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Joel was going to win these fucking games.
He shifted slightly in his hiding place, keeping a fearful ear for anyone approaching.
The start of the session had gone as normal, everyone laughing and teasing as they wondered what the wildcard would be today. They'd had some silly ones, and they'd had some more...well...wild ones. those fucking snails for example.
Joel bit onto his fist, stifling the moan as the vibrator in his ass shifted up another notch. Fucccckkkk a seeker was close.
He began to creep backwards, glad he'd managed to keep hold of his bucket of water on the climb up the mountain.
When the wildcard had been announced, half the server hadn't even noticed it. Too pre-occupied with the vibrators now stuffed up their holes. The other half had barely noticed for the reactions of those nearby them that had dropped to the ground writhing as the vibrators kicked up to the max setting with someone designated as a "seeker" so closeby.
Apparently, the damned wildcard had been a game of hide and seek. But since the watchers were voiddamned perverts, there had of course, been a twist.
The seekers had gathered at spawn for twenty minutes while the hiders recovered their composures and set off across the server to hide. The vibrators acted as a proximity alarm. The closer a seeker was, the stronger the vibrations. The seekers were not without their own twist though, as the further away from a hider, the more desparate they would grow for release. However, thanks to some machination of the Watchers, hiders could only come if they were within twenty blocks of a seeker, and a seeker could only come if they were currently laying eyes on a hider.
Once a hider had been seen, they would be "frozen" in place (or really, a five block radius of the seeker that had found them) and would be unable to get away until the seeker had found release. If the seekers came more than the hiders they would win, and vice versa. Joel had hidden in the trunk of his car at first, but he'd started rocking the blummin thing so hard that Ren had found him, pinning him in place while he jerked himself off.
Thankfully, the bloody idiot had gotten distracted by Gem who had gotten Jimmy stuck in a cave and needed help tunneling in before the canary could shake off the pleasure long enough to dig his own way out.
Which had led to Joel's current position, hiding in the trees of the BAM team's base. Bloody Lizzy was wandering around the bamboo, and Joel could NOT be caught by his wife. No matter how hard his cock was in his trousers, no matter how bloody horny he was at the sight of her while he had something up his ass. But...she didn't know he was up here. Not yet at least.
She usually had a sixth sense for him when they were fooling around but this was different. Slowly, he reached his hand down his trousers. They were still crusty from Ren's bloody cum spilling all over him earlier, but it was better than doing what Grian had taken to and just running about without them.
Stroking himself quickly and firmly, Joel stuffed his fist into his mouth, muffling the low groans as he watched Lizzie start searching around the parrot statue she'd built. Even from here he could see her panting, hands twitching toward her crotch for want to bury her fingers into her mound, though they all knew it'd be useless. And fuck it was hot.
Groaning lowly, Joel felt his seed spurt into his pants. Slowing his strokes, he simply held himself for a few moments, relishing in the afterglow.
Another point for team hiders, take that fuckers.