You read that right- the one in the interrogation room. Hector brings you down to show Sherman a good time. I cannot stress enough how this is not the living Sherman.
Anyways, Sherman runs his mouth, reader gets the weirdest sex of their life, and Hector gets hard about watching you two. Reader is fairly neutral, but gets referred to as “it”. Enjoy✨
When he brought you to the room, you wondered what was going on. Was he finally going to kill you, here in these back rooms of the hotel? Had he gotten tired of you?
But then he turned on the light. Nothing could have prepared you for the animatronic before you. You’d seen some of his work, of course, bits of corpses strung together, but this was… It was in rough shape. Stringy bits of its hair still hanging on to a pale scalp, a discolored skeletal face beneath it. This must have been one of his earliest creations… It hadn’t aged well. Somewhere, a fly buzzed about, no doubt drawn in by the faint smell of death still noticeable despite the body’s preservation.
The sound of Hector slapping the fly shook you from your dazed thoughts. You turned, watching him as he moved to a table across the room. You glanced to a large window in one of the walls. Suddenly you realized what the room was; an interrogation room. He must have moved the table before he brought you… This animatronic must usually be who was being interrogated. Hector clicked on a recorder before you could ask any questions. A cocky voice hummed from the speaker.
“What’ve you brought me today, Munday? A little treat to entice me to be a good boy?”
You looked at Hector, confused, but he was watching the animatronic. So, the voice was meant to be him… The voice laughed.
“You know that’s about the last thing I am, but I appreciate the gift. Hey dollface, call me Sherman.”
The animatronic before you creaks and whirrs as pistons shift to move its head and open its mouth. You stared as he spoke, trying to figure out just why you were here.
“Come a little closer, sweetheart, let me get a good look at ya.”
You thought about how that was the last thing you wanted to do—- until you heard the click of the recorder. You looked away from the horror before you to see Hector watching you, finger resting on the recorder’s buttons. He was waiting. He’d make sure Sherman had all the time he needed before he spoke again.
Swallowing hard, you hesitantly approached the animatronic. You knew this man was dead, had been dead for quite some time, but his talking to you had you on edge. You felt like he might grab you at any minute. Edging forward a bit at a time, you continued to glance at Hector, hoping your last step was good enough. When he just continued to stare, you’d take another step. Check. Step. Check. Step. You were so close now, any closer and you might as well climb in his lap.
The recorder clicked.
“Oh you are quite the little treat, ain’tcha? I’d like to carve up that pretty little face of yours… But somethin tells me ol’ Munday won’t take too kindly to that.”
You looked to Hector with a start. He wasn’t… Had he brought you back here to kill you after all? Sherman’s arm shifted, brushing against your side, drawing your attention back. You jumped, shifting away from the greyed, preserved hand.
“Well go on then, prove you’re worth keepin’ around. Get on out of these clothes and show me a good time!”
Show… him a good time? You looked once more to Hector. Surely this was… a joke… right? How were you supposed to show a corpse-turned-animatronic a good time? Hector offered no answers, simply moving to sit in a chair nearby. Suddenly, you understood.
Hector meant to watch you fuck this thing.
In the time you had been here, you knew the only reason he’d kept you around was that you played along with his games. When he wanted you, he had you, and if he’d wanted there to be some twisted act involved, you let him have his way. Hold you at knifepoint? That was fairly common. Chase you through the halls before fucking you against a wall? That was extremely hot. You had always gone along with his games because it kept you alive. Luckily, until now, it had also kept you turned on.
But this… Could you really fuck this corpse?
You slowly undressed, thoughts racing. How had he planned this? Where did he get the audio? Had he hired someone to record this?? And mostly- how were you supposed to do what he said? Your eyes trailer over the animatronic, down to between his legs. Sherman was hard.
You were ashamed to admit that curiosity got the better of you, as you leaned closer. How was he hard? Cautiously, you reached for his pants, working them open. Inside, you found your answer. There, strapped to his hips, over his own withered and rotting cock, was a dildo. Of course.
You felt your face go hot as you blushed at the thought of Hector setting this up. At the thought of him choosing this because he wanted to see you ride it. If nothing else, that did set your heart racing. He wanted to see you use this, wanted to see you work it into you.
You focused on that thought as you shifted into Sherman’s lap. You told yourself that he was just a mannequin, a sex doll, a tool for you to please Hector. You peered down between the two of you at the fake cock before you noticed something in his shirt pocket. You fished it out; lube. Maybe this Sherman person wasn’t so bad after all…
Flicking the cap open, you poured the liquid into your hand, reaching down to coat the toy. Behind you Hector clicked the recorder. Sherman started up again.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Don’t be shy…”
You took a moment, a deep breath, before looking up and directly at his face. How could you do this? You raised yourself up, shifting the head of the animatronic’s cock against you. You told yourself to just not think about it anymore. You were in some sort of relationship with a serial killer, what did any of this matter? You pressed down onto the artificial cock.
Sherman groaned just as you did, as if he could feel you working him into you. It was thick, and long, and you found yourself having to slowly work it in. Every time you’d shift up and then back down, you get a bit more of it in you. You moaned softly, you couldn’t deny it felt damn good.
“You like that, doll? Like the feel of my cock pressing into you?”
You whimpered, trying not to pay attention to Sherman. Let him run his mouth. You rocked your hips down again, this time sliding all the way down, settling into his lap. You took a moment to just breathe, adjusting to the feel of him inside you. Reaching out, you rested your hands on Sherman’s faded shirt. It was easier if you kept your attention there, gaze avoiding his nightmarish face.
Slowly, you began to ride him, finding a decent rhythm. You shifted and sighed, working the thick cock in and out of you. From the recorder, Sherman spoke.
“Yeah, that’s it… Fuckin’ tight, aren’t ya? Yeah… You’re so fuckin’ tight… This is a real fun little thing you’ve brought me, Munday.”
You blushed. You couldn’t help it. Your fingers tightened into his shirt as you began to ride him a little faster. It was just… big. There was so much cock in you. And it felt good. So good.
“You like this huh? Like being just stuffed full of my cock? Keep it up doll and I’ll stuff you full of somethin’ else. Fuck, you feel good.”
You gasped at the feeling of Sherman’s cock twitching inside of you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized Hector must have it rigged to do that, but that thought was distant and hazy. Instead, you moaned, the added realism of it only getting you more worked up. Turned on like this, it was easy for your thoughts to get away from you. You were fucking Sherman. You were making him feel good. And he had just said that he was gonna come in you.
You moaned again, bouncing on his cock, feeling it press so deep into you. You thought of Hector watching, and you turned to look at him. He had his own cock out, stroking it as he watched you ride this other man. Behind his mask, his eyes were dark; his mouth parted as his breath grew heavier. He was getting off on someone else using you.
Turning back to the animatronic, you looked to his arm. Carefully, you reached out, shifting his hand up and placing it on your chest, letting Sherman touch you. You arched into the touch, moaning Sherman’s name. Behind you, you could hear Hector gasp and groan.
“Look at your little pet, agent Munday. Stuffed full of my cock and practically begging for more. I bet it was just dying to get fucked proper. Bet you’re a shit lay, Munday.”
You moaned for Sherman, rolling your hips and driving him into you. Let him run his mouth, at this point you wanted this. You needed this. You squeezed around him as he shifted in you again, arching further against his touch.
“You must be shit in bed. After all, your little pet would rather fuck a dead guy than you.”
You whimpered, moaned, grinding yourself down on his cock. You… you couldn’t help it. He just felt too good. It had nothing to do with Hector; Sherman just felt so good.
Sherman’s other hand shifted closer against your side- something akin to holding onto you, you supposed. You leaned closer, head tipped down to avoid his face. There was something about this, something depraved and so beyond the realm of acceptable, but it turned you on. It was fucked up, so unbelievably fucked up, but you found yourself panting and begging all the same.
“You want me to fill you up doll? Want my cum in ya? Fucked real deep into ya and marking you as mine?”
You gasped, grinding down on him as you begged him for it. This was all too much, it was too good. You were so close, so sure you could get off just like this. Inside you, you felt Sherman twitch, heard him groan. Something warm spilled into you. Sherman came inside you.
You gasped at the realization, and it was just too much, grinding down hard against his cock as you also came. You cling to his shirt, shaking, panting. For once, Sherman seemed to have nothing to say.
You tried to stay like that for a moment, to catch your breath, but suddenly Hector’s hands were on you, hoisting you up and off of Sherman. You cried out at the feeling of having his cock pulled so roughly out of you, stumbling to your feet. Hector pulled you over to the table, sitting you on top of it before shoving you back to lay down. His breathing heavy, he leaned over you, shoving his own cock into the mess left behind by Sherman. He growled at the feeling, pressing as deep as he could. His hand came up to wrap around your throat, pinning you to the table.
He fucked you, fast and unrelenting, the force of it shaking you against the table. You groaned and cried out, trying to just relax and let him have it. He stared at you from behind his mask, eyes intense. The hand around your throat tightened.
You scrabbled at his arm, worried you might pass out, but it only seemed to make him fuck you harder. He gasped and panted, rocking into your body, fucking Sherman’s cum only that much deeper. It didn’t take him long to finish, driving deep into you with a growl as he spilled inside.
For a moment he stayed like that, panting, before letting you go and pulling out. You simply laid on the table, regaining your senses and trying to process what just happened. You were a little embarrassed to admit you liked it…
Reader pegs him then rides him. He’s got a real praise and sweet talk kink. Just, Hector being a real good boy for you. ✨
While adjusting straps and positioning, you look over the scene in front of you. You darling, darling dear, Hector, on his knees and forearms, practically shuddering in anticipation. He’s already hard, your sweet promises of what was to come made sure of that, but he waits patiently all the same. You’ve brought out your harness for him; long, thin dildo strapped to your hips. You’re going to ruin your dear quiet killer.
It’s something you’re sure of because you’ve done it before. You’re fairly sure he’d let you end every day like this if you asked. Dear little thing, so eager to please you. You reach out, smoothing a hand over his lower back.
“Are you going to be good for me, dear?”
The slightest, nearly imperceptible turn of his head is the only sign he’s heard you, followed by one short nod. That’s alright… He always takes a bit to warm up.
He stays quiet and reserved even as you help prepare him for your fun. Slicked fingers pressing into him, opening him up for you. He’s not as distant as he wants to believe though…There are little cracks in his facade. You can see them. The way he swallows hard, the way his breath comes quicker. He tightens around your fingers, lets out a quiet huffed breath, and you smirk knowing he wants more. Fine, you’ll give him more…
You pull your fingers from him, lube up the fun little toy strapped to you. Ask him if he wants your cock. There’s the sound of his breath catching. A proper nod this time. Good… good.
You ease into him slowly, giving him time to adjust. You know he’ll take it however you give it to him, but you’re not here for a rough time. At least not tonight. Tonight you want to watch him come undone under your gentle touch. Shudder from your soft words. You shift further into him and hum, hand brushing soothingly against his back.
“That’s it, Hector. You’re doing so good…”
You can see the way his finger splay against the sheets, know his stoicism won’t hold much longer. He feels good, and he wants to feel good. Wants to give in and enjoy himself. You want to help him do that. You press all the way into him, your hips pressing against his ass. You hum, pleased.
“Such a good boy, taking all of me like that. Every. Last. Inch.”
He’s panting softly beneath you, finger tips shifting against the sheets. Even if it’s not a real cock, you can still tell when he tenses around it. Pulls at you, wanting more. Wanting you to fuck him. You lean against him, roll your hips into him. He gasps softly.
This is what you’ve waited for. This is when you truly get to have fun with him. Placing your hands on his hips to steady yourself, you shift your hips back, roll them forward, rock into him. You repeat the action, find a rhythm, start to fuck him properly.
You watch him grip at the sheets, feel him shifting back to meet you. He raises a hand from the bed, but only slightly, immediately grabbing for the sheets once more. He wants to touch himself, but he knows he’s not allowed. His cock hangs heavy beneath him, dripping precum onto the bed. You grind into him and he grips the sheets harder, presses his face to the bed. You hear him groan.
“What’s that, baby?”
No answer. You lean into it, grind as deep as you can into him. You hear his muffled cries against the mattress.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart… Is my cock just too good?”
He raises his head to gasp, pressing back against you, demanding more. You grab firmly at his hips, half to keep him from pushing you over. Your sweet, needy boy…
He shifts as if to reach for himself, hand hesitating. You chastise him, and he places it back down. He’s breathing hard, hair falling into his face and sticking to the sweat on his forehead. You watch his fingers twisting desperately in the sheets. He turns his head, not quite looking at you.
“… …please…”
Hearing his voice sends a wave of arousal through you. He speaks so infrequently, and you love hearing him beg. You run a hand down over his thigh, close to his leaking cock but not touching. He shudders, gasps; you’re sure he could practically cry. You shake your head.
“You don’t need it, baby. I know you can come all by yourself. I know you can come just like this.”
You roll your hips, rock into him. He moans, pressing his head to the bed once more.
“You’re going to come for me just like this because I know you’re just such a good boy. And good boys get rewarded… Come for me and I’ll ride your needy little cock. I know how easy it is to get you all worked up for me again…”
He’s whining into the mattress, fists gripping the sheets. He pleads a bit more, but you know he won’t try to touch himself again. He wants this just as much as you do. Wants to come untouched. Wants to hear you praising him.
“That’s it… Come on sweetheart. I know you want it. You’re such a good boy for me. Show me how good I make you feel…”
He cries out as he comes, face buried against the bed. You fuck him through it, encouraging and praising him. You love seeing him like this, wrecked and panting on his bed.
You carefully pull out of him, discard your harness. Beneath it, you’re soaked. Fucking him is fun, but you want to feel him inside you. You crawl back into the bed.
He’s laying in his mess, still catching his breath. You lay down next to him, brushing his hair back up from where it’s plastered to his forehead.
“You were so good for me, I’m so proud of you. My darling Hector… My good boy.”
He watches your face, no doubt analyzing the truth of your words. That’s fine, you’d never lie to him. Taking his hand, you reach down, pressing his fingers between your legs.
“Feel how wet I am for you, how excited you made me.”
He presses one of his thick fingers into you with little trouble and you hum, pressing your hips further into his hand.
“I need you… Are you gonna make me feel good?”
He presses a second finger into you, curls them, rocks them against your g-spot. You moan his name, grinding against his hand. It’s good, so good, but you want him. You promised to ride him and, oh you absolutely intend to make good on that.
You place a hand on his arm, stopping him. Urge him to sit up instead. You climb into his lap, place your hand against his broad chest, grind down against his half-hard cock. You watch as he inspects his fingers, still wet with you, before putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. You moan, rocking down against him.
Soon his hands are on you, fingers grabbing at your ass to hold you close to him. You’re getting him worked up, you can feel him growing hard against you. You hum, reaching up to touch at his face.
“Such a good boy. Always so horny for me.”
His cock jerks against you. You smirk as you kiss at his jaw. He’s always such a little whore for you, so insatiable. He’d keep you in bed all day if you let him. You just might…
You shift up into your knees and reach for his cock, stroking it. It’s thick and weighty, and you practically drool at the thought of it inside you. Looking up at him, you grin.
“Want me to ride you sweetheart? Want me to make you feel good some more?”
He groans at your touch, finger tips digging into your skin. His cock is already leaking in your hands, dirty boy… His answer is short, but you love it all the same.
“… …yes… please…”
You lean forward to kiss him before lowering yourself back into his lap. There’s the faint taste of you still on his lips. By now you’re practically dripping for him, and his cock sinks into you with relative ease. You moan as you press down over him, hands gripping at his shoulders.
He always makes you feel so full. You roll your hips and feel how he presses at your insides. You squeeze at him, and Hector groans.
“Do you like that, darling? Like how tight you fit inside me? I’m so full of your cock…”
You tighten around him again, and his hands squeeze at your ass. He pulls you down against him, pressing his cock deeper. Naughty boy, always wanting more. You gasp, moan, grind against him.
“Baby you feel so good…”
You shift back, rock against him, roll your body as you fuck yourself on his cock. His eyes are intense as they watch you, even with his lips parted, even as his breathing quickens. At first it had been unusual, but you’ve come to love it. Knowing he’s watching you so closely, taking in every little whimper and moan that passes your lips, every flutter of your eyelids. Knowing that what he sees turns him on.
“Touch me, Hector… You’ve been so good, you deserve to play with me. Don’t you wanna touch me?”
He does want to touch you, and soon his hands are on your chest, his hands run down your body. One of his hands comes up to grab your chin, to pull you into a rough kiss. You whimper into it, still bouncing on his cock.
He’s getting too worked up now, not that it’s a bad thing. He’ll just be more rough with you now, but you like that too. You know what he is, know what he’s done. It’s a thrill knowing you toe such a deadly line with him. Knowing what he’s capable of.
You nip at his lip and he stares at you for too long of a moment. You clench around him, only more worked up by his gaze. Shifting, he flips the two of you over, looms over you as you find yourself on the bed.
He wraps a hand around your throat as he presses back into you. You whine and arch your back, soft pleading falling from your lips. He leans down, pressing your mouths together in bruising kisses as he fucks into you. His pace is fast and hard, chasing his own pleasure. You love it.
You place a hand on his arm, feel the muscles beneath his skin shifting as he adjusts his grip around your throat. His kisses leave you panting; you try to rock your hips to meet his. You reach down, free hand sliding between the two of you to touch yourself. You moan his name. It’s all so good…
He’s panting above you, intense gaze watching you, grunting softly with the force of his thrusts. It bounces you, even with his hand on your neck. You’re moaning, begging for him.
“Please… Hector… I need your cum in me… Please, darling…”
His grip on your throat tightens slightly and you scrabble at his hand. It’s not tight enough to harm you, but easily could be. He’s so very strong…
He rocks into you roughly, panting and groaning. He presses so deep, so very deep, and comes, cock twitching as he grinds into you. You gasp, the feeling of his cum filling you pushing you over the edge. You press back against him, fingers grabbing at the hand locked around your throat.
It takes him a few moments more to finally release his hold on you, moving his hand back onto the bed. The two of you stay like that for awhile, panting and catching your breath. Naturally, you’re the one to speak.
Reaching up, you cup his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks.
Shown here in bridle leather and copper solely because I’m in love with this set. They offer many other leather options and hardware on their site. I previously priced the set you see here around $300 in 2021. They are custom made to your measurements.
I can imagine Hector wanting restraints that are well made, long lasting, and look good. He seems to take a lot of pride in his appearance, and I can easily see that extending to what he puts you in. From time to time you might even be able to catch him waxing the leather and polishing the hardware.
Hector sitting you in his lap so he can wrap an arm around you and press his fingers into you while he works. Just absently playing with you, feeling your soft folds and how wet you get for him, all while plotting for the next group he plans to invite. If you get too worked up, start making too much noise, he just reminds you that he’s working. After all, you wouldn’t want to interrupt him while he’s working, would you?
