

His tendrils twisted in the air, wet from 007n7's saliva. It was enough to start stroking himself a bit and enjoy 007n7 a little more.

How pathetic he felt, but he didn't regret it.

007n7 cried as he fell back onto his bed, too stimulated to tremble for long minutes until he calmed down. Light spasms kept wandering over his body, but he felt good. Noli made him feel good.

He closed his eyes tightly, holding back the tears and old memories. A long time ago, he accepted that nothing would be the same. It doesn't take away the fact that he still longed for the old moments.

His body weakened enough for his eyes to start feeling heavy.

“Damn Noli.” He growled as he turned over and rested his face on the pillow, still feeling the ghostly touch of Noli on him.

His tail swayed softly, excited to remember the caresses over his body, smiling to know that his ex-partner still remembered his weak and sensitive spots.

He wanted more, but felt satisfied for now. He would have liked to have answered Noli's question, now clearer in his head, but for now, he would leave it in peace.

Chapter Text

007n7 collapsed beside Mafioso, allowing the assassin to get closer to him. After all, he had no choice, surrounded by powerful assassins against a mere mortal or ex-hacker, whatever he was.

He wanted to mock the rabbit ears poking out from Mafioso's Fedora, fluffy and soft, making him want to touch them.

Before he could say anything, the bottle pointed in his direction, drawing everyone's attention. What a surprise, maybe he could get used to this.

He smiled when he saw Azure stand up and walk towards him, offering a hand to help him up, a hand he accepted gladly.

He hoped at least that Azure wasn't an idiot like Noli and 1x1x1x1. He understood Guest666 and John Doe, beings with little or no capacity to reason between their actions, but the other two assassins had behaved too strangely around him, starting to annoy him.

His tail swayed gently as he hugged Azure's arm, hoping to provoke some jealousy, at least from Noli.

Azure wrapped it gently, opening the closet door and licking his lips, eager to initiate and check 1x1x1x1 and Noli's praises towards 007n7

Azure pushed him gently against a wall, starting to leave small kisses on the junction of 007n7's neck and shoulder.

007n7 expected Azure to undress him and fuck him carelessly like the other assassins, but he didn't complain about Azure's gentle treatment.

He let the strange and viscous tendrils of Azure quickly wrap around his arms, taking his ankles and spreading his legs in the air, removing his awful glasses and leaving him with worse vision.

He tried to press his legs against Azure's waist, but they didn't let him, leaving him floating uncomfortably and being crushed by Azure's chest and a cold wall.

In seconds, he was hard. The tendrils caressed every corner of his body, under the clothes, brushing his nipples, softly caressing his most sensitive spots.

He opened his mouth to beg for more, but a tendril plunged deeply into his throat, not giving 007n7 time to get used to the intrusion.

It was so viscous and flexible, hitting the top of his throat, causing the worst gag reflex he had ever felt.

He choked violently, trying to push and remove the tendril, but he couldn't. Azure smiled before pulling his tendril out forcefully, hearing 007n7 start to cough violently.

Saliva escaped from his mouth without him being able to avoid it, still feeling the presence of the tendril deep in his throat.

What embarrassment. He could handle the hits against his throat from the survivors. But everything the assassins did to him destroyed him. And he loved it.

He opened his mouth again, not losing time and wanting to taste everything they offered. Azure smiled and didn't hesitate to penetrate the warm and wet mouth of 007n7, plunging his tendril in again.

It was the worst blowjob 007n7 had ever given, so messy and wet that he couldn't help but get excited at the sight of himself being destroyed by a tendril in his mouth.

The tendril hit the top of his throat, causing more gagging and tears. His vision became blurrier from the lack of glasses.

Azure removed his pants at some point, freeing his erect cock and exhibiting his needy hole, clenching against nothing and demanding something to fill him.

Quickly, he exchanged two tendrils, not giving 007n7 time to catch his breath.

The cultists used the already wet and ready tendril to penetrate inside 007n7. The wet tendril played a bit on the edge of his hole before inserting the tip and starting to penetrate him.

007n7 moaned as he closed his lips around the tendril, sending vibrations to Azure's body, who pushed harder inside him.

It was a strange feeling, to be filled by a tendril, thin at first and growing as it sank deeper inside him. The tip hit beyond what he had explored, making him writhe in Azure's grip but not pulling away.

“Ah- you feel so good.” He complimented as he placed his hands on 007n7's waist, his cock aching to enter him, but he would only give him a moment to stretch 007n7's entrance.

“I understand now why 1x4 and Noli came out frustrated every time they were with you.” He smiled as he played with 007n7's hard cock.

He liked feeling him tremble in his grip, so defenseless and vulnerable that he could do anything with him.

He took his own cock, guiding it towards 007n7's entrance and hearing the muffled moans of the ex-hacker. He didn't waste time and inserted his cock in one go, joining his tendril inside 007n7's glorious hole.

007n7 screamed loudly, but it only made the tendril in his mouth tremble violently. He cried from the pain of the stretching, not expecting Azure to insert his cock along with his tendril.

His own body betraying him, accepting the intrusion that stretched him more than necessary, forcing his hole to mold to accommodate the strange shapes and Azure's cock.

More tears escaped from his eyes, blurring his vision and starting to lose himself in the overwhelming sensation.

Azure gave him a few seconds, leaning in to wipe 007n7's tears. And soon he started to move slowly but precisely, hitting 007n7's prostate with the help of the tendril.

It was too overwhelming for 007n7, his body trembling violently that it started to hurt, but his own body kept seeking more from the cultist.

His body He trembled violently, filled with pleasure that forced him to open his legs wider, offering and allowing Azure to get closer, penetrating even deeper along with the tendril.

“So compliant.” Azure murmured over 007n7's shoulder, letting out small grunts and moans as he felt the tightness of 007n7's warm hole, the soft and now wet walls squeezing and sucking both lengths.

“Mhg-”

“Just worry about not choking, darling.” Azure smiled with amusement, seeing how 007n7 struggled to pull the tendril out of his mouth without success.

The thrusts accelerated, still hitting the prostate but not being too rough. Azure panted with each movement, pleased with the stimulation he received; his cock rubbing against his own tendril and 007n7's anal walls, he couldn't ask for more.

He caressed 007n7's trembling legs, savoring every sound he provoked in the ex-hacker and every squeeze.

“Damn, you feel so good.” He complimented as he softly licked 007n7's shoulder.

Azure pressed hard, now holding 007n7's legs and releasing his tendrils, letting the ex-hacker's body fall onto his arms and the wall.

He kept the tendrils in 007n7's mouth and hole, just to keep stimulating both.

007n7 felt like he was running out of oxygen, wanting to scream and beg for more, but his mind stopped functioning for a few seconds and he lost himself in the cloud of pleasure.

His body gave out after a few seconds, he fainted for a moment before regaining consciousness and continuing to receive Azure's cock and tendrils inside him.

He had come without being touched, but they didn't give him time to feel or think about how humiliating it was, his body kept pleasing Azure, who started to thrust harder against his abused and poor prostate.

“Agh-” The tendril in his mouth was replaced by Azure's tongue, who joined them in a messy kiss. Saliva stained both faces, messy but Azure didn't care.

007n7 accepted gladly, feeling lost and satisfied by Azure's treatment. The tendrils hugged him without restraining him, ensuring he felt more comfortable with the overstimulation he started to feel.

The thrusts lost control, pushing without sense, Azure felt his cock swell for a moment before coming inside 007n7.

He groaned against the ex-hacker's lips, fascinated by the feeling of his cock being squeezed and milked by 007n7's greedy hole.

Azure broke the kiss, observing the thread of saliva that connected them for a few seconds before breaking.

Well, maybe it was too stimulating for them, this whole situation.

6 minutes and they were still here. How long did it last? Azure never had good streaks, but without a doubt, this was the worst so far. Maybe he was too repressed, but he decided not to think about it anymore.

The tendril continued to twist inside 007n7 and rub against his cock, making both of them gasp and let out small moans, but Azure refused to leave the warmth that embraced him.

The last seconds echoed in his head, allowing him to say goodbye to 007n7.

He moved to remove the tendrils, still keeping 007n7's legs over his hips, but letting all the weight fall on him.

He hugged him tighter, so soft that he wished to stay like that for eternity before denying it.

“Give my regards to TwoTime from me. You were a good boy for me.” He purred before kissing 007n7's lips tenderly and handing him something before disappearing.

Azure groaned at the loss, before standing up and starting to get dressed again. Leaving the closet as new and not worrying about satisfying himself.

They looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but no one said anything and let him go to 'rest'.

007n7 gasped heavily, his body trembling non-stop. The legs remained open, his hole soaked and stretched that kept clenching towards nothing, craving something more.

He felt dirty and destroyed, but he loved the new experience, he couldn't deny it. It was something new, strange but charming in its own way.

The flower on his chest remained there, giving him a bit of comfort before turning around and holding it.

What a shame, it was too beautiful a flower to have to give it to the cultists. He frowned, but ignored the situation between TwoTime and Azure.

He smiled softly as he started to let exhaustion take him to the other world.

Still feeling Azure's tendrils holding his body.

Chapter Text

No one could blame him; it was his first time joining these games.

Doombringer smirked with amusement as 007n7 stumbled nearby, tripping over his own feet and trembling. Just as pathetic as the first time he saw him.

“It's my turn!” Noli grabbed his wrist tightly, but Doombringer didn't yield and freed himself easily.

No one paid them any attention; it didn't matter how they played or if they cheated, they would all get away with it. Here, it didn't matter how you played despite your limitations; you had to do whatever was necessary to satisfy yourself.

“Come on, it's my first time here, Noli. Don't be a sore loser.” Doombringer spun the bottle, confident in himself.

He had already set his sights on 007n7, wanting to make him pay for all the trouble he had caused in the past. Though they never interacted directly, his mere presence was chaos for all the administrators, including Doombringer.

Everyone watched as the bottle slowly came to a stop on 007n7, making some smile with amusement.

007n7, on the other hand, looked a bit uneasy but didn't give in to the taunts around him.

“You just got here and you're already leaving.” Contractee bid 007n7 farewell with pity, but let Doombringer take 007n7 by the collar of his shirt.

“Hey!” 007n7 stumbled backward, gripping Doombringer's wrist and trying to free himself in vain.

He was shoved roughly into the closet, subdued and trapped against a wall and some lips.

Doombringer didn't waste any time, starting to explore 007n7's body with his large hands, caressing and squeezing the flesh within reach.

007n7 moaned with each caress, starting to rub against Doombringer. But it wasn't for 007n7 to feel satisfied. No, it was for 007n7 to satisfy Doombringer and learn his lesson.

“It's a shame I can't send you to banlands, but you seem too eager to satisfy everyone here.” His deep voice made 007n7 shiver and gasp when his hair was gripped tightly.

007n7 liked how Doombringer dominated him effortlessly, making his legs tremble with that electric touch running down his spine, forcing him to his knees and positioning himself in front of Doombringer's clothed erection.

“You know what to do.” Doombringer didn't hesitate for a moment, ready to make him pay for his past.

He smiled with amusement at his own childish behavior, wanting to take revenge on 007n7 for all the problems caused in his time. And now, with the opportunity to have him in his hands, he could only think about fucking him all night.

007n7's hands worked with precision, unbuckling and opening Doombringer's pants. His agile fingers slid into his boxers, pulling them down and revealing Doombringer's erect cock.

“If I had to bet, I'd say you've been waiting for this for a while.” 007n7 smiled at his own audacity, bringing his face close to Doombringer's cock.

His lips kissed the head, tasting a bit of the pre-cum leaking from the hard cock. He licked with amusement, watching as Doombringer tensed above him.

The killer wasn't going to allow any games or jokes, so he took several strands of 007n7's disheveled hair, causing him to open his mouth and manage to insert his cock.

007n7 writhed under his grip, choking hard when the cock hit the back of his throat. Tears stung his eyes, and his face turned bright red.

Doombringer didn't give him any time to adjust, starting to push his cock deeper into 007n7's wet and hot mouth.

“Do you like that? Fucking whore...” Doombringer gasped between each movement, pleased with how 007n7 was taking it all.

His hips moved slowly, in a torturous rhythm that only made 007n7 choke, with little time to recover the air that escaped quickly from his lungs.

Doombringer tightened his grip on 007n7's hair, lightly brushing against his horns, but not enough to stimulate and satisfy the man beneath him.

“If I had known I could put you in your place like this, I would have.” He growled as he tilted his head back, still marking his rhythm.

007n7 frowned and felt bold and annoyed. His tongue flattened more than necessary, only to lift and collide with the horseshoe of the head and provoke Doom. He savored the pre-cum that was released, and his palms pressed against Doombringer's thighs.

“Ugh- Keep doing that and I'll fuck you mercilessly.” He warned, not liking that 007n7 had caught him off guard, but he couldn't deny that it felt good and only reinforced the idea that 007n7 had TOO MUCH experience.

“Mhg-” 007n7 tried to retort, but every sound was muffled by Doombringer's cock.

Although he didn't obey, if Doom wanted to dominate him, he would have to try harder to achieve it. He continued to provoke Doombringer with more sounds, more vibrations, more movements and sounds that started to trigger an early release in the killer.

His eyes clenched when the hands in his hair tightened even more, bringing his face closer to Doombringer's pubic hair and leaving the cock deep in his throat.

“It seems you're still the little provocateur of before.” He leaned against the wall, still allowing 007n7 to place his hands on his thighs.

With his support, he lifted one of his legs and managed to reach the base of the ex-hacker's tail. He pressed it gently, groaning at 007n7's cry but continued.

007n7 cried harder, his tail shouldn't be crushed like that, but the waves of electricity he received were enough for him to allow the mistreatment.

Doombringer smiled at 007n7's submission, but all those provocations only brought him closer to his release. But if 007n7 could play, why couldn't he?

“I know what you're trying to do... little idiot. But- don't worry, you won't be the only one who comes out victorious here.” He gasped between each word, but he couldn't let 007n7 get away with it.

He smiled with amusement as his hands placed themselves on 007n7's horns, squeezing gently while continuing to thrust against the other man.

Doombringer bit his lips, suppressing those moans and gasps that 007n7 was causing, denying the auditory pleasure of the ex-hacker.

007n7's tail wrapped around Doombringer's ankle, squeezing tightly, but the ex-administrator didn't pay attention and continued pressing with his shoe. It was painful for both, but it was also something too pleasurable, both wanting to take control, waiting for the other to give in and crumble.

The sole of his shoe scratched against the tail, making 007n7 cry out in pain, but he continued sucking Doombringer's cock. The killer lost himself in something else that 007n7 started to mark his own rhythm.

It wasn't until 007n7 freed himself from the grip and pulled the cock out of his mouth, gasping heavily as he tried to recover his breath.

“Agh- Let me... breathe.” He pleaded as he started to cough, choking as he searched for air.

“Why should I?” Doombringer smirked and before 007n7 could retort, his cock was shoved in again, choking him once more.

Doom regained control over the ex-hacker, starting to thrust forcefully, feeling close. “You'll swallow it all like the good little whore you are.” He sentenced as he accelerated the pace of his thrusts, his balls and pelvis slapping against 007n7's face, listening to how he choked harder.

The tears on 007n7's red face encouraged him to continue, feeling the saliva drip from the corners of the ex-hacker's mouth and his body tremble.

He gripped the sensitive horns tighter, creating greater stimulation and provoking screams, which was enough to feel his cock swell inside the warm and tight mouth of 007n7.

007n7 dug his nails into Doombringer's thighs, leaving small marks. His hips started to seek friction against something, and the only thing he found was Doombringer's leg.

“Damn. What a bitch.” Doom gasped when 007n7 embraced his leg and started to rub against it like a horny bitch. Although he wouldn't let him come, he let 007n7 get stimulated enough.

He smiled as he watched the hidden clock on his wrist, observing the minute and few seconds he had left.

The room was filled with noisy and wet moans. Doombringer enjoyed the sight of 007n7's ruined face too much to avoid stopping for a second, leaving his head on 007n7's tongue before pushing again.

His thrusts became superficial, lost their savage rhythm but maintained the force in each movement, finally coming inside 007n7's throat, buried as deep as possible and listening to how the man choked on his semen.

007n7 kept his eyes open, struggling against the thick and salty liquid falling into his throat. The lack of air made it difficult to swallow, but he managed to do so.

Each swallow was a torture, feeling his head cloud over and his vision darken from the lack of oxygen. The last thing he saw was Doombringer's victorious smile before closing his eyes.

He fell forward, face down, drooling and coughing, his body twisting to recover his breath. The semen and saliva escaped from his lips, staining the sheets beneath him. His tongue hung weakly, leaving a wet pool underneath his face.

His legs tightened and he groaned from the pressure, his cock demanding its own release. The tears stopped for a moment, allowing him to recognize his surroundings.

Damn, he was now too hard and needy. “What an idiot.” He murmured as he realized Doombringer's plan: release inside him and deny him an orgasm. Although in reality, Doombringer didn't stop him, he simply controlled the time to not have to deal with his excitement.

He groaned as he looked down, sighing resignedly as he understood that he would have to do the work manually.

His tail moved sensitively, hurting from the rough friction between the sole of the shoe and the sensitivity of his limb.

He frowned as he continued to curse Doombringer, but the taste in his mouth was a reminder that he would have a horrible sore throat.

Who wins in the end? Not him, definitely not.