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A couple of survivors huddled near the window, watching as the scene in front of them unveils itself. Each one of them seems to have different expressions on their faces.
“They’re really going at it, huh?” Noob watches out the window, eyes wide at the scene in front of them. “We have cabins for a reason”, Elliot adds on, “Why don’t they just use those?”
“Are they really that drunk?” Shedletsky lets out a slight laugh, though clearly finding a discomfort to the situation.
An unknowing 007n7 walks into the cabin, trying to block out the crowd. It’s best not to interact with them anyway. He ends up buying a sandwich from the vending machine, though he keeps hearing comments from the others time to time. Curiosity ends up killing the cat and he ends up going towards the crowd with his sandwich.
“Er…”, 007n7 tries to think of words, “Whats going on here?”
Elliot was the only one to turn his head. “Oh, Seven. Uhh…” Elliot takes a brief pause to look back at the scene then back at 007n7. “It’s… uhhhh…” He ends up sighing and moving away so he could look.
Through the window, Chance is pinned down to the tree, his face smushed up against Guest’s in a messy kiss. Half of Chance’s clothes plus his fedora has been discarded on the muddy floor long ago, the only coverage for his thighs being Guest’s hands, which he’s using to hold him up.
The entire scene leaves 007n7 speechless, his throat being only being able to make weird noises of shock. Guest seems to look back, noticing the new addition to the crowd. Chance seems to as well, but his eyes quickly roll back with a thrust from Guest.
“They’ve been at it for a while now”, Noob adds on. “It’s really disturbing, but I can’t help but watch.”
“Yeah, well when was the last time you’ve seen Chance submit?” Elliot adds on.
“When have you seen Guest be this rude?” Noob snickers.
007n7 turns his head towards Noob now, “Are these really the same people?” The rest of the group nods.
“How does this even happen?” 007n7 looks back at the two having the time of their lives on the tree.
Elliot takes a new spot near 007n7 to watch, “Err… well…”
…
The survivors spawned back in their seats surrounding the dining table after their last round with John Doe. Elliot hung his head against the back of the chair while panting heavily, Builderman hung his head down low groaning, Two Time was praying to their spawn like always, but their voice was more breathy, and the rest were just the same, all tired from getting chased for a good 3 hours. Nevertheless, the table was filled with breathy pants and groans from all survivors that participated.
Builderman was the first one to break the silence, “Is everyone alright?” He looks around the table for a response.
“Could be better”, Shedletsky responded back with a heavy breath, “I’m glad no one died that round.”
Elliot tilts his head back up in worry, “Aww man, did everyone get injured this time?” This question made everyone else move their heads up to look around. Everyone seems to be covered in red stains, semi-corrupt wounds, and excess cloth from some survivor’s torn clothes. Nobody seemed to have made it out unscathed this round.
“Well”, Noob starts off, “Last time I checked my health I was at 37%.”
Taph signs the numbers twenty five, with Builderman repeating it out loud if anyone needed clarification.
Elliot swears under his breath, “Last time I checked, I used the last medkit here to patch back up 007n7 after getting injured by Slasher.”
“Oh, damnit…” Builderman groans into his hands, leaning back on the chair, “Just what we needed after that round.”
“Apologies if I’m wrong,” Two Time interjects, “but we could possibly combine all of our funds to buy ourselves plenty of medkits from the machines, no?”
“Yeah, but some of those funds are used for food too”, Shedletsky adds, “and last time I checked, our paycheck doesn’t pay us enough for both medkits and sufficient enough food.”
“Guys…” Chance says, eyes lighting up as he stares right across the survivors table. “I don’t think we need to worry about that…”
All the survivor’s eyes turn around to where Chance is looking. Medkits and various bottles of alcohol fill up the entire area of the table, with a note being left on one of the medkits. Guest brings out his hand to stop Chance from approaching the table, opting for himself to walk across to see the note. He reads it aloud, “‘Thanks for the 2 billion visits, guys! Heres some extra medkits and a few drinks to celebrate.’ …what? Anyone know what that’s supposed to mean?”
All of them look at Builderman. In response he just lets out a huff. “Why do y’all expect me to know everything?”
“Meaning or not, who cares? Free drinks!” Chance hops off his chair excitedly and grabs a bottle.
“I think what you mean is free medkits, Chance.” This earns a chuckle from the gambler. Builderman walks up to the table to grab a first aid kit, opening up to analyze it. It has everything needed, even a surgical needle and thread just in case of a nasty wound. These kits were honestly better than the ones they could buy from the vending machine. He then closes it and turns back to the rest of the survivors, “We should prioritize making sure everyone else is well enough to move.”
“And then we could drink?” Shedletsky bumps in, earning a sigh from Builderman.
“Maybe.”
The rest of the survivors cheered, some more excited than the others.
It took a while, but now most of the survivors were having fun drinking, especially Shedletsky, who almost ended up throwing up on one of the tables. Builderman had to drag him away from the scene in order to stop him from drinking. Sadly he would miss the start of the main event. Chance approached Guest with multiple bottles of whiskey he hoarded for this specific time. He slammed the bottles onto the table, wearing the same shit-eating grin on his face.
“You, me. Let’s see who can get themselves drunk the fastest.” Chance leans on the table. He’s already a few sips in, though it’s shown that the alcohol hasn’t gotten to him yet.
Guest looked at the man with intrigue, holding up his own glass in his hand. “You sure?” Guest barely drank anything so far, just a little sip from the red solo cup in his hand. he was honestly having fun watching everyone.
“Don’t play with me, Guesty. It’ll be fun.”
“Well I don’t know how well you can hold up your liquor and I’d rather not assume, but it seems to me you lost a pretty big amount of blood there.” His eyes move down to Chance’s shoulder, the sleeve of the suit slightly torn just enough to see the patch of bandages wrapped around. “I don’t want you overexerting yourself, Chance.”
Chance chuckles back in response, “Remind me how you got that scratch on your chest?” He points down to the bandages on Guest with a smug grin, a reminder of how he missed his block trying to protect Noob. “Seems like you lost a bit more than me. I guess you’re just too nervous to compete with me. My win streak stays.”This made Guest’s competitive spirit light up.
Guest wasn’t really one to play games like these, but just the idea of chipping down Chance’s pride, even just by a little bit, made him more inclined to play. “Oh, you’re on.” he moves his body to face Chance’s, now mirroring the same sly grin the other is wearing.
A simple drinking game, drink until the other passes out, whoever is left standing wins. Obviously this was a spectacle to the rest of the survivor. I mean Guest—a man who barely drank at all, but when he would it would take a truck to get him to get him drunk—vs someone like Chance—a guy who obviously surrounds himself with alcohol, to the point where if he was given an infinite fountain of it, it would be gone in a day. This was definitely going to be an event.
Elliot ended up pouring the drinks for them and keeping count. The rest of the survivors took sides on who they thought wouldn’t pass out first. They cheered on as they drank.
It started off as expected, Chance making snide remarks on how Guest looked a little tipsy already, while Guest calmly remarked back on how Chance was trying to mask how tired he truly was. However, as minutes passed and the two started to become more drunk, they started to become more touchy with each other.
Chance was full on leaning on Guest, giggling like a school girl while waving his drink. “You’re ten shades darker than when we first started,” Chance leaned in closer to Guest, basically pushing him off the chair with his cheek at this point, “Close to passing out, eh?”
Guest only pushed back, keeping a firm grip on Chance’s side. “Not even close, but you’re here leaning on me like I’m your crutch.” He took a sip out of his cup and dramatically puts it down on the table, the red on the outside of the cup matching with his face. His attention then moves back to Chance, “I wonder if you can even stand up.”
The crowd became silent, now feeling uncomfortable watching the interaction happening between the two sentinels. It’s been a long while of drinking, even Shedletsky had time to come back and watch. Elliot was visibly concerned, but he continued to fill both of their cups. They all just wanted to see how this would end at this point.
“Careful soldier,” Chance puts two fingers on Guest’s lips and moves his head away, “We have a crowd watching. You wouldn’t want to have all these eyes staring at you while you unravel, would you?”
“Well you seem like the type to enjoy this type of thing.” Guest takes one good look between Chance’s pants and smirks. It didn’t even seem like he was trying to hide his arousal—did he even know at all Nevertheless, it was obvious that Chance was turned on. Guest, locking eyes with Chance again, goes close to his ear and starts to whisper, “Isn’t this what you want? All eyes are on you, you fuckin’ slut.”
And that stuns Chance, stumbling back into his chair in a quick shock. Bad thing about alcohol is that it makes people more prone to showing emotion. You could see the visible fluster inside of chance, his mind working overtime trying to think of a comeback, because Guest was right. All the stares he was getting from just being all touchy with him, all the whispers he could hear about the two, all of it was going through his mind and landing right at his crotch. Not only that, but he couldn’t handle Guest laughing at him like that. It was so out of character for him to be making fun of someone, but the way he did it just made Chance want to be degraded even more.
Guest ends up laughing very loudly, holding his stomach and his head while he leans back on the chair. “Man! All this big talk, huh?”
Chance musters up some kind of comeback in his mushed out brain. “Well, howzabout you show me how big you are, huh?”
fuck.
The reply ended up making Guest laugh harder, rolling back into his chair almost making it fall. All of this laughter is making Chance even more turned on, his heavy breaths definitely noticeable by the rest of the crowd.
Chance awkwardly laughs with him, still trying to come back from his stumble, “What I meant to say was-“
“No I know what you meant, Chance.” Guest ends up leaning forward, hovering an inch away from Chance’s face. “I’d be glad to.”
In a flash, the two whisked away from the crowd, leaving the scent of alcohol and lust in the air. The room was filled with silence for a brief period, the chain of watching that god FORSAKEN scene ravel in front ofd their eyes be broken.
“…We’re following them, right?”
“Of course we’re following them.”
…
And here they are now, sloppily fucking each other while a crowd watches them through the window. The wet sounds echo through the forest, singing in harmony with the noises coming out of Chance’s mouth. The scene was just as intriguing as the two’s drinking game, and equally as disturbing. It’s almost uncanny.
“Look at that, Chance. another one came in to say hi.” Guest looks behind him, staring right at the window pane where the wide-eyed 007n7 is at.
Chance tries to cop a view of the newcomer, but immediately his eyes start to roll back from another one of Guest’s harsh thrusts, feeling the burning, yet oh so beautiful pain of Guest’s cock inside of him. Shit, now another person knows about this. Though as much as he knows how badly this is going to haunt him, Chance doesn’t mind one bit; It only adds to the pleasure of it all. The center of it all, the talk of the town (cabin in this case), why wouldn’t he love all the attention? The main focus of tonight was just him and the guy fucking him senseless, and that made him smile.
Guest has turned his attention back to the person in his arms, the gambler who’s looking up at him with a smile so sloppy, one could mistake him for just a dumb dog. “And of course you’re excited about that,” he slows down and stops his pace for a second so Chance could really take in the words he’s saying, “all you care about is putting up a show. How much of a whore are you?”
A loud moan ripples out of Chance as the pace returns. He tugs at the other’s bandages, bringing Guest closer to his body. The chorus of skin-to-skin, followed by the grunts of Guest and the mewls of Chance, with the teary-eyed gambler singing at a higher octave than before. He can’t help but moan the other man’s name out in a lust filled trance. “Guest… please- fuck! Keep going!”
“And now you’re begging”, Guest lets out a quick laugh behind Chance’s ear, “What happened to that daring personality of yours? Don’t tell me I fucked that out of you.”
He moves his face deeper into Chance’s neck, slurring his words as he continues, “I could get used to this though, using you like you’re my personal toy. Fucking this plump ass until you can barely walk. Though I know that’s not what you want.” Guest tightens his grip on the other’s thighs, angling it higher to the point where they’re barely hanging over his shoulder, his cock getting buried deeper inside of Chance. “No… It’s unlike you to only want one person’s undivided attention. You need everyone to be on this. How… selfish-!”
He emphasizes the last word with one strong thrust and a grunt, with Chance shuddering in pain as a final note. They both use this time to catch their breaths, staring at each other with cloudy, lust-filled minds. Sweat trickles down both their faces, heat radiating from the two, ignoring the cold of the forest outside.
“…keep going.” Chance begs out from a shuddered breath.
A scoff comes out of Guest, “What?”
“Please…” He slurs out, glasses about to drop from his head.
“Chill out,” Guest tries to push back up the other’s glasses, “I know you’re that desperate, but-“
“Make me cum already, Guest! Please!” Chance’s eyes are filled with lust, tears rolling down his eyes as he whines at Guest pathetically. “I need this—I need you! I need your cum inside of me, Guest. Use me however you want, I don’t care! Just finish the job!”
The man is stunned for a second. Wow, he really did fuck Chance senseless, this was all his doing. He felt proud. “Alright then, don’t have to yell at me twice.”
And so Guest obliged to Chance’s request, readjusting his grip so one of his arms is supporting Chance’s back before going right back at it. Chance yelps out a quick, “Fuck- yes!”, as the burn inside of him returns. His insides were tightening around Guest, the only thing helping him move back in and out being Chance’s spit that was applied at the start of it.
“Well,” Guest says between thrusts, “How does it sound? Being my personal sex doll?” Chance could only nod, his mouth being rendered useless with the only noises able to come out being curses and whimpers. Guest proceeds to laugh, “Why did I ask in the first place? Only a little bitch-boy like you would comply to a request like that.”
He holds the other closer, nearing his release. His thrusts—sloppy enough—only grow harsher, losing his focus and moving senselessly deeper into Chance.
“Shit-!”, Chance moans out again, trying to form a proper sentence. All that comes out are slurred out mumbles, whining endlessly about the need to cum and how he needs Guest to cum inside of him. His glasses end up fully falling off, truly showing off how glossy Chance’s eyes are from the tears rolling down his face. Some end up landing on the tip of his tongue, open wide with bits of drool dripping down.
“That’s it, be a good bitch and cum for me already”, Guest moves back to Chance’s ear, whispering the line to him which finally sets him off.
His voice becomes louder with the orgasm, overpowering the slowing wet sounds of Guest and Chance’s bodies colliding. The tightening of Chance’s hole lead to Guest following along a few seconds after, pumping his dick a few more times before blowing his final load into him.
The two look in two different directions, with Guest lowering the both of them down so they’re sitting down on the dirt. Both try to stabilize their breaths, eyes droopy and just about to close…
…
“…THEY PASSED OUT ON THE DIRT??” 007n7 yells out.
Elliot groans, coving his face, “That’s so unsanitary…”
“You would think one of them would have sobered up while doing this… bonding activity”, Two Time inputs their own thoughts.
“Wait, who passed out first though?”
“I think… Chance did?”
“HA! Elliot, you owe me a soda.”
“DAMNIT.”
