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| Etho and the Villies, Post 6th session Past Life, 2.5k words
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Details and warning: Foursome, Transmasc Grian, Transfem Pearl, Hair pulling, multiple orgasms, sorta dubcon(Etho like never gets to talk but he is given an out), death threats(Grian just threatened to kill Etho a bunch)
Grian was pissed, Etho could tell that much. Gem was almost just as angry, and Pearl seemed to just follow whatever they were feeling as well, though she clearly didn’t care as much. But Grian was pissed, and Etho could feel his eyes on his back as he dug out another section of the square hole as punishment.
Etho tried not to think about it too much. His little friends with benefits situation he had with the Villies might be coming to an end, just because of his sheer stupidity and boogyman blindness that seemed to take over his body. He really did enjoy it, his situation with the trio, as it was a good bit different than his deal with the rest of the cabin boys. While the cabin boys could be rough and ready at any moment, Etho’s relationship with the Villies was softer and some could say even sillier.
Etho tried to pretend he wasn’t at least a little turned on by this entire thing. He felt like prey being hunted by a predator. He ignored Grian’s staring, trying to hide his half hard bulge from the other man. He wasn’t exactly sure what Grian’s approach was, whether he was going to kill Etho or fuck him into the ground. Etho, and his growing hardness, really hoped it was the latter, especially if Gem and Pearl were also involved.
The two spent maybe all of 15 minutes before Etho heard Grian’s pickaxe stop swinging and no more stone breaking. He went to turn around to see what Grian’s plan was, before his shoulders were grabbed and his chest was slammed into the stone in front of him. Etho had to hold his head back from being slammed into the wall as well. Before a voice spoke, he felt a body, much smaller than his own, press into his back.
“This is not for you to enjoy, ok? You’re going to sit here, give me what I want, and not complain, got it?” Grian’s voice was dark, speaking roughly into Etho’s ear. “You fucked up, so now you’re going to make it up to me. For as long as I want.” Grian grabbed his shoulders again, turning him back around and now slamming his back into the stone and crashing their lips together. Etho was quick to assume position, closing his eyes and letting Grian take the lead, though not before pressing his thigh in between the smaller’s legs. Grian’s hips rolled forward as he bit on Etho’s lower lip, causing the taller to gasp. Grian took the open opportunity to shove his tongue into Etho’s mouth, asserting his dominance over the situation even further.
The two sloppily made out for a few minutes, hips bucking against each other, before Etho heard the wood of a nearby ladder creaking. As curious as he was, Etho didn’t dare pull back to look, mostly because he could assume who was approaching, but also because he was slightly scared of what Grian might do to him. Luckily, he didn’t need to wait long to confirm his suspicions, as Grian detached, panting.
“You are not to touch or ask for anything. You’re here for us, to make up for all the shit you pulled today, you hear?” Grian gave him a few seconds if he wanted to back out, or called a time out, or anything. Etho gave a small, but firm nod, not breaking eye contact. In an instant, Grian’s eyes turned dark again. He put his hands back onto Etho’s shoulders and Etho was ready for heated kissing, but instead was pulled away from the way and onto his knees instantly.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, ok?” Grian grabbed Etho’s hair and yanked back to force Etho to look him in the eyes. “You’re going to suck me off, without touching yourself, or I’ll kill you. Then, it’s all three of us at once,” Grian gestured to Gem and Pearl standing behind him, looking very interested in the scene in front of them. “And if you so much as one sound, it’s over for you. This is not about you. I don’t care if you cum, I don’t care if you don’t. You’re here for us to use.”
With that, Grian shoved Etho away from him slightly, before moving to unzip his pants and take them off. Etho, thanks to color of Grian’s underwear, could see a clear dark, wet patch outlining Grian’s arousal. A second later, Grian’s underwear followed his pants, revealing his needy hole, clenching slightly.
Once again, Grian roughly grabbed Etho’s hair, pulling him forward into his crotch. Grian made no moves to make it easier for the other man, instead leaving Etho to worm his tongue down and into Grian’s hole, finding his clit.
Etho licked a long, broad stripe up Grian’s hole, ending it by circling the tip of his tongue around Grian’s rock hard clit. Grian doubled over slightly, balling his hands in Etho’s hair, letting out breathy moans.
Etho continued to eagerly lap at Grian's leaking hole, using the whole of his tongue to lick around Grian’s hole and focusing the tip of his tongue on his clit. Etho pulled back slightly to take a deep breath, his eyes catching on Gem and Pearl, caught in their own world, hips pressed against each other and lips locked tightly.
Etho dove back in, lapping up the slick leaking from Grian, now switching to shoving his tongue up into Grian’s loosened hole.
“Ohhh, yeah, keep going, almost there, oh,” Grain’s eyes were screwed shut, pulling sharply on Etho’s hair. Grian humped his mouth for a few more minutes before freezing up slightly, but pulling Etho closer. Etho continued licking around grains hole, sucking up the slick gushing out of Grian’s pussy, before Grian pushed him away, panting.
“Take off your clothes and get on your back.” Grian spat at him. He looked back at Gem and Pearl, who were now pulled away from each other. Grian motioned for the both of them to take off their clothes before removing the rest of his own. A small pile of various armor, pants, and shirts formed towards the wall next to them.
“I’m going to ride you, Gem’s taking your mouth, and Pearl’s going in your ass, and you’re going to take it without a single complaint, or I’m going to kill you.” Grian made a point to end every command with a reminder that this is supposed to be a punishment, that he could take Etho down to yellow at any moment.
The next few moments happened in a blur to Etho, with the trio taking their position on all sides of him. His entire view was obstructed by Gem’s glistening pussy lowering down onto his face. Etho caught a glimpse of Gem’s proud smirk before closing his eyes, taking inventory of his entire body.
Pearl shoved two fingers into Etho’s unprepped asshole without warning, clearly wanting to get her main event started as soon as possible. Etho got lost in the feeling of Pearl pumping her fingers in and out of him and the radiating warmth of Gem’s own arousal before he was quickly snapped back to reality by Grian’s searing heat hovering over his hard cock.
Instead of immediately dropping down like Etho expected, Grian let just the tip of Etho’s dick enter him, letting out a soft moan. Etho then felt the blunt tip of Pearl’s cock breach his own asshole, also not entering him the entire way.
“Ready?” Grian asked, and though Etho couldn’t see who he might’ve been looking to when he said that, he could assume it wasn’t aimed towards him. There must’ve been some sort of nonverbal signal, because in an instant, Grian relaxed his thighs, dropping down entirely onto Etho, and Pearl snapped her hips forward sharply, burying her cock deep into Etho’s ass.
The combined stimulation, coupled with the delicious smell of Gem’s dripping pussy directly above his nose and mouth sent Etho into overdrive, cumming instantly into Grian’s hot cunt. That didn’t deter any of the trio, however, as Grian started to ride Etho’s overstimulated cock that never actually softened following his orgasm.
Pearl was thrusting into Etho in a pattern to match Grian’s movements. Whenever Grian lifted himself off of Etho, Pearl would thrust deep into Etho, and whenever Pearl would pull away, Grian would slam himself back down onto Etho's cock. Gem, however, was not moving, instead pulling Etho’s hair, similarly to how Grian did early, right into her warm hole.
“Etho,” Grian said sharply, “if you don’t get your head out of your ass right now, I’m going to kill you.” That woke Etho up slightly, enough to recognize that Gem didn’t expect to put any effort into her pleasure, instead expecting Etho to do all the work.
Etho, with renewed vigor, licked up into Gem, widening his tongue as much as possible to open up Gem’s folds and like a broad stripe on her pussy. Like he did with Grian, he switched between large, lapping strokes with his tongue, small kitten licks to her clit, and spearing his tongue up into her hole.
Meanwhile, Grian is riding Etho’s cock like he needs it to live, lifting himself to the very tip before relaxing his thighs, letting gravity slam him back down. His movements are getting sloppier the closer he gets to a second orgasm, his head thrown back and his open mouth moans bouncing off the wide walls of the square hole. If someone were to talk by the Villie’s tower right now, they would definitely be able to hear what was happening below them.
Grian braces himself on Etho’s chest, both hands pressing hand onto Etho’s pecs. There are tears in Grian’s eyes as he rides Etho’s cock as fast as he can. The amount of slick is definitely helping the speed at which he is sliding up and down on Etho. Grian doesn’t last much longer until he seizes up, about halfway down Etho’s cock, hole spasming and gushing more slick before he drops down the rest of the way, panting, but never moving off Etho’s cock.
Behind him, Pearl set a rough pace into Etho’s asshole, aiming for something inside of him. It only took a few thrusts for Pearl to find his prostate, causing Etho to cum up into Grian’s still clenching hole. He let out a deep moan, right up into Gem’s pussy, causing the pit of arousal in her belly to snap.
Gem collapsed forward, bracing her self on her elbows set on either side of Etho’s face, as she lifted her twitching hips, breathing heavily as her pussy gushed fluid right into Etho’s mouth and nose. He continued to lap at Gem’s dripping hole until she lifted her hips high enough he wasn’t able to reach.
“Switch?” Gem looked back at Grian, who had come down from his second orgasm of the night. Clearly, from the smirk he was wearing, it wouldn’t be his last. Grian pulled himself fully off of Etho’s cock, letting out a small breath at the feeling. Gem then stood up fully, assuming the position Grian was in moments before, and Grian doing the same, facing Gem this time instead of having is his back to her, like she did to him.
Pearl continued to plow into Etho’s ass like her life depended on it. Just as Gem lowered herself carefully onto Etho’s already hard again cock, one hand on his chest and one hand holding Grian’s, Pearl’s thrusts became slightly erratic, giving a few last hard snaps of her hips, burying her cock deep into Etho’s ass, filling him up, but making no move to pull off.
Etho moaned loudly, his body a live wire as Pearl’s orgasm triggered another one of his own, cumming inside Gem’s leaking pussy before she had a moment to move. When he didn’t immediately feel Gem lift off his cock to drop down again, he opened his eyes, letting out another gasping moan as he saw Grian and Gem making out above him, their lips tightly locked, Grian feeling up on Gem’s tits and Gem rubbing on Grian’s nipples.
Pearl caught Etho’s gaze, giving him a small sympathetic smile before she started to move her hips again, her cock having twitched back to life at the sight of the pair in front of her, much like Etho’s has.
His body seemed to react on it’s own, as Etho’s hips snapped up slightly into Gem’s cum filled hole as Pearl rocked into Etho, though not as rough as last time. Gem startled slightly, breathing out a high moan into Grian’s mouth, lifting her hips to begin riding Etho.
Grian fully sat himself on the lower half of Etho’s face before he dove right in, lapping up the evidence of Grian’s prior orgasm, as well as taking his own pleasure deep inside of Grian. Etho speared his tongue into Grian’s hole, scooping out what he could of his own cum.
Gem and Grian continued to roughly make out, feeling each other up as their orgasms grew closer. Pearl was the first to snap. For how long her first orgasm took to approach, the second one was waiting impatiently right behind it. Just like before, she snapped her hips sharply, cumming deep against Etho’s prostate, setting him off as well.
Etho bucked his hips as well as he could up into Gem’s awaiting pussy, causing her to come once more again, gushing against his hips, darkening to stone underneath them with her fluid. Etho, as spent as he was after countless orgasm, continued spearing his tongue into Grian’s pulsing cunt, wanting to make him cum as fast as possible.
It didn’t take long for Grian to start riding Etho’s face as encouragement for his own final orgasm. It only took a few more targeted swipes of Etho’s tongue to his clit for Grian to shout out a final time, slick gushing from his own spent hole.
Etho lay there panting, covered in a variety of bodily fluids, though many not his own. He kept his eyes shut, but listened carefully as the Villies gathered their things and made their way slowly back up the square hole, though not before taking probably hundreds of pictures of Etho’s limp body in every angle possible.
Etho told himself he would lay there for just a few more minutes before getting himself up and back to the cabin, closing his eyes and taking a deep, slightly shuddering breath. Next time he opened his eyes, he was in his own bed in the cabin, still dirty and still very naked, but tucked carefully into his bed. He doesn’t even want to think about who might've found him, so he just closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Hello friends I have realized that I can actually post my silly ideas on this blog XD
So to kick things off, a bit of piss kink Pearlo anyone?
Imagine after each Life Series, there's a party to celebrate the winner~
It's a bit of a time to de-stress, to reconnect with your former enemies and apologize to the people you killed
So it's the Double Life party to celebrate Pearl's win, and Pearl has pretty much made up with Cleo by this point but Cleo still feels apologetic, so she puts her seamstress skills to work and makes Pearl a beautiful dress. It's a bit More than Pearl usually goes for, more frills and layers, a bit of a leotard thing, maybe even a corset? But it's so soft and beautiful and it fits her so well, so she puts it on and lets Cleo do up all the zippers and buttons for her.
And then they go out and party, and everyone's swarming around Pearl, chatting and inviting her to dances and handing her water and champagne and the many other beverages they've got. After a while of this, all the drinks catch up to Pearl and she needs to pee, so she excuses herself and heads to the restroom. Only to realize...
How does she get the dress off?
A lot of the buttons and zippers are in the back, angled right where she can't exactly reach. When she tries to just lift the dress up to go that way, the bottom of the leotard stops her from going that way without ruining the dress, and she can't ruin Cleo's nice handiwork!
So she leaves the restroom to go find Cleo.
But when she gets back, she's bombarded again, other lifers wanting to dance with her or chat, offering more drinks that she's too embarrassed to refuse even as the little twinges of her bladder get stronger and stronger
But throughout it all, she can't find Cleo anywhere. So she ends up turning to other hermits, pulling them aside to ask for help, but none of them can really figure out how to actually work the dress, struggling to actually get her out of it
And some of the lifers are embarrassed as she is about it, but others take the chance to mess with her.
Scar decides the best way to figure it out is to look at it from over her shoulder, pressing his body to hers, and coincidentally pushing his leg into her abdomen, causing her to try and stifle a whine.
I think Skizz actually does get the dress off of her partly. He pulls her aside, and actually unzips the top half of the dress, and slips the sleeves down to her elbows.
And just as she's about to cry in relief, he grabs her waist and tells her that he should get a reward for helping her. He loops his hands around her waist and dips into her dress, one hand coming to circle her clit while the other is palming her bladder, cupping the noticable bulge as she sobs. He gets her right to the edge of climax and tells her that if she pisses herself in the dress right now he'll let her cum.
Of course she doesn't want to ruin her pretty dress, so she refuses, begging Skizz not to let her cum. So Skizz is like 'well okay then' and pulls his hands away, and zips the dress back up before Pearl can stop him, leaving her swollen with pee and incredibly horny.
And when Pearl begs him to let her pee, he gives him a bit glass of water, and tells her if she drinks it all than maybe he'll consider letting her out.
Pearl refuses at first, but the more times people fail she starts sipping on it out of desperation, in the vain hope Skizz might have some trick or something to get it off.
More people offer drinks, offer dances, and as time goes on they get pushier, insisting even as she starts to refuse. Grian tells her to beg and then decides she doesn't need to go badly enough. Tango tries to give her a 'massage' to 'get rid of the ache', until she manages to slip out of his grasp and flee.
Seeing how desperate she is, not even able to hide it anymore, Martyn pulls her aside and tells her that if she sucks him off he'll unlock it for her, and she drops into a kneel right then and there and pulls him out of his pants. When he cums, he pushes into her mouth until she gags on it, making sure she swallows every drop.
And then he laughs at her, zips his pants up, and leaves her on the floor without fulfilling his end of the bargain.
At some point, she ends up surrounded, almost too desperate to think, clutching her pussy through the dress and squeezing her legs together while people tell her how beautiful she is, how pretty she sounds when she's desperate like this. And Cleo appears right as someone presses on Pearl's bladder and the dam breaks, and she pisses all over her nice dress.
There's enough layers to the dress that all they can really see is Pearl's relief, but Cleo decides that's not enough and flips her dress up so everyone can see the growing stain on her leotard, and the few droplets dripping down her thighs.
But of course, that doesn't mean they're done! Pearl just looks so beautiful, all messy and crying, none of them can resist getting the dress off of her and showing her just how much they appreciated her little show~
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The Etho/Villies breakup this episode was wild. I half expected him to drop to his knees and offer to suck Grian's dick or something, he was that desperate and pathetic. The villies should gangbang him as punishment/repayment and then kick him out to stumble home pantsless and shivering I think
The Etho/Villies breakup this episode was wild. I half expected him to drop to his knees and offer to suck Grian's dick or something, he was that desperate and pathetic. The villies should gangbang him as punishment/repayment and then kick him out to stumble home pantsless and shivering I think
like im not gonna say gem is treating etho badly or anything because i'd do the same if i was in her position but my godddd the way gem talks to her enables sooooooooo much of this shit its unbelievable. we know etho is a :3c kinda girl and gem LOVES to present herself as Above It All so she can scold people.
this leads to a neverending cycle of like. etho says something weird -> gem goes "etho you're so weirdddddd" -> etho either doubles down and affirms whatever she said (typically knowing that she's Being Weird) or goes "oh what really? that's weird? i didnt know that was weird" -> gem goes "etho you're so WEIRDDDDD" -> etho either doubles down and affirms whatever she said (typically knowing she's Being Weird) or
needs to be about etho slowly going down on gem but being a bad dog about it, like when your dog got into the pantry and ripped a bag of flour and gems mad and shes actually mad but ethos so sowwry and pathetic she cant tell her to fuck off completely and etho rolling on the ground, showing her tummy, and maybe grabbing her leg and slowly slowy climbing on her while gem tells her shes weird and weird and being weird and ethos just like oh? like this??? *humping her leg in apology* and she flicks her head and says yes and etho goes how bout this? and starts licking the thigh of her overall and gems not reciprocating bc its their game and etho tries to make her cum before she remembers why she was angryy
let me open up your eyes to a concept: monsterboy tdick. Monsterboys who’s tdicks get large enough that they can’t hide their boners anymore and have to awkwardly excuse themselves to adjust them. Monsterboys who develop ridges on their tdicks that get larger the harder they are. Monsterboys who get knots unexpectedly, swelling and stretching your mouth and apologizing because he didn’t know that would happen.
a very very late permit office commission for @goldheartcrows mostly based on this fanart by @tellaerosan !! <3
Grian hated working at the permit office on a good day. The space was dark and uncomfortable (even though it was built that way intentionally, it still served to make him feel awful), the permits were boring at best and outright horrible at worst (even if entertaining sometimes, to make his friends — Scar — jump through hoops for them), his uniform was stifling and uncomfortable, the list went on. All in all, Grian was decidedly not a fan.
He would take all of that in comparison to the absolute torture he was currently facing.
The stifling uniform now felt outright suffocating; he was sweating and basically panting by this point, his entire face red and flushed from desperation. His ear wings, fluffed and drooping (his normal wings were hidden by some code magic, otherwise they ruined the aesthetic of the uniform, and Grian was very committed to aesthetics), and he’s sure he overall looks like a mess — not that Joel seems to notice. He’s standing in front of the desk separating him from the two permit office employees, an eyebrow raised and a foot tapping impatiently as he waits for Grian to answer.
“Are you sitting on Scar’s lap?”
Grian’s brain had stuttered, the combination of trying to correctly fill out whatever form Joel wanted from him along with the desperation of Scar teasing him for void knows how long, rendering him unable to come up with a reply in time.
“C’mon Grian,” Scar murmured, leaning closer to him so his breath fanned across Grian’s ear and sensitive feathers. “Aren’t you gonna explain to Joel?” Grian barely bit back a whimper, Scar’s cock jolting inside him with every movement. He tried desperately to come up with an explanation but his brain continued to draw a blank.
“He’s- ah-h, it’s just a prank,” he manages to get out, biting his tongue to disallow any more whines to escape him. Joel’s eyebrow seems to raise impossibly higher.
“Seems like a bit of a weird prank, mate, but okay,” he says and Grian lets out a sigh of relief at the dismissal. He quickly finishes up the paperwork and hands it to the new hermit, wanting to get rid of him as quickly as possible.
Scar thrusts up into him and Grian doesn’t manage to bite back the whine that escapes him this time. Joel turns around from where he was almost at the exit, his eyes flashing with an evil knowing glint and Grian shrinks down as much as he can — as if the desk will hide him.
“Actually, Grian, I’ve just remembered I need something else. You see that stupid permit pledge book that Cub carries around everywhere, I’d like a copy cause I just love the permit office so much. It’s right behind you, you wouldn’t mind grabbing that for me, Grian, would you?” Joel taps his fingers impatiently on the desk, smiling widely at him.
Grian feels himself flush even more, mortified that Joel knows what’s happening, that he’s playing into it.
“C’mon, G, don’t you wanna be a good little employee?” Scar says loudly and although Grian can’t see it, he knows he has his signature smirk on.
Grian takes a breath and braces himself, trying to put on his usual customer service smile although he knows it’s strained. He slowly dismounts Scar’s cock, standing up on shaky legs, one hand tugging the front of his shirt down as much as possible to cover his own straining erection even though it’s too short to really do that good of a job.
He waddles over to the back as quickly as he can, trying to get this over with. He’s sure he looks ridiculous, ass bright red from the spanking he received right before this — Scar had made the executive decision that he had to be punished to learn how to be a better worker after one too many complaints from the other hermits (and also probably Grian pushing it a bit too far before giving Scar his own permit), which had led to his present situation. He grabs the stupid permit office pledge book and makes his way back to two smug smiles.
“Here you go,” he says, standing behind the desk and handing over the book to Joel.
“Aren’t you gonna sit back down?” Joel asks, a hungry look in his gaze.
Grian flicks his eyes between him and Scar nervously, trying to gauge what he can get away with in this moment. Scar’s expression says ‘not much’ so he cuts his losses and goes to sit back down on his lap again, one hand grabbing Scar’s dick and lining it up with his entrance. Scar’s arms are up behind his head in a leisurely pose, not helping stabilise Grian at all.
“Is that all?” Grian asks shakily after he’s sat securely again, feeling Scar’s cock throb inside his ass.
“Yeah that was all. Thanks guys, I'll be sure to leave a great review for the permit office now!” Joel’s sharp grin makes Grian blush as he finally leaves.
He breathes a sigh of relief as the glass door creaks closed.
“See, birdie?” Scar says, one finger teasing Grian’s dick, making him leak all over his shirt. “You can be so productive when you’re motivated.”
Grian is about to snark back, the need to cum mixed with the humiliation and the stinging of his asscheeks making him want to brat out, but before he can say anything the door opens again with the next hermit entering.
“Come in, come in!” Scar exclaims excitedly, making big welcoming gestures. “I see you all got the message in chat about a certain permit bird being willing to be cooperative today, huh?”
“Yup!” Pearl says cheerfully. Grian sighs.
This is going to be a long day.
After that, it had been nonstop. More hermits visited the permit office than ever before, news that a certain employee was ‘willing to cooperate’ plus the chance to freely tease and embarrass Grian spread like wildfire. And with every hermit, Scar had gotten progressively worse and more daring.
Gem was standing in front of them currently, perfectly innocent eyes blinking up at them with a touch-too-mischievous smile decorating her face. Grian was trying his best to listen to whatever she was saying, but Scar had taken to half thrusting up into him every time Grian got a train of thought together, making it violently dissipate. A whine escaped him after a particularly deep thrust and Gem paused, one eyebrow raising judgementally.
“I’m sorry, am I boring you?” she accuses, hands on her hips, staring him down.
Grian rushes to assure her that no, of course not, the permit office cares greatly for their client’s requests, but as soon as he opened his mouth, two fingers shoved their way inside. He choked and gagged slightly, surprised by the sudden intrusion, but Scar’s fingers felt familiar in his mouth, rubbing down on his tongue, and he couldn’t help but instinctively relax. And then Scar was talking and Grian tensed up again with the reminder that they were in public, humiliation making his dick leak and face flush.
“Not to worry, Gem, I think I know just what our little office birdie’s problem is! Nothing to do with your charming face,” he assures her.
“Uh huh.” Gem still sounded unimpressed, tapping her foot impatiently.
“See, he’s been here for hours at this point, Gem. Such a hard worker he is,” Scar continues, patting Grian’s head with his free hand condescendingly. “I think he just needs some.. assistance, to help refocus him and not hold up the cue. And I know just what the problem is!”
Scar pulls him off his dick and takes his fingers out of his mouth at the same time, crudely wiping them on Grian’s shirt. He manhandles him into position, bent over the desk, with his ass facing the room full of people, and Grian flushes even more at the demeaning treatment.
“I think his cute little butt is sore!” Scar exclaims excitedly, petting Grian’s hair from where he’s standing behind the desk. “And I’m sure you’d love to help with that, wouldn’t you Gem? Perhaps the rest of the cue as well? Give them a little treat — on us — for waiting for so long.”
Grian is already floaty, his desperation to cum and the public humiliation making his head fill with static, but the first spank on his bare ass makes pleasure spark in him. He moans loudly, dick trapped against the hard wooden surface and his stomach, more painful than pleasurable but his brain has its wires crossed — now more than ever.
The next however long passes by in a blur. Grian is floating somewhere above his body, pain and pleasure and humiliation mixing in a delicious cocktail that sends him well into subspace. He knows Gem spanked his ass, and a few other hermits too — though who exactly it was evades him — and someone dribbled fresh lube in his used hole, Scar citing that as part of the reason why “his butt was sore”.
When Grian comes back to himself a bit, he is seated on Scar’s dick in his familiar chair and there’s a delicious warmth wrapped around his own cock. He moans and mumbles something incoherent, arching a bit into the delicious heat. Strong hands grab his hips and stop him though, making him whine as he opens his fuzzy eyes.
“Back with us, birdie?” Scar murmurs into his ear.
Grian hums noncommittally, trying to process the different sensations. The warmth around his dick constricts for a second and he realises dumbly that someone just swallowed around him. He looks down and bright blue eyes greet him underneath his desk, winking and smirking around Grian’s cock. Grian gasps as Skizz bobs his head just a tiny bit, before a hand wraps itself around the poe officer’s hair.
“Remember, Skizzly,” Scar threatens, sounding cheerful. “No sucking, only cockwarming! Don’t want to give our little bird here the wrong idea.”
Skizz pulls off with a loud pop! making Grian cry out.
“Sir, yes Sir!” he says playfully, winking again, before taking Grian back into his mouth.
Grian floats along a bit more, lost in the complete loss of control. He has no say over his situation, he’s just there to be useful, to warm Scar’s cock and to assist any hermits that require it. Skizz stays on his knees for a bit, occasionally playing with Grian’s dick with his tongue, but mostly just staying there to be a constant heat around him, fueling the desperation in his gut. No one bothers them for a while which Grian is grateful for — most of the hermits must’ve gotten it out of their system by now. As soon as he has that thought, he hears the telltale sign of the glass door opening, and he tenses, ass clenching around Scar’s dick.
Hope fills his chest when he realises who it is, though — Grian’s shining light, his only hope to escape this torture, comes in the form of Cub. He hopes that Cub is about to admonish them all for not doing any work, maybe send Scar and Skizz to a mission and finally leave Grian alone so he can cum in peace. That pipe dream dies when Cub smirks evilly, looking a bit too much like his fellow vex, full of mischievous energy, and Grian slumps over the desk with a sob.
“I think the birdie is being a bit too loud, don’t you think, Scar?” Cub says, that mischievous edge still in his voice.
“Yes!” Scar nods eagerly. “What do you suggest my dear Cub?”
“You should probably gag him somehow. Maybe with his own tie or make him hold his shirt between his teeth so he can’t hide and you have more access to him as well,” he suggests.
Scar follows the instructions enthusiastically, gagging Grian with his own shirt. His other hand comes up to play with his now exposed nipples, twisting and turning and pinching them. Grian’s whimpers through the fabric of his button down go ignored.
“I’ve heard many good things about the permit office today guys, many good things. I’m so proud of my employees being productive for the first time,” Cub muses out loud, sounding mildly enthusiastic which, for him, means he’s over the moon.
Scar and Skizz thank him and Grian only whines needily. Cub goes up to his office humming a little tune. It took a while but it seemed like they’d finally found the proper way to motivate every employee and satisfy all the hermits.
As the craziness from the week wound down, and Bdubs and Scar were easing themselves out of the hot tub, Scott found Etho staring him down, somewhat like a predator hunting its prey. His set jaw and strong look from between his brows sent nothing short of a shiver down Scott’s spine and more warmth than the hot tub provided down to his crotch.
“You guys coming?” Scar called back as he opened the cabin door, tucking the corner of his town in, as to not flash the rest of the server.
“I think we’re gonna stay here a little longer,” Etho’s voice was dark as he spoke, eyeing Scott up and down. “Wind down after everything.” He sealed off the sentence with a wink towards Scott when the other two weren’t looking.
“Yeah,” Bdubs grumbled. “Everything you caused, you freaking crazy you.” With that, the door was slammed closed, leaving Etho and Scott alone.
Scott moved slowly, gliding through the shallow surface of the hot tub over the other, plopping himself into his thinly clothed lap.
“So, what sort of winding down did you have in mind, hmm, big guy?” Scott slid his arms around Etho’s neck feeling up the warmth growing there despite the blonds calm exterior. “You must’ve been so stressed trying to get that octo-kill, you need to get all that extra tension out, huh?” He emphasized the last part of the sentence with a sharp ground between their groins.
“I’m sure you’d love to help me, though I’m not sure your tiny little cock could be much help at all, it’s so small.” Etho smirked, bringing his hands up Scott’s sides, brushing his thumbs across his nipples, watching them peak. In the short amount of time the two had spent together, they had gone over what each other liked and Etho was quick to pick up on how much Scott loved to let his confidence fade away during sex, finding a lot of pleasure in embarrassment and shame.
“N-no, it’s not, it’s not small I promise.”
“I cant even feel your little dicklet against me right now, and I bet you’re rock hard right now, with how easy you are.” Etho surged forward, pressing their lips forcibly together and rolling his hips up. Scott gasped out a moan, giving Etho access to slot his tongue into Scott’s mouth, further asserting his dominance against the smaller man.
“Mmm, Ethoo, mm, Etho, please,” Scott threw his head back, begging as Etho suckled along his jaw, down his neck.
“I need your words, pretty girl.” With those words, Scott let out a loud, open mouthed moan.
“Please, oh-ohhhh, Etho, oh my god, I need you to fuck me, hngg please.” Scott pleaded as Etho sucked into a sensitive spot on his neck. He was so caught up in the building pleasure across his whole body that he didn't notice Etho snaking his hands down below his thighs, under his ass, until he was hoisted up and flipped onto his back, right down against the edge of the hot tub. Etho gave a sharp, emphasized thrust against Scott's crotch, smirking with insult.
“Is your tiny little dick ready to be pounded into next update? Can I even call it a dick?” He grinned evilly, showing off his sharp canines. Etho quickly moves his hands from Scott’s sides to rip his swim shorts down, exposing his 2 inch, rock-hard penis, angry red and crying precum like a faucet. “Maybe I should be calling it your little clit. You’re so wet, just like a needy little girl would be, anyway.” He flicked Scott’s penis once before stepping out of his own swim shorts, his ready cock standing at attention.
“Nooooo, please, it-it’s not that small, it’s not, I promise, please fuck me Etho, ohhhh.” Scott whined, once again clasping his hands together behind Etho’s neck, pulling him forward to press their lips together. Etho quickly took over the situation again, forcing his tongue into Scott’s mouth and caressing along and down his entire body. Etho pulled back for a second, pulling a needy whine from Scott, before spitting across two off his fingers.
Etho captures Scott’s lips again, distracting him from the fingers prodding at his asshole. Etho slipped one in, swallowing Scott’s reactive moans as his slender finger broke through the ring of muscle.
“Your tiny little clit gonna cum just from a little fingering?” Etho teased, trailing kisses down Scott’s stomach and placing a gentle one to the weeping tip of his cock, pulling a cry from Scott and another bead of precum from his dick. “I’m gonna make you squirt before you get my cock, ok gorgeous?”
“Pleaseeee,” Scott begged eloquently, digging his hands into Etho’s hair, pressing him into his cock. Etho took the whole thing into his mouth easily, smirking to himself, unbeknownst to Scott. He didn’t even bob his head up and down, instead just swirling his tongue around the sensitive member, taking extra care at the line where the head starts.
With the hand that wasn’t stretching Scott out, now 2 fingers in, Etho played with Scott’s balls, rolling them like dice in his hand, pulling them, squeezing them, moreso treating them like a stressball than a part of his lover's body.
As Etho eased his third finger through the clenching asshole in front of him, Scott pulled his head down, babbling nonsense.
“Oh! Etho, oh my god, oh-ohhhh, Etho please, I’m sooo-oh, I’m so close, please, yes, please, please, please,” Scott kept pleading, Etho’s nose pressed hard into the hairy mound above Scott’s cock, tongue lapping at his penis, encouraging the other man to come down his throat. “Ohhhhh, Etho! I’m-oh! Yes! Please!” With his shouts, Scott’s small cock jumped in Etho’s mouth, releasing what would not be his last load of the night right onto Etho’s tongue.
Etho made a show of pulling off, keeping his tongue lolled out to show Scott the small puddle of white on his tongue, before making an exaggerated swallowing motion and licking his lips.
“So perfect, so pretty. My pretty girl, aren’t you? Ready for the main event? I sure am.” Etho thrusted his fingers into Scott a couple more times, watching as his dick kicked back to life, clearly ready to go. His own penis, which had been neglected the whole time was leaking a significant amount of precum, a string of is visibly meeting the hot tub’s water. Etho pulled his fingers out of Scott, before spitting into his palm and giving his own member a few tugs.
“Please Etho, please fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me,” Scott was back to babbling again, his pupils blown out. While the two of them had never talked about the whole “Daddy” thing, Etho found that he was nowhere near against it. In fact, he found his cock jumping at the sound of Scott moaning out the term.
“Yeah, baby? You want Daddy to fuck you? Daddy’s gonna fuck your pretty pink pussy so hard you cant even think.” Etho gripped the base of his cock and pressed the palm of his other hand on Scott’s stomach, slowly pressing the tip, holding his breath until it popped through the ring of muscle. Etho stopped there, running his hands up Scott’s torso, brushing up past his nipples and coming up to cup his face.
“Please, hng, please Daddy please more, I can-I-I can do it, Daddy, ohhh,” Scott moaned out, his eyes screwed shut and his head thrown back in pleasure.
“I got you, baby. You’re taking Daddy’s cock so well, pretty girl, just like that,” Etho kissed him lightly as he pushed himself in further, centimeter by centimeter. The next few minutes were slow, with Etho moving slowly into Scott at almost a snail's pace, kissing him softly, rolling his nipples between his pointer fingers and thumbs. No matter how tender the moment, Scott was getting impatient.
“Please, Daddy, faster, I need you,” Scott wrapped one of his dripping legs around Etho’s waist and back, trying to pull him closer and get his dick in him faster.
“Yeah baby? Dumb whore cant think of anything but Daddy’s fat cock? Too cock drunk to care about anything else? Slut.” Etho growled out the last work with a sharp thrust forward, slamming the last third of his cock deep into Scott’s ass instantly, catching him off guard. Scott’s back arched high off the hot tub’s edge and his hard cock shot out for the second time that night, dirtying the hot tub even further.
Etho didn’t wait for Scott to recover, instead setting a fast, rough pace, pulling all the way out every time and slamming back in, balls deep to meet Scott’s prostate.
“Are you enjoying Daddy’s cock, you stupid cock slut? There’s absolutely nothing better, is there, huh? Don't you dare even think of going to anyone else, you hear me?” Etho grabbed the longer top of Scott’s hair and pulled his head up to meet his eyes. “Do you hear me, slut?”
“Ye-yes, Daddy, ohhh, oh-, no one’s cock is as good as yours, Daddy, oh-Daddy, please, more.” Scott begged more, drooling slightly.
“Your little pussy isn’t going to want anyone but me after this. You’re so wet for Daddy right now, look at you, fucking whore,” Etho flicked Scott’s cock once more, causing Scott to climax again, for the third time of the night, right onto his stomach. “So good for me, baby. Your body reacts to Daddy so well. Such a pretty girl.”
Etho kept ramming his cock into Scott for what felt like hours, never paying attention to if the other man had cum or not, just plowing into him as heat radiated off the both of them.
“Oh, baby, you’re taking me so well, I’m going to cum right inside your pretty pink little pussy, yeah baby? I’m going to make you my good little breeding bitch, gonna fill you up with daddy’s babies, how does that sound?” Etho’s hips were stuttering slightly now, but his thrusts never lost their power.
“Yes! Oh-oh, please, Daddy, please I want your babies, Daddy, I need them, ohhhh,” Scott cried. Etho gave a few more deep thrusts, his foot now planted up onto the edge of the hot tub, reaching an angle they hadn’t gotten to before, before he grabbed Scott’s wait hard enough he was sure to leave bruises. He buried himself deep inside Scott’s as as his cock twitched, releasing his own heaving load inside Scott, as the latter came for the fourth time that night.
Etho collapsed onto his elbows, bracketed on either side of Scott, as to not crush him. They both breathed heavily for a few minutes, before opening their eyes, looking right at each other.
“Hey, baby,” Etho said softly, his voice a little gravely. He laid his head down on Scott’s chest, trying his best to avoid the small beads of cum littering it.
“Hey, handsome,” Scott replied with a small smile, carding his hands through Etho’s sweaty hair. “That was really good. You are really good.”
“Gee, thanks. That can’t be very comfortable on your back, let’s get up.” Etho pushed himself up from Scott’s chest, standing to find their discarded clothing from before. He then wrapped himself in a towel before grabbing another one for Scott, who had sat himself up. He reached his hands up to Etho, who helped hoist him up to his feet before wrapping the towel around him. Before Scott could object, Etho placed an arm along his back and one under his knees, scooping him up into his arms.
“Ooh a big, strong man is going to take me to bed?” Scott smirked, making fish lips at Etho until he ducked down to meet him in a soft kiss. Etho walked them back to the house, luckily not seen by anyone, as the sun had gone down and most people had turned in for the night. Etho held his breath as he kicked open the door to the house, not wanting to really explain their scandalous look to their teammates. Luckily, it seems as though both Bdubs and Scar had also turned in, though Etho was quick to go to his room nonetheless.
He laid Scott on the edge of the bed, before moving to retrieve some clean up supplies. They would shower in the morning, so they weren’t super worried about more than just getting the immediate bodily fluids off Scott as soon as possible.
Etho worked quickly, wiping both himself and the other man down before grabbing underwear and some clothes for the both of them. Now, both changed and somewhat clean, the pair snuggled up into Etho’s bed, with Scott laid on Etho’s chest and Etho’s arms wrapped around Scott’s shoulders.
“We should do that again sometime, yeah?” Scott looked up at Etho smiling, before placing a soft peck to his lips.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” Etho smiled back.
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