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Saihara looked up at the large screen in horror. As much as he wanted to look at his fellow prisoners in this killing game to see their reactions, to see if maybe, just maybe, he was hallucinating this, he couldn't. Hoping that the screen wasn’t showing what it was and instead displayed a tamer video, his eyes stayed glued. No matter how much he blinked, the same sight taunted him.
“A-A-Ah! ███████! D-Don’t go so d- eh- ep!” Whines blared out speakers with a sudden static in the middle that censored out someone's name. Saihara’s heart was painfully pounding against his chest as he stared at the two bodies tangled in a school bathroom. Both their faces were off-camera, but they were undeniably two boys literally caught with their pants (almost) down. The students watching could only guess that they were connected way more intimately as one’s hands went down the other’s pants.
“Fuck~” A student in a gakuran cooed out as his body bounced with the other’s arm moving. Even if their face wasn't visible, Saihara couldn’t help but envision a face ‘fucked silly’ as Iruma might delicately put it. The drool that dripped down their chin and barely visible throat only enhanced the image. Their uniform collar blocked most of it, so Saihara vaguely imagined a marked throat shining with excess drool.
Maybe they were smiling as well, grinning as they were fingered by their... classmate? Friend? Lover? Maybe his boyfriend? They were probably more personally invested other than a quick fuck seeing as they were facing each other, and the smaller boy’s hands were griping helplessly at the other student.
‘Oh, they were from different schools,’ Shuichi offhandedly thought. The other boy was wearing a blazer-type uniform, with a striped tie, collared shirt, and all, which clashed with the pure black gakuran the other had. His detective instincts wouldn't shut up and instead persuaded him to look more into the boys’ relationship and who they are. This was a motive video so it had to connect to one of them. Were these two of them? Was he really seeing two of his friends fuck on such a big screen?
“W-Wait-” The smaller boy softly complained as his pants were fully removed, leaving him in bright red and yellow striped underwear. A resounding gasp engulfed the room as everyone stared in horror at the boy’s thighs. Thick to thin cuts and scars infested his creamy pale skin, some were a deep burgundy as they healed, others were rich crimson- recently made. There were also dark and light scars that accompanied them, but the recent cuts were the most attention grabbing.
The taller boy lowered his pants as well, showcasing similar cuts to a lesser (though still extreme) extent and monochrome plaid underwear. Shuichi tried to ignore how familiar those pair of briefs were. The boy on screen then lowered both their underwear affirming that the mutilation went even further up. And also showing that they were both rock hard…
“What vulgar censorship,” Kiibo commented as the mosaic censored dicks were shown. The air was cut as people became less tense at the objectively humorous comment and started adding their two cents. At this point Shuichi wouldn’t know if-
“The uncensored or censored version is worse?” Ouma ended his thoughts unknowingly as he mused out loud. He continued as he saw people gaze at him, “Like you know how they say that the less you see the more you can imagine, which is what makes it more lewd~” He playfully winked at the rest of the group vaguely.
“This is merely a recreation!” Monokuma exclaimed, butting in and confusing the students. It was almost as if he was talking to someone other than them. “These are not actual highschoolers fucking in front of you so do not worry! Miss me with that CP charge!”
That made sense, kind of. It would be disturbing to know that underaged boys were filmed, but at the same time it was confusing. How exactly was this recreated? And was this truly real, as in, was this screen displaying something that had really happened?
“Too bad I forgot my box cutter,” Saihara flinched as they finally heard the other’s smooth voice and at what was being said. What kind of dialogue was that? It was considerably creepy… The most uncomfortable aspect of this, though, were the feelings that stirred within Saihara. Everything about this screamed familiarity, but it was distorted and tainted.
“Do you wish I had brought it? Want me to cut you up some more? I can finally go up to your chest and stomach, maybe I'll even slit your pretty throat!” The boy rattled on, getting more and more excited as he spoke.
“Mhm mhm mhm! We can do it at my house later! So please, fuck me quickly...”
Now everyone was fully freaked out as the previously soft voice turned excited and demented, especially with his shocking words. Then there was the very enthusiastic response by the other teen. He was thrilled at the prospect of being mutilated further. At this point Shuichi decided to try to turn off his thoughts and try to understand this odd video.
“Brace your feet against the wall.” He commanded. No one could tell who was trapping who. Gakuran boy's back was against a stall wall with both his legs on either side of the other and feet planted on the opposite wall, if the stained plastic could even be called a wall. Meanwhile the one in the tie harshly grasped his hips to keep him from falling.
“AH!” The smaller teen cried out as he was forcefully thrusted into. His shouts became more sporadic as the grueling pace was set. The previous bounces that flowed into each other were changed into hard jolts that shook the stall. “Fuuhhh shouu gouuuh~”
“What was that? Come on, I know damn well you can speak better than that with cock in you,” The blazer wearing student mocked. He slowly pulled out only to slam his hips against the other’s. A slap that almost sounded like a crack echoed against the bathroom walls.
“You’re right, this is soo good~” He drawled out, teasing the other.
“Oh my,” Shirogane plainly commented as the camera shot changed. Similar outcries were heard from everyone else.
The screen was heavily zoomed in to where they were connected. “Oh my god we see the full action!” Iruma screamed. Whether it was due to excitement or indignation, he didn't want to know.
Saihara’s eyes were wide, he couldn’t help but stare at the, now uncensored, rapid thrusts as the larger boy’s dick went in and out of the bright red hole. Whatever lube they had used was helping but there were times where the taller’s cock seemed to drag out, prolonging the discomfort the other would feel. The slapping and wet sounds were simply hypnotic to him, no matter how pervy it made him sound.
A new sound was introduced- slurping.
The shot stayed on the invasive angle for a few more seconds only to pan up until two smushed lips were displayed hungrily moving against each other. After a while, they would part, tongues hanging out on the verge of touching, and then desperately come back together.
“Take it all off,” They both panted out at the same time. A deep sense of dread settled in Saihara’s stomach. An unnerving atmosphere that fit a body discovery set as the now staticy camera panned to long fingers unbuttoning the gakuran, to small hands with chipped black nails trailing to navy hair covered by a familiar hat, removing it, and finally, it zoomed out to fully show their faces.
It couldn't be...
“I wuv yhuu, Shuiii~” “I wuv you too Kokiii~” They smiled at each other.
One was obviously too caught up to form words, and the other continued to be mocking. The would-be soft and sickly sweet atmosphere quickly turned dark by the delirious, red panting faces and the obvious bruises accompanied by minor scarring around… Ouma’s throat.
‘It was both of them!’ Saihara was forced to accept. Ouma and Saihara’s sex tape was just displayed for every one to see! The worst part was that he couldn’t remember an ounce of this.
“Cum in me cum in me cum in me!” His previous thoughts were correct; Kokichi’s face was stretched wide into a grin with multiple fluids dripping down his face and his eyes were rolled back into his skull. It was incredibly erotic get grotestque as slim hands slowly crept up and gripped his neck.
The previous shrilly moans and begging was replaced with choked-out, short gurgles. Fuck, he could feel his crotch heating up, and he hated it. He didn’t want to look at Ouma this way, they weren’t the closest friends, but even so, he didn’t deserve to have his humiliation showcased for all to see. “Fill me up~ Ruin me for everyone else.” He gasped out.
“For everyone else?” The taller teen all but growled out as he removed his hand and slammed it against the stall. Harsh coughs and gaps filled the air, the smaller boy trying to calm his panicking lungs even as his body was continuously fucked into the wall. “As if there is anyone else.”
“Oh did I not tell you,” Kokichi’s smile widened, the malice they were all familiar with finally shone through. His voice was rough and hard to hear as he spoke. His blood shot eyes bore into Shuichi, one eye was sinfully lidded lower than the other. “Yesterday when I went to the bathroom some boys came up behind and tried to ambush poor little me. They even shoved me to my knees and everything.”
His face dropped to a mocking pout for a second before a childish small grin lit up his face (was it even moral to describe him as childish in this situation?). “Too bad for them, seeing as Kaito interrupted before they could pull their dicks out. For having a hero complex he sure does love to ruin people’s days. Don’t worry he didn’t try fucking me, he just insulted me and left like always.”
Shuichi’s thrusts quickened as his eyes darkened. “Who were they?”
“Oh! Are y-you going to ask Kaito to- to beat them up or w-what?” Kokichi excitedly asked, struggling to let out his words comprehensively. His body was violently quivering in response to the new spots Shuichi’s dick was banging inside him. Hands hurriedly tried to find balance as the wall behind him began to shake at the hardened slams.
“I’ll kill them myself,” Shuichi huffed out. His breathing became more labored, and his thrusts more sloppy. At this point, he was jerking Kokichi up and down on his cock rather than bouncing. Even so, Kokichi kept mewing out uncontrolled moans. Shuichi hooked his arms under Kokichi’s knees and fully hauled him up.
“Hehe, it was a lie- AH- OUCH!” pleasured moans turned into wails as Shuichi’s cock scraped depths that were rarely stimulated. And, oh fuck, they were hit good. “FUCK FUCK! Deep! Too- too deep! Wait-!”
“Is it too much?” Shuichi teased, burrowing his head near Kokichi’s neck to lap at the wounds there. He knew the truth, he just wanted to see the smaller boy squirm.
“N-no,” Kokichi was successfully knocked down a peg. His previously haughty attitude was reduced to a whimpering begging mess. He clutched Shucihi’s hair in a death grip as he cooed out, “please keep going. I’m gonna- I’m gonna-!”
His dick that was sandwiched in between both of their stomachs twitched once, twice, then shot out cum. With a final high whine Kokichi tightly hugged Shuichi’s neck as he rode out his orgasm while still being fucked. His brain felt like mush~
“K-Kokichi!” Shuichi on-screen groaned, his face tinted red and grin face splitting. He trusted up shallowly as he came as well, his head nuzzling harder into Kokichi’s throat and teeth scraping new wounds. Both let out harsh pants, trying to put themselves back together after tearing eachother apart.
Saihara looked on from beyond the screen. It was disturbing to see himself having sex when he didn't recall any previous sexual experience, especially such a kinky and violent encounter.
“Fuck, we didn’t have to see that!” Iruma complained as the video showed Shuichi’s dick almost sweetly slip out, leaving Kokichi’s gaping hole clenching around empty air and dripping cum.
“Danganronpa,” on screen Shuichi croaked out. Kokichi hazily looked up with drunk eyes. He was drunk on pleasure, literally fucked stupid, god this was hard to watch and not get turned on by. “Join Danganronpa with me, we’ll win and get rid of those who have wronged us.”
“As much as I would love to talk about killing Kaito, Kaede, and the rest; your cum is dripping out of me and my legs feel like jelly.” Kokichi commented, poking his tongue out playfully though his face had dropped into a neutral expression. His hand slowly trailed down to plug his cum filled hole.
“O-Oh, you’re right haha. Come on, let’s go to your house and we can use your dear razor blade.” Shuichi bashfully fixed his uniform and tried to dress Kokichi back into his underwear at the very least. “Let’s see if you tighten enough by that time so that you bleed if I don’t prep you.”
“Yay~”
The screen shut off to a black screen. It served as a mirror and everyone could see themselves as they stood in the now tense, awkward air. Saihara shakenly turned to Ouma only to meet with blank purple eyes.