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Rules & General Information

1. I use first-come first-serve rules, no matter how much something is requested.

2. This fic uses the unofficial Kinktober prompts made by these people.

3. Nothing will officially be posted until October 1st, this fic is posted early to have time to request/write.

4. From the original mentioned list, certain things have been changed depending on my ability both comfort-wise and plain ability-wise, but I used the safe line they provided so none of it was my personal imagination.

5. Pick one prompt from the listed three, they are not all available unfortunately.

6. Request as many characters as you want for a single story, despite showing only two slots in the list there are no limitations… so pls be nice.

7. You can be as vague or as specific as you want in your request (though depending on what you request I may or not change some things, but the overall request will be mostly unchanged).

8. You don't have to request in numerical order, request at random.

9. Remember to request one of the three listed prompts available.

10. You may request multiple times, but only once for a single slot (but, y’know, don't fill out the whole thing… I'll nix any if need be!).

11. I'm typically only going to give myself a single day to write these (exceptions being if I get too busy to update), so if it wasn't what you were hoping for then let's all just quietly blame it on the time crunch.

12. Certain chapters might be a little underwhelming given my own comforts surrounding certain kinks, but I'm doing this to step out of my comfort zone so! Throw your worst (but, like, in a nice way).

13. Use this chapter to request (check to see who claimed what before commenting)!

Requested format: " 1A 🍎/🍏 "

1: (A) Masturbation; (B) Orgasm Control; (C) Aftercare

🚀/🖥️

By: KexLlama

2: (A) Coming Untouched; (B) Temporary/Permanent Marks; (C) Kidnapping

🗡️/🚀

By: painishere

3: (A) Threesome; (B) Nipple Clamps; (C) Alien Abduction

🚀/🗡️/🦠

By: SrHqlio

4: (A) Voyeurism; (B) Sounding; (C) Hypnosis

🍎/🫐

By: Ringadingdong

5: (A) Finger Sucking; (B) Wax Play; (C) Dacryphilia

🫐/🍋

By: Gagoobie

6: (A) Outdoor Sex; (B) Humiliation; (C) Commenter Choice

🗡️/👑 

By: LoudRain

7: (A) Blindfolds; (B) Chastity; (C) Bloodplay

🗡️/🦠

By: MaturedBones

8: (A) Webcam; (B) Figging; (C) Cages

🍏/🍊

By: Blueberry_Axolotl

9: (A) Exhibitionism; (B) Shibari; (C) Tentacles

🗡️/🚀

By: ?!?!?!?!

10: (A) Oral Sex; (B) Punishment; (C) CNC

🚀/🖥️

By: 87problemoes

11: (A) Cum Licking; (B) Handcuffs; (C) Uniform Kink

🚀/🖥️

By: hearhearts

12: (A) Sex Work; (B) Kneeling; (C) Sissifiction

🍋/🍏

By: Tazzmanian_Devil

13: (A) Dildos; (B) Dom Bottom/Sub Top; (C) Medical Play

🦠/🗡️

By: WhoReallyCares

14: (A) Omegaverse; (B) Possessive Sex; (C) Choking/Gagging

🦠/🗡️

By: Taxzmanian_Devil

15: (A) Semi-Public; (B) Object Insertion; (C) Sex Pollen

🫐/🍋

By: Tazzmanian_Devil

16: (A) Remote Control; (B) Fisting; (C) Fire Play

🍋/🍊🍏

By: MaturedBones

17: (A) Messy Sex; (B) Service Kink; (C) Anal Hooks

🚀/🖥️

By: ilovetiramisu

18: (A) Size Queen; (B) Dom/Sub; (C) Genital Torture

🦠/🗡️

By: mxlkyz

19: (A) Creampie; (B) Sensory Dep; (C) Electricity

🍊/🍎

By: Berryymoo

20: (A) Mirror Sex; (B) Golden Shower; (C) Dubcon

🦠/🗡️

By: SrHqlio

21: (A) Rimming; (B) Forced Orgasm; (C) Monsterfucking

🍇/🫐

By: Me. Stinger. I choose this one cuz it's the last one left. Mainly because if I get one more request involving Chosen I'm gonna throw my computer out a window what is. Why is it all Chosen

22: (A) Quiet Sex; (B) Crawling; (C) Gunplay

🦠/🗡️

By: KexLlama

23: (A) Biting; (B) Praise Kink; (C) Enemas

🖥️/Reader

By: Pesky_Face

24: (A) Anal Sex; (B) Gags; (C) Sugar Baby

🍏/🍇

By: ilovetiramisu

25: (A) Double Penetration; (B) Impact Play; (C) Pillory/Stocks

🚀/🗡️

By: LoudRain

26: (A) Lingerie; (B) Cuckoldry; (C) Sex Robot

🦠/👑

By: Pesky_Face

27: (A) Hair Pulling; (B) Animal Play; (C) Gangbang

🗡️/🦠

By: v1ckiii

28: (A) Multiple Orgasms; (B) S&M; (C) Needle Play

🍊/🍏

By: VALE

29: (A) Body Worship; (B) Omorashi; (C) Full-Body Bondage

🍊/🍏

By: Chocolate00

30: (A) Breeding; (B) Fucking Machine; (C) Degradation

🍋/🍎

By: Berryymoo

31: (A) Hot Tub Sex; (B) Wall Sex; (C) Commenter Choice

🍎/🍊/🍋/🍏/🫐

By: Blueberry_Axolotl

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Agent slipped the last piece of seemingly arbitrary paper from the previously present pile in its rightful resting place. Finally, he thought, I can chill.

He just had to inform Victim of his anticipated departure, which was something he always hated doing.

With a deflated sigh, Agent had to remind himself that there wasn’t a need for him to be there anymore that day, he had done more than enough work and probably deserved a break. Victim had been encouraging him to take more vacation days and time off but Agent could never bring himself to leave until he found that everything was completely organized. Victim had been through so much and Agent felt deep in his heart to be mostly responsible for lifting that burden from him as much as possible. He also didn’t mind the blatant favoritism Victim had for him compared to the others.

Agent stepped out of his office and trudged down the hall to the elevator, pushing the top arrow while he waited for it to slide open. Once inside, he pushed the button for Victim’s office and entered the eight digit passcode Victim had set for his “own safety”, as Victim said. Agent always felt that was a little much but never found himself brave enough to push against Victim’s paranoia.

The elevator sadly didn’t have any music to listen to. It may have only been about thirty seconds from the bottom floor to Victim’s office, but it was in Agent’s professional opinion it was way too quiet. He fumbled over the memory of some jazz tune in his head, humming along to his own improvised beat while thinking of the sound of a saxophone. After a short while, a ding pulled his attention away.

The door slid left, revealing a lowly lit, almost cramped space. It had a few nice shade-only plants scattered around and a multitude of other stationary items placed around the office. In the middle of the room was a large desk and placed behind the desk was a shorter, grey-colored figure. Victim himself, with his head on his desk like he was trying to sleep after a long test.

“Victim, sir. I’ve completed everything I needed to do today, I'm just… clocking out,” Agent took a few rolling steps forward, Victim didn’t respond. “Sir?” Agent peered over as much of the desk as he could only to find Victim was wearing headphones and watching… something. Agent thought he fell asleep.

“Hm,” Agent sighed. He patted Victim’s head lightly, planning to stroke his hand down to the base of his neck. Oddly, Victim wasn't sleeping, like Agent had originally thought, and he quickly flailed up, hand covering his lower torso as Agent instantly put the pieces together.

Victim was masturbating. And what’s worse (or maybe better)? Agent caught a glimpse of the video; it was several compiled videos of Agent against different opponents on the wrestling mats in the training wing. Victim was masturbating to videos of Agent.

“Agent! Hi,” Victim threw the headphones to the side next to him, turning off his phone and stashing it away in the closest drawer of his desk. He yanked his pants up, accidentally hitting his very hard dick which probably didn’t feel too comfortable but he tried his best not to show it on his face.

“Uhm. Should… I was just coming to say I was clocking out.” Agent avoided eye contact. Victim did the same.

“Oh. Well. Okay then. Thank you and, uh, bye. Safe travels home…”

Agent slowly stepped back with a ‘sorry’ and rushed to the door of the elevator, only to find the very stupid key card reader in place of the typical down-up buttons which reminded Agent that he very stupidly forgot his very stupid dumb key card in his very stupid idiotic dumb office. He had to take a second to recollect himself before turning back to Victim.

“Uh, sir. I forgot my key card. Do you… have an extra?”

Victim decided not to face Agent, instead opting to stay turned away while he properly fixed up his pants. The question, though, caused Victim to stop in his tracks and lightly turn, embarrassingly and quietly say “no, I’m sorry”.

Agent kept his eyes trained on a spot on the ground while Victim had a staring contest with the wall. They could’ve been like that for a whole five minutes before Agent surprised himself:

“Do you… wanna talk about it?”

Victim turned to him with a surprised expression on his, Agent had to force himself to make eye contact. He felt very awkward, but also (and oddly) a little respected. He felt that he may have warranted something like this, even though that’s a tad bit narcissistic and nepotistic to say. Yeah, he deserved this. And it felt really good.

“You… you would listen? Even though you just kinda… walked in and saw that?”

“I would listen.”

Victim considered him for a moment, glossed-over expression that he tended to spring on Agent in times of… Agent actually didn’t know what he did to warrant this expression. Victim just pulled it on him sometimes. He never pulled it on anyone except for Mitsi when she was still around.

“Okay. Well… I’ve just been… really missing Mitsi lately. And you were kinda the closest thing I could get to her… It started off normally, just admiring you when I could. Then it… got more intense,” Agent stayed verbally quiet, but he couldn’t help screaming in his own head and he still didn’t know why. “It became more of an… obsession, when I couldn’t have you. And I had to find ways around that. Find loopholes.”

“Loopholes…” Agent repeated, still unconfident in his ability to not make awkward eye contact. “You, what, fell in love with me?” He tried to joke. It didn’t really sound like a joke.

“Yeah, I guess.” Victim stated nonchalantly.

“Oh.” What else could he say? “Well, I’m here now.”

Victim looked at him, confused, before his eyes landed on Agent half-hard boner. “Ah.”

“I think I love you, too.” Agent lightly walked over to the CEO, swinging over the desk and sitting criss-cross on top of it, leaning over Victim. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Victim couldn’t help but smile, “Fuck?”

“Yes, please,” Agent unzipped his pants, Victim following suit. “But I’m taller, so move.”

Victim didn’t protest, just hopped up and switched places with Agent. He sat back in Agent’s lap when he could. Agent felt Victim grind against his boxers, which he found kind of rude–he hadn’t even had a good grip on Victim yet!

Victim pressed his lips to Agent’s neck, gradually finding his way to the nape of his neck. While occupied with that, Agent slipped his hand inside Victim's boxers, fumbling around his penis as he brought his fingers up and down the underside. Victim elicited a mumbled moan as he slowed down, reaching the tip. Agent moved his fingers to the lowest he could, down to Victim’s asshole, and inserted two. That elicited something that wasn’t a moan but wasn’t completely uncomfortable.

Victim humped closer once, pushing Agent’s fingers further in himself. He seemed to be in a rush. “You have to be somewhere? What’s–what’s with the speediness. Why are we fast. Why not slow.”

“You caught me masturbating, I was right on the edge. You edged me and I feel offended that you think you have the right to do that. So, my speed.”

“Oh, okay, sure, that makes sense. You’re right.” Agent said sarcastically. He could hear a large amount of playfulness behind Victim’s voice.

Agent inserted another when Victim humped him two more times. And a forth when he humped him again. Agent felt Victim grind against his boner every hump, and he won’t lie if he were to tell you that he was holding back because it felt really good. Just enough pressure to feel good, no great, not mind-breakingly amazing, just good.

At some point, Victim must’ve gotten a bit mad that Agent wasn’t picking up on his hints (Agent didn’t even know Victim was hinting to anything), and he growled loudly, annoyed, and hooked two fingers around Agent’s waistline while pulling down. Agent helped him out a little by picking Victim up and leaning him on his back on his desk. He wasn’t great at determining if someone was blushing or not, but he was pretty sure Victim was blushing from that small action.

Agent pulled the rest of his boxers down with his free hand, taking out his fingers from Victim’s ass as he brought Victim’s own boxers with them. He did a once over of Victim’s entire naked form, admiring both the huge and small scars covering most of his body from events long past.

“You’re pretty.” Agent complimented. Victim grumbled in response, his grumble quickly turning into some unintentional, makeshift-moan as Agent slid his dick in Victim’s ass. Agent can only wonder how much it hurt without any lube.

Agent didn’t start fast but it grew in tempo quickly, Agent breathing heavily as he pushed in and out again and again. Victim only grew louder with each push, it was clear he was a little embarrassed with the situation. At some point, Victim bit down onto Agent’s neck, power increasing with the speed. Agent thought the vibrations felt really nice.

He didn’t realize it but at some point his tongue lolled out of his mouth while he was focused on his dick going in and out of Victim’s hole. He had to lean the rest of his body on the desk, feeling Victim’s penis flop against his hard abs. Victim let go of his neck, moving his hands to the back of Agent’s head and moaning really loudly in his ear.

Agent found himself bordering on the infamous, sought-after climax. He didn’t know where Victim was on the spectrum but at that point he didn’t really care. He fucked Victim until he felt a substance dripping down his own penis, stilling as the rest of it filed out of one hole (more like slit) into another.

He rested his head on Victim’s shoulder and his forehead on the desk. Victim fucked himself on Agent’s dick until he came to his own climax, dirtying Agent’s pristine body. “Ow.”

“That did not hurt.”

“It hurt mentally, my poor abs.” Agent brought them both back down onto Victim’s office chair. Victim removed himself from Agent’s dick, it was starting to get uncomfortable anyways. Agent rested his head on the top of Victim’s, letting one breath in and another out. Slow yet shallow breaths; damn asthma.

After a while, the CEO spoke up: “Agent?”

“Hm?” He replied, tiredly.

“Are we an item now?”

“You’re the boss… You decide.”

“Okay. Then yes. Can I have the remote?”

Agent looked down at him, “Greys?”

“Mhm. I’m so close to season thirteen.” Victim was giving him that look.

Agent sighed, “It doesn’t get better, you know.”

“I don’t care. Also, I’m not gonna stop masturbating to videos of you. You should wrestle more.”

“Noted.” The sound of something unlocking bounded through the room as the door was now unlocked.

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Shit. Fuck. Other form of offensive language. He was so in trouble. He just kidnapped the freaking CEO of the same company that was trying to kill him.

Chosen popped his head into the room again–that must’ve been easily the fifteenth time now. There he was, in all his cold demeanored, grey glory. Victim (possible last name unavailable), tied down with some shitty rope Chosen found in the basement of this shitty old house.

‘This house’ held too many memories. Good memories, tainted by the present actions of an old friend. He missed him. Maybe that’s why he kidnapped Victim: panicked and took him as his new best friend. He’d basically done it with the first guy, so (note: ‘it,’ as in reference to kidnapping and fucking).

Ugh! Back to the present: the CEO of RocketCorp was tied down to a shitty bed in his shitty house. Right. Okay. The problem has been defined. Now? How to fix the problem. Chosen picked an almost dried out marker up off the floor and turned to the cleanest, most put-together wall. All the other walls had holes in them.

Idea one: keep Victim passed out. Never let him wake up again and slowly kill him. Pros: Victim dies and Chosen doesn’t get in trouble. Cons: that would take too long, Victim’s mercenaries would surely find him by then; Victim can most definitely break out of those ropes; and Chosen doesn’t have anything that can keep him asleep for so long.

Alright then, idea two: kill Victim now. Pros: Victim dies and Chosen doesn’t get in trouble. Cons: Chosen has no means of killing Victim, getting rid of the body, and not getting caught; the mercenaries would surely catch him; he would have to give himself a pep talk before committing first degree murder. He, essentially, couldn’t kill Victim.

Oh, jeez, this is getting scary. Idea three: convince Victim to let him off the hook. Pros: Chosen is off the hook! Cons: he has no idea how he would get Victim to agree to that. And not to mention the fact Victim kind of hated him even without mentioning the kidnapping thing–he somehow got in his head that Chosen killed his wife. Wonder what got that in his head–he didn’t even know the guy!

Fortunately (unfortunately), Chosen knew he wouldn’t have to kill anyone. Idea three it is! Chosen took a comforting breath–

And felt a hard arm on his stomach and another wrapping around his neck, squeezing. The two arms twisted in opposite directions, not enough to kill him but definitely enough to control his movements. The arm around his neck he latched on to as it choked him. He clawed at the hand by his waist, but was unable to regain control and ended up falling to the ground.

The arm on his neck let go and he gasped from breath, noticing the grey skin and scar markings. Victim. But worse: Victim on the defense. Or… offense? Right–he has to fight, take back control! Get your head in the game, Chosen!

It was way too late though, Victim already pounced and sprawled on him. He had Chosen in a locked position, with his hand on the back of Chosen’s neck and the other hand holding down one of his arms. Victim’s body was to the side of him, but most of his upper body was applying pressure to Chosen’s back, ensuring he couldn’t get up.

“You think you can waltz into my own company, cause as much chaos as you did, and get off scott-free? I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” Victim spat (literally).

“You kidnapped me first! This is merely self defense… Let go of me!” Chosen whined and he tried to use his other arm to lift himself up. Victim used his weight and kinetic energy to push back down, leaning slightly in the way of Chosen’s head. Sadly, he didn’t cross the fine line between control over your opponent and flipping over your opponent.

“I’m talking about before this. You kill the love of my life and think I’ll just let you go? You’re so stupid… She spoke to me once, told me to do this.”

“Oh, yeah, she ‘came to you in a dream’ or some shit. You’re fucking deranged!” Chosen tried once more to lift himself up; it didn’t work. In fact, Victim pushed back harder than he was already pushing, causing a large splotch of pain to well up inside and outside Chosen’s body.

Okay, Chosen, think: how can you get out of this situation? And that’s when it hit him–the conversation he heard while roaming around the facility:

“…Missing Mitsi lately. And you were kinda the closest thing I could get to her… It started off normally, just admiring you when I could. Then it… got more intense. It became more of an… obsession, when I couldn’t…”

He had heard only a small part of the conversation before escaping. Surely, there was more to it, but it was the only information he had to go off of! Don’t blame him for his reaction… “What–what if I suck you off!”

Victim paused and Chosen had to stop himself from taking over control. Stupid, yes, but also smart. If Victim said yes, he could have more control than he thought, if he said no…

“…What.”

“You said it yourself: you’re frustrated? Because of your dead wife or something–Mitsi! Yeah? And–you have access to all my memories? You’ve seen me giving head to Dark. You can see how pleased he is! Here: I give you the best blow job you’ve ever had and you let me go free.”

“Dark, the red one…” Victim pushed even harder on Chosen’s back and he had to bite back a hiss. “I don’t get served ultimatums. I serve them, not the other way around, idiot.”

“Ow–fine, then! How about you make an ultimatum or something? Just–what can I do that’ll make you let me go?”

Victim hummed and stilled for a long minute, “I have been feeling frustrated lately. And last night wasn’t enough…” Chosen stayed still and silent. Maybe he should try to take back control, it didn’t really work out last time. “Okay then. I had a good time last night, but I need more. I want you on top of me.”

Holy shit ‘didn’t really work’? That worked better than he hoped.

“Yup. Okay.” Chosen felt the pressure of another person get up and off of him, he could finally see Victim’s face. Nothing out of the ordinary: grey, grey, and more grey. Victim began to get undressed, vest then dress shirt then pants then socks then boxers. Chosen turned away from him and began the same routine (except he went boxers then socks, this is very important).

Before Chosen was even finished getting himself undressed he was slammed against the wall, arm wrapping around his waist again but without the intention to kill. Victim grinded against him pretty intensely. “Uh,”

Victim’s hand trailed lower, grappling at the boxers that were still left on Chosen’s legs. He palmed at Chosen’s dick through the fabric, hooking the tip around his fingers and pulling. Chosen arched forward, letting Victim rest on his back as he lightly humped the wall. After a while, Victim seemed to get a little angry, yanking Chosen by his hair to the bedroom he used to be tied up in and shoved him on the bed. Chosen would’ve hissed in pain, but his hair had pulled too many times at this point. He began to enjoy the feeling. Victim flopped next to him, grasping at his boxers and pulling them down.

Chosen fumbled on top on Victim, dick kissing him. He felt Victim’s precum slip onto his own dick. It took a second to balance himself and get comfortable, but he was able to get there. Honestly, he didn’t really know what to do. He never topped with Dark.

“You don’t know how to top, do you?” And there Victim goes, reading his mind once again. “You said it yourself: I have access to your memories. I saw you and the red one–Dark, I assume–talking about you being on top. I also saw your really pathetic break up.”

Well, that wasn’t nearly crossing a line or two. Or twenty. “You’re weird.”

Victim smirked, “Not as weird as when Dark pissed in your–”

“Stop! Stop, oh my God, stop. I don’t want to remember that. That is probably my least favorite memory and given what I’ve been through, that’s really saying something.” Victim laughed at him. He was such an asshole. “If you know so much, why am I on top?”

“Because I don’t want to be on top. At least give me fifteen minutes of bliss, that’s all I ask.”

“Uhm.” Chosen cocked an eyebrow, “Reduce your expectations to zero?”

Victim growled at him, “I’m shoving my dick in your ass now. Watch out, it’ll hurt.” And it did hurt. It kinda felt a bit like sandpaper at first, then it just stung for a while. It took way too many strokes for Victim’s precum to soften the blow.

“You could… give me a moment of readying next time,”

Victim gave him a disgusted expression, “I don’t plan on having sex with you again?”

“Ow…”

Victim feeded in and out until Chosen got used to the sensation. Eventually, he asked Chosen if he was ready to ride. Chosen groaned in response but began to rock his hips. Lightly at first, eventually speeding up to a nice, pleasurable speed. Victim laid down on his back, Chosen put his hands around his shoulders and leaned down to his face. Victim gently brought Chosen’s lips against his own as Chosen felt his dick feeling up a rather sensitive spot inside of him. He couldn't help but let out a small moan.

Victim’s hands pawed at Chosen’s waist, pulling him closer down as his tongue explored more and more inside Chosen’s mouth. Chosen planted his legs on either side of Victim’s hips as he pushed more intensity into the kiss. No, he couldn’t breathe all too well, but it felt kinda nice not breathing.

Chosen began rutting harsher, pulling his head up to breathe for just a second before diving back down. Victim shoved his tongue inside Chosen’s mouth, taking back the control that he let slip away for a few minutes. Chosen melted back down, drowning and bobbing on his dick. It intruded far up into his abdomen and Chosen didn’t really want the abuse to stop. Victim coursed a finger through Chosen’s hair as the one in question mewled loudly, mewling Victim’s name accompanied by an onslaught of fowl language. Victim pulled slightly.

Soon enough, Victim sped up and Chosen immediately understood why: he was nearing his climax. Chosen laughed for a solid second–how was he nearing his climax before Chosen? He doubts it's been fifteen minutes, plus, it doesn’t typically take long until Chosen’s comes. Chosen was usually the one to come first, but not this time, apparently.

But, no, Victim let out a cry several seconds later, emptying out completely inside Chosen. Chosen had to stop himself from laughing at Victim’s patheticness when he realized it had only been seven minutes from start of foreplay to Victim’s climax (thanks, immortal digital clock on the side table! Seriously, that thing has lived even after Dark threw it into a lake. It was immortal).

Chosen followed in Victim’s footsteps after another few seconds, coming with a less flashy performance, just a simple groan informing Victim that he was done. Chosen hopped off Victim’s penis a little too quickly–to save himself from discomfort. “Okay, you came. Now get out of my house.”

“God, you’re so speedy. At least give me a few minutes of reprise before going home…” Chosen began getting himself dressed. He threw Victim’s vest and the rest of his clothes on the side of the bed, Victim began slowly redressing himself.

Once he was fully dressed, Chosen tried to usher him out. “Okay, you’ve had your moment of respite, now leave. Go. Shoo,”

Victim put his hands up, telling Chosen to calm down without verbally saying it. “Uh-huh, I know, I’m leaving–I’m leaving! Jeez,” Victim began walking in the direction Chosen pointed him in; the exit. “You have one week of rest, by the way, then I’ll tell my mercenaries to continue on their mission.”

“What?! That’s not fair! That isn’t what we agreed on!”

“Legally speaking, we agreed that you would ride me and I would let you off. We never specified how long,”

“Legally speaking that’s the language that fucking sexual assaulters use! Watch yourself.”

“Legally speaking, prostitution is illegal! And what we just did was technically prostitution!”

“Fuck you, get out of my house!’

“Fuck you, I’m leaving!”

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Sun beaming down onto his face, Victim quite enjoyed the outside. It was warm and calming to just sit out there and soak up the rays. Plus, the hot tan that came with it was definitely a perk.

For the most part, his hour of sunlight had remained undisturbed. However, today he could hear something scuttling near the bushes of his yard. Something rustling around aggravating him pretty intensely. Someone maybe, which would suck because it was Agent’s day off, so he wouldn’t be here to protect Victim. Not that Victim couldn’t protect himself or anything, he just didn’t feel like it today.

After some time he was able to catch the perpetrator in her tracks, seeing a large tuft of sheen-black hair: The Chosen One. Ha! More like No One. What a loser. Maybe it was a good thing Agent had the day off; Victim would surely enjoy messing with her.

He picked off his book from his chest, setting it down page-side up on the fancy side table next to his chair, and walked toward where he saw Chosen last. He moved the bushes away and made direct eye contact with Chosen (No One?) squatted behind said bushes. Chosen looked shocked, offended, embarrassed, insert other adjective describing when someone gets caught doing something they aren’t supposed to doing here.

“Hi. You shouldn’t be here: you’re trespassing.”

“I’m hungry,” Chosen slowly stood to full height, rivaling Victim’s own verticalness. Hollowheads are pretty uniform, though, so they’re the same height.

“Oh… kay? You’re still trespassing.”

“You’re, like, rich. So you like, have money. And I need money. To buy food.”

Victim took a minute to just look at her, did she think Victim was stupid? A world-renown criminal and terrorist doesn’t pay for food. And he was about to say this, until they both turned their heads, hearing a fwishhh type of sound as a similar-in-height second world-renown criminal and terrorist landed in the grass near them both.

Oh, God, not this guy again…

Dark laughed a snooty, arrogant laugh, “Hey! Look at me! My two favorite exes! In the same place! I must be in heaven,”

Chosen growled, “You only have two exes, Dark. No one else in the world is willing to date your loser-ass.”

“Ah, so you’re willing to date me again? That’s so sweet of you, No One.”

Chosen’s expression shifted from shocked, offended, and embarrassed to offended, embarrassed, and shocked. Victim almost didn’t want to interrupt their quarrel, but his hour of sun was almost over. Meaning more work. Meaning he had to quiet both of them to enjoy the rest of his hour. “I think both of you are losers. Losers who are trespassing. Leave, please, before I have to use force.”

“I love it when you beg for me but I’ll take you using force against me, too. Like that one time–OW!”

Victim quickly stomped on Dark’s foot, Chosen doesn’t need to know about that. The one in question gave him an odd look. “I said we’re no longer talking about that.”

“I choose not to listen to those in power!” Dark retorted. “There’s nothing in this world that can control me,” he snickered before continuing, “nothing but a collar, leash, and one of my favorite exes.”

“That’s kind of disgusting,” Chosen gagged, Victim agreed only in his mind.

“I’m into disgusting, Chosen. You should know. You remember that one incident involving a soprano saxophone, a packet of gum, and nine bottles of lube?”

Chosen hurled. Not actually, but Victim’s pretty sure she came pretty close to letting something up. Maybe he should buy her some food, just so she actually has something to throw up in times like this.

Dark turned to Victim, expectant. “I don’t want to know,” he said, Dark frowned.

“I miss when we used to get freaky,” Dark began to waltz around Victim’s yard, “To both of you, either of you. It was so fun.” Dark sensually dropped down, ass nearly touching the ground. It didn’t and he slowly rose again, but not without a Dark-appropriate accompanying moan.

Well, shit, if he wasn’t pent up before he could’ve definitely been now. No, no, do not give into Dark’s flirtations. He’ll never stop if he gets the reassurance that they work. He forced his legs together slightly more, tightening his pants and hiding his growing boner.

“Go, now. Both of you, leave. You,” he pointed to Chosen, “Go steal some food somewhere. And you,” he turned to Dark, “Go find someone else to fuck over.”

“I would prefer to be fucked over, right now actually. It’s been so long since anyone has given me my rightfully deserved attention.”

“Boohoo…” Chosen said, cowering away.

Victim sighed, wondering how long he would have to keep up this stupid act of stoicism. His dick could only get harder from here. “Dark; what, exactly, did you come here for?”

Dark stalled for a minute, thinking. “I don’t know. Saw you both, thought I’d pop in and annoy you guys like old times.”

“Oh, you missed us. That’s… surprising,” Chosen mused. It took a few layers of analysis to go through but Victim quickly figured out that Chosen, like him, was horny. The little shuffle she was doing kind of made it obvious, Victim really didn’t need to go through layers of analysis.

Dark took a once-over on both of them, looking up and down unamusedly. “So. Are we fucking or?”

Victim coughed and Chosen grimaced, “What a way to break the ice,” Chosen monotoned.

“It’s one of my strong suits. Anyways; Victim, your dick has been hard for like, three minutes now and Chosen, you always get that little bit of wiggle when you’re wet. Also I’ve never been in a threesome and I really really want to be sandwiched. Perfect opportunity, right?”

Victim and Chosen exchanged a look, “I mean… If you’re up for it,” Chosen looked away.

“My chill-out hour is almost up,” Victim deadpanned at Dark.

“Well, then we better hurry! Yeah?”

Victim paused for just a second, then, “Okay. My sun chair is over there,” Victim sauntered back over to his little area–once abandoned, now about to thrive.

“Cool! I want Victim on the bottom and Chosen on top,”

“Who said you get to decide everything?” Chosen snapped at Dark.

“Do you guys want to switch, then?” Chosen and Victim locked eyes again–“No, stop looking at each and look at me, this should be about me, assholes!”

“Jeez, jeez, okay, fine. Alright. Fine. I’m okay with being on top.” Chosen begrudged.

“Okay, good.” Dark skipped over, pushing Victim on to the chair and turning around to sit in his lap

“I’m pretty certain sex usually happens without clothes on,” Victim sighed.

“Not clothes-on sex. Chosen hurry up.”

“That’s why I said ‘usually…’”

Chosen landed on Dark’s lap, legs spread around his waist. Dark began grinding on Victim as he felt up Chosen’s clit. Victim groaned as his pants felt even tighter than before. “Ugh, God, let me take these off…”

Dark giggled, pushing down even further. Chosen’s breath hitched and Victim could only assume Dark had switched from feeling up with his fingers to being up in with his fingers.

Victim growled lowly, pulling at Dark’s shorts as he grinded against his ass. Dark eventually gave in, letting Victim pull down his shorts, revealing to both his partners that he wasn’t wearing any undergarments. “That’s gross.” Chosen remarked.

Victim roughly yanked his own pants down, along with his appropriately-placed underwear–the appropriate placement being on his skin underneath his pants. Chosen was still wearing her pants and hopefully appropriately-placed undergarments, but she probably wouldn’t be soon enough.

Victim let out a small moan as he hitched his dick in the crack of Dark’s ass cheeks, it felt good. It probably felt good for Dark too. Y’know, because the ass crack has a lot of nerve endings. Victim definitely knows this fact and it’s not the author using their weird amount of knowledge about human erogenous zones to increase the word count.

Chosen stood on her knees, taking off her pants and appropriately-placed underwear (good job, Chosen! Now she just has to learn how to take a shower). Victim couldn’t get a good look, but Chosen looked like she was sopping.

After a while, Victim heard moans from Chosen, along with pleas for Dark to ‘go deeper, faster, harder’. He figured this was where he should probably penetrate, so he did so. Lips on the back of Dark’s neck while he whispered a quick warning. Knowing Dark, he probably would’ve preferred no warning. Dark sighed.

Chosen fell over and bit onto Dark’s neck, horny-soaked eyes challenging Victim’s for dominance. Stupid game, he thought and he bit the other side nearly hard enough to draw blood. They both knew Dark would win in a game of dominance, why even try at beating each other if he’s just going to come in and win without trying?

Oh, God, this is the part where Victim realizes he’s just told Dark that his flirtatious efforts work. Victim is never going to get another moment of peace.

Whatever, whatever. Victim pushed up into Dark’s ass. Dark screeled as Victim sped up just a tad, as quick as he could he go with the amount of weight on him at that moment (it wasn’t that quick, Victim should really work out more). Chosen seemed to be the most vocal, leaning her head on Dark’s shoulder as she mewled and puled while her vagina was getting properly abused. Victim reached over, grabbing onto her ass. Not intentionally, it was just the only thing he could get leverage of. He clawed at the skin.

Dark was moaning, somehow finding the pain of no lube pleasureful. Victim would never understand masochism: too painful for his personal taste. He was sure his hour was already over, but how could he stop now? He didn’t, but would surely get back to work once this was over (work = watching Grey’s anatomy!).

He felt his peak coming at him fast and he wondered where the others were on their journeys. Chosen seemed pretty close, too, losing all control as her arms wrapped around Dark’s body while she cried into his neck, kissing and licking and gently biting.

After some time, Chosen gave in and yelled out Dark’s name. Victim knew he would have to finish before Dark just so Dark didn’t pull some ‘erm actually’ on him and force Victim finish untouched. Okay, now it was a competition. A race.

So, he sped up. Moving his own hands, to graze at his thighs and other sensitive-yet-reachable spots (knees, neck, nipples).

Yes, he did climax before Dark, coming with a relieved sigh and a light noise, emptying into Dark. Dark seemed offended by that, having gotten stuck with doing all the work himself. He fucked himself on Victim and in and out Chosen, taking up a surprisingly long time before coming himself.

It took so long that the stimulation had caused Victim’s dick to become at least a little hard again. Great. His hour was over, he had indulged Dark, and Chosen had probably already stolen something. She could be sneaky when she wanted to be.

“Ahh,” Dark sighed, relaxing against Victim while Chosen stilled against his torso. “Round two?”

“I’m hungry!” Chosen shot up. “Round two after lunch! Christ!”

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Blue sat, scrolling on her phone in the combined bedroom of her and her friends on one of the upper bunkbeds. She was honestly bored as hell but didn’t know what else to do. Currently, it was just her and Red, who was fanning himself with some meaningless piece of paper he probably stole from Orange’s sketchbook. “Red. I’m bored. Bored as shit.”

Red looked up from the other upper bunkbed, he looked just as disinterested in today. “Then, uh, go for a run or something. Build back your endurance.”

“The doctors said that I shouldn’t put so much strain on my legs since the incident, though,”

Red sighed, exhausted as he put down his blank piece of paper, “Blue, that was like two years ago at this point. You can walk around without a cane, you've won races against Green and me–combined even. You can go for a damn run.”

Blue scoffed. “You seem pissy today. Is it your time of the month?” She joked. Red crumpled up his paper and threw it at her.

“No, it’s not, and it never will be. I am happy and content with my eight-inch penis,” He smirked, tapping the fabric covering the “eight-inch” penis in question.

“That shit is like, three inches give or take. Stop lying, you little liar.”

Red blew her a raspberry, turning back to the ceiling. “Then watch Grey’s or porn or something, I don’t know.”

“I finished Grey’s…”

Red nearly turned to him but decided to keep his poise, “You’ve already finished the new season?”

“No, no,” Blue was now scrolling through the PornHub website. “I have to pirate the new episodes since they aren’t on the site I watch but I’ve been too lazy to do so.” Her eyes caught on to an odd title pipping her curiosity;

“SLUTTY BIMBO WHORE turned into a GOOD GIRL for her HOT DOM! Erotic Hypnosis by KinkLegacy”

It was one of the oddest, most buzz word-packed titles Blue had personally ever seen, she just couldn’t restrain from clicking on it. It sounded a lot like something Green would either watch or film. Or both. Yeah, it was probably both.

The video showed some shirtless-pantless girl with her face cut out of the camera sitting on the bed while ‘her hot dom’ was saying something to her. Eventually, she laid down on the bed. Her face was blurred out and ‘her hot dom’ was now in frame, touching her breasts and clitoris and face and whatever else.

Blue wasn’t really paying attention, she really couldn’t bring herself to take the video seriously. She wasn’t trying to kinkshame or anything, she just wasn’t very interested in hypno stuff. “Red, look at this,” She turned her phone over as Red looked over.

“Ew?! Dude! You actually went on PornHub? I was joking!” Red shielded his eyes away.

“Oh come on you pussy, just look,”

Red looked over, watching the video for several seconds until Blue just tossed over her phone. Red took it, watching the rest of the video Blue hadn’t cared enough to pay any mind to. “This is cool.”

“You like it?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s my thing or anything, but it’s something I’ve never tried.”

“You want to try it.” Blue deadpanned.

“I wouldn’t say no, I don’t think,”

“Yeah, you really don’t,” Blue motioned for Red to give her back her phone. Red threw it over.

“You wanna try it?” Red asked, nonchalantly.

Blue gave him an odd look, “What, now? You n’ me?” She had grown accustomed to Red just saying things without thinking about the consequences, so she honestly wasn’t very surprised when he posed the question. “You should really get meds or something, Red. You gotta start thinking more.”

“I know! I haven’t seen my clinician in like, a month! But no, I did think about it, my brain just moves like, two thousand miles every half a second. If you want to do it then I want to be the one getting hypnotised.”

“Mm,” Blue exited PornHub, deleting the tab she used to watch it. “I could. But I don’t want to be called ‘the hypnotist’ or something, and I’m not spending more than three minutes making a script.”

“You sure know some stuff about hypnotism for someone who’s ‘not into it,’”

“Thanks, it’s actually just the author trying to make the time they spent researching hypnokink seem like it was actually worth their while,”

“What? Nevermind, nevermind,” Red shrugged. “You’re good at improv, I see you practicing violin-improv all the time!”

“That’s a violin, not sex. Big difference.”

Red laid down on the bed, on his side, “Okay, okay. What do I do,”

“The real question is ‘what do I do,’” Blue murmured. “Uhm. I don’t know, come without touching? Does that sound like a good end goal?”

“I really don’t give a shit.” Red said.

“Uhm, well, it’s sex so you really should.”

“Oh, my God; then yes, coming untouched is fine or whatever. There’s my consent.”

“You don’t sound enthusiastic.”

“Now you're just making me impatient,” Red snapped. Blue got the message.

“Lord; alright then. Alright. Jeez. Alright.” Blue also laid down, eyes facing the ceiling, thinking. “Uhh, uhmm… Like, so, close your eyes or something and… breath in and out, box breathing. One, two, three, four; two, two, three, four–shit like that.”

“Yup.” Blue didn’t look over at Red. “Don’t know why we’re counting in measures but sure,”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to talk. Anyways, uh, now, uhm. You’reeeee… you’re in our shared bedroom, but now you’re, like, sinking down into the bed and stuff. Imagine that.” When Blue didn’t hear a reply, she continued, “And you’re sinking and sinking until the whole bed is hugging you like a… hug. Yup.”

Blue had to take a second to think. She was only good at improv regarding her violin, she wasn’t the quick-and-creative minded Purple who could spin insanely intricate lies and storylines in the span it took her to figure out what she wanted her lie to even be about. Or the theatrical-inclined Green, who could basically turn any situation into his own personal stage faster than Blue could even find the stage. And Yellow, who read so many articles about anything that he could accurately pull facts and logic from a storage place in his brain that most people probably didn’t have. And Orange! Well, he’s, uh… Yup. Here's his special mention.

“Now you’reeeeee… in a room with no one but you and me, and your dick is getting hard because. Uh. Because you’re touching it? But like not actually, don’t actually touch it.”

Wow, this sucks. I am slightly uncomfortable in this position.

Blue looked over, seeing Red’s eyes closed. He looked locked in for once in his life. His dick was, surprisingly, hard. “Yeahhh… up and down, up and down. Feel’s really good. Probably. I wouldn’t know. ‘Cause I have a vagina. Anyways: you’re stroking and you stroke the underside, using only a bit of pressure with your fingernails. Collect the bulb of precum from your dick and stroke down again.

“Uh, I forgot to mention that you aren’t wearing pants. Even though you really are. But like, you’re not. Yup. Anyways, you speed up slightly and clamp your hands a bit harder around your shaft. I totally know how jerking off works. Yeah. Up and down, up and down. You speed up again. Wowww, does it feel good or what? I would think it feels good… It feels good. And uh, you’re close now, close to coming without touching yourself. Like, because you technically aren’t touching yourself. Uhm.

“Anyways. You’re going really quick now, so quick and so fast that it, uh, only takes a few more strokes before you’re actually coming. So. This is your cue to come, I guess.”

And, non-shockingly, Red came on command. Blue had to force herself not to laugh at the big stain on Red’s pants.

“Oh, yeah, uh, after coming you aren’t stroking anymore and, uh, you’re waking up now. Because you came. So… Wake up now, pretty please.”

Blue respectfully looked away as Red slowly ‘woke up,’ yawning and popping his back in the process. “That was… weird,”

“Yup.”

“But look! I actually came! I have to burp.” Red burped.

“Excuse you.” Blue didn’t really know what to think about what just happened, but she did know that she wasn’t bored anymore.

“Yeah. It was like–woah,” Red motioned with his hands, “Then like,” he motioned again, “And stuff like that. I should really change. Also, you know what I think of that?”

“Uh, no, I don’t read minds.”

“I think it was interesting.” They stayed quiet for a few seconds,

“Is that… it?” Blue questioned.

“Yup. What did you think of that?”

“I think I probably shouldn’t be in charge of improvising scripts. That was shit.”

“It was okay,” Red hopped down from the bunkbed, “Maybe some before-hand organization could’ve helped but I think it was okay.”

“I think this chapter should be getting wrapped up now.”

“I think the author thinks you should stop breaking the fourth wall,”

“I think the author is just having fun at this point. But also that this chapter should really be ending now.”

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Blue thumbed over her list of recipes. Whether it was for chemistry or cooking, Yellow couldn’t tell. He turned back to the wax melter that had been on for several long minutes now.

Blue had already exfoliated and moisturized the area–she even took it a step further and did most of the heavy shaving that Yellow offered to do. Which sucks because he had spent thirty bucks on a bikini trimmer he had wanted to surprise her with. Stupid Blue and her stupid ways of taking stupid initiative to relieve others of doing their stupid discretionary duties.

But it was fine, Yellow really didn’t mind. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything she might not want to.

“Is it almost ready?” Blue questioned from her position on the bed.

“Oh. Almost.” Yellow watched the pixelated neon red numbers count down until it reached zero. He picked up as much of the cyan wax as he needed on the popsicle stick and held a gloved hand underneath to catch any excess, turning around to face Blue–or, more accurately, Blue’s pubes.

Yellow sat sideways on the bed, tapping Blue’s knees with his elbow, signaling to Blue to spread her legs. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” she glanced over her list a few more times, “Do you think I should try making raspberry star bread first or chocolate-filled puff pastries first?” Blue immediately hissed as Yellow applied the wax.

Yellow looked up, anxious, “Oh–are you okay? Is it too hot?”

Blue sighed out her hiss, taking in a deep breath. “I’m okay. A little too hot, yeah,”

“Oh. Sorry…” Yellow blew on the remaining wax to cool–

“Do it again.” Blue commanded.

Yellow took a minute to process what she just said. She had never been interested in masochism or pain before; what changed? “What?”

“Do it again. I like how it feels when it burns.”

Yellow had to take another minute to process, but he wasn’t processing. Hot? Pain? Especially down there? For Blue? Blue never told Yellow that she liked a burning feeling around her legs. Especially given her record…

He just had to clarify, “You… want me to put burning hot wax on your vagina?”

“On the skin around it, yes,” Blue shrugged. “Not too hot but not room temperature, it feels really good.”

Yellow turned back to his canvas before the wax cooled too much and was unusable. “Alright.” He applied more wax to the other side of her entrance, pulling harshly in the opposite direction. He went back to the first side of her entrance and removed that piece, too.

He took the pieces and tossed them in the trash under the side table next to the bed they were on as he got up to get a new stick and more wax. Luckily, there was still enough to finish the job. He collected what he needed and returned.

“Just… just on the normal areas? Like usual?”

“Yup. Just like usual–but hotter.” Blue folded her paper, placing it inside the pillow case she was using to prop herself up. Yellow applied two more strips on the lower part of her thighs, going up diagonally. Blue winced, face contorting in pleasure. Yellow could only imagine how she found this enjoyable.

“Are you gonna end up coming to this? Should I, like, bring out a vibrator or something?”

“Mm, finish the waxing first.”

Yellow pulled from the top of the strips, tossing them when all the wax came off. He had to dab up some slick from Blue’s entrance with his glove so it didn’t mix with the pubes and, subsequently, the wax. Blue shivered.

Yellow went back, got more wax, and applied it to the correct location. Blue reached up, biting down on a finger with a gargled moan. Yellow could tell Blue had to stop herself from rutting just a bit. Yellow really didn’t understand how she enjoyed this.

Blue was now dripping like mad, seemingly having enjoyed herself. “Yellow… I think I need just a bit more.”

Yellow looked her dead-on. “You. Want more hot wax on your skin.”

“Hm,” Blue looked just a little disappointed, “If you do this for me I can fuck you really roughly tonight–I know you like it rough.”

“I don’t–!” Yellow snapped up, blushing, “You–you don’t have to bribe me!” Yellow felt something strain at his waist, no doubt a heightening hard-on.

“No, but it’s fun to see you get all worked up like this,”

“Mm. Uhm.” Yellow shyly scooted over to the wax melter, finding the extra wax melts sat next to the melter. “Okay.” He dropped the melts into the melter, turning it on again. “Uhm. It’ll be ready in twenty minutes…”

“Awe, can you wait that long for me?” Blue asked, her voice rising to a playful octave. Yellow blushed even more, finding himself embarrassed with how hard he was.

“Uh-uh, maybe…”

Blue giggled, which turned into a genuine laugh. “Okay! Okay; c’mere, pretty face,”

Yellow whimpered, crawling over to Blue and crawling in her lap, resting himself on her large thighs. Blue didn’t spare a moment in grasping at Yellow’s dick, an action that made the one in question gasp.

Blue slipped her hand under his waist band; cold, dry fingers providing a much different sensation than the warmer, wetter garment would give him. He mumbled some hideous attempt at a moan before giving up and stuttering some form of non-comprehensible verbal affirmation of continuance. Yellow hitched his hips whenever he would feel Blue’s angelic hands nearing the top of his penis, trying to get her to hold on to it just a bit longer.

He looked over to the clock on the wax melter, 12:06. Hm. They would have to hurry this up.

“Blue,” Yellow whispered, catching eyes, importing a gesturing message. “I need… more,” he added for clarification.

“Uh-huh, okay. Okay,” Blue softly pulled her hand up, squeezing lightly as she did. She brought Yellow’s boxers down his waist and he aided her by sitting on his knees, pulling the garment the rest of the way off when she reached her limit.

She immediately dove her fingers into herself, two sliding in, exploring for a few moments before bringing some sticky fluids with them as they slid out. “Okay. In,”

Yellow followed command, leaning over and popping his tip in. Blue took control, as she usually does, forcing his dick farther in herself. Yellow whined, flopping on top of her, Blue’s arms slipping to his back. She rubbed circles all over his back, moving herself up and down with her feet. Yellow’s legs wrapped around her waist, bringing himself closer to her as he made more noises.

Blue sped up, lifting and dropping herself onto Yellow’s dick. Yellow would cry and whimper and moan when she fell, finding the multisensories pleasureful.

He checked the clock again–7:34. He didn’t even know why he was pushing it at this point, it’s not like it was a race. The wax would stay melted even if the timer went off.

Yellow buried his face in Blue’s neck, she stroked through his hair. She fell harder, faster, deeper, too, straight on to his dick. She put her mouth right next to Yellow’s ear and moaned out his name, though it came out choked and broken up.

Yellow didn’t even realize he was close until he felt it was too late, though he bit down onto the side of Blue’s neck to ground himself. It only worked for maybe twenty seconds before he was forced to let go, filling Blue with liquidy spunk. He gasped and sighed, catching his breath while Blue fucked herself on him. She came some moments after, crashing down as Yellow felt a type of slick running down his length.

Eventually, he looked up, seeing neon red lights read 2:51 on the wax melters clock. He sat up. “It's almost ready.”

Blue groaned, “And you?”

“Hm?”

“What? No round two? Maybe you want to try some wax play? Just straight to bed?”

Yellow lagged for a second, “O-oh, I thought you just wanted it once…”

“Ha! Of course not! Do you know how horny I am? I would stay up all night if I could,”

Yellow perked, just a tad, “Do–do you want to?”

“Huh? Oh. Ha… Maybe,” Blue winked.

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Piglins would often squeak in fear when he walked by them. That was fine, that was good, even: it meant he was respected. Purple, even, would cower under him when he was talking to him, even if he wasn’t trying to be intimidating.

…In short terms, he liked to feel respected. It felt good when he was in control of everything. It felt organized, clean, and secure. He could manipulate whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, for his own desired outcome.

Well, then those five other sticks came along. He didn’t like them. They were destructive, they wanted to tear down his specialized plan. They wanted a revolution–they wanted control, and King just couldn’t handle that.

That colorful gang wasn’t just the problem now, there was some other person lurking in his territory, one that looked really similar to that orange-colored one. He had black hair, red eyes, black clothes. Everything about him was either black or red, but mostly black. And he was just sitting there–on some brick bridge, legs swinging high above the lava, defying King’s law and offending his honor.

And because of this, King was angry.

Out of impulsion, he stomped toward the guy, abandoning Purple behind him, who made the smart decision to not follow. King heard a few flaps and buzzes of wings before he sensed that Purple was already out of hearing vicinity. Which was good. Purple wasn’t a fighter, he probably didn’t want to see how this guy (more like King) would turn out at the end of this chapter.

King approached him quickly, staff tramping and shaking the ground beneath it. “You! Trespasser!” The man’s eyes snapped open and he jumped to a fighting stance. Ha! King chuckled, like you can do something against the staff. You are pathetically hopeless, mystery man. Immediately, King grabbed him with the coded power of his staff, lines jutting out and wrapping around him like an angry fist. He slammed the man down. “Bow.”

“What the fuck!” The man screamed. “Let me go!”

“Bow, peasant!”

“You’re crazy!” He looked very stressed now. He should’ve thought of that before deciding to lounge on King’s land. “L-Let me go! Right now! Or I’ll kill you!”

“Hm,” King actually dropped him, walking over to him. He was still sprawled on the ground, worried. King picked him up by the collar with one hand, raising him way higher than he stood. He clenched his whole body together. “Who are you.” It was more of a statement rather than a question, hence the period. Choice of style.

“I’m–! I’m no one!” He jerked.

“Liar!” King dropped him, holding him by the neck, hand grabbing him rather forcefully at his waist. “Who are you!”

“Please!”

King gripped harder, holding him at a full arms length as his hand on the man's waist followed through to his stomach. “I do not accept the action of bargaining as a name.” And then–King realized it. This disrespectful unknown anomaly creeping onto his terrain without notice was hard. Very hard. Way harder than he should’ve even been if he were to get hard in the place. King had to hold back a gaunty laugh–hard? From King's touch? This man was either his secret admirer or criminally uneducated in the act of fighting. He dropped him, “Name.”

“Chosen.”

“That's a stupid name.” King dropped him straight onto the bricks, falling with him. King jumped on top of ‘Chosen,’ legs to his side as forced his shoulders down. “Now, again, like a good, obedient servant: bow to me in my kingdom and as a king I will serve you, my people.” Chosen let out a low grumble, sulky smooth, as King pushed more.

“Uhm. Okay.” He whispered, eagerness rising with every passing second.

King, now content, whipped his hips so his legs were on either side of Chosen’s knees. Hands still on his shoulders, holding him down, he could look straight into Chosen’s horny-soaked eyes with vertical room to spare. Conclusion: King is not vertically challenged.

Chosen let out a gravely moan, whole body twitching. Ugh–King really had no care for sexually challenged or frustrated partners. He didn’t really care for coitus in general, but he does what he has to for his subjects to know that he’s in control of this society.

King pushes his knee roughly up into Chosen’s crotch, “You are nothing in my land, yes? You are nothing and you will be nothing. No more than a servant, a no one.” King degraded.

“N-Nothing,” Chosen parroted, groaning, tensing as King clawed at his skin. King pushed him further into the brick, slotting his own stiff dick right next to Chosen’s. He snaggled at the lower one until he could reach his pants and tear them down. King finally let up the grip on Chosen’s shoulder’s, just so he could undo his own pants’ fly and bring those and his underwear down.

The air around them was hot but comfortable, especially for such a sensitive body part. It felt like a fuzzy blanket encasing them. Maybe the nether air had something in it that wasn’t healthy for sticks to be in, much less breath or fuck in. But, again: King does what he has to to keep the piglins in check.

Chosen wrapped his arms around King’s neck when the taller one had taken his hands on his dick, playing around by rubbing it up and down. Chosen shimmied out of his own underpants eventually, not before taking a few starved bites out of King’s neck. He’d be punished for that, don’t worry.

“You’re small in more than one way? Pathetic, sad, truly,” King slid his hand up, though there wasn’t much room to slide. Whether that’s calling Chosen’s dick small or King’s hands’ big is up to the reader (more-so the commenter–shout outs to LoudRain) because I do not care since this fact will not change the overall plot of this chapter.

Chosen whined and King could see some tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, but in all honesty, he didn’t really care. Just doing what a king should do for his people. Serving.

King didn’t stall or even bother preparing Chosen–he just stuck his dick in. Chosen gasped, lightly smacking King with one of his hands. “You typically tell people when you’re about to penetrate them!”

Although he was under him, Chosen didn’t hesitate in beginning to move. At first, it only felt like he was getting comfortable, then he really started getting into it. He bounced and slid on King’s dick, moaning with pleasure every time he dropped to his base. He just seemed to get higher, reaching a point where he was basically screaming into King’s ear.

King sat up properly at some point, giving the trespasser adequate leverage to hold on to. He wasn’t sure about Chosen, but he could feel himself getting pretty close. He sat, stoic as usual, while letting Chosen do all the work. He wouldn’t call himself a mind reader, but he was pretty intuitive. He could see Chosen as the type who likes to take control… which probably explained why he felt so intimidated at first.

King reared back, falling on to his back on the bricks, giving Chosen the throne. A king serves his subjects and in return they serve him. He would serve Chosen a small amount of his control and Chosen would double his power in his kingdom. Plain and simple.

Chosen came first, spilling his cum all over King’s expensive robe. Rude, but whatever. A king serves his people. King came moments after, that being the only time he let out a small whimper.

“You–you have been served,” he said, but Chosen didn’t look tired or anything. He was sweaty, sure, but his eyes weren’t lagging and he wasn’t hunched like others would be. He wanted round two.

“Can I–ah–be served again? Uh,”

King took about a minute to catch his breath, “Go on, then, go for it,”

And he did. He really, really did. He had King stumbling over his own vocals, nearly begging Chosen himself to give him something he didn’t normally want. The worst part? King loved it, but he hated it. He hated the fact that he just allowed some no-good nobody onto his land and overshadow him as a king. He hated that Chosen had him wrapped in pleasure without doing anything to prove that he deserved the respect King was giving him.

It didn’t get uncomfortable until Chosen was out; laying next to each other on brick, out of breath and no longer horny. King really wanted to punch him, but a king serves his people and in return his people serve him. That’s just what happened, and now that it was over and King could feel his legs again, he told Chosen to shoo.

He obliged; in return his people serve him.