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It wasn’t even a particularly horrific shift. Sure, it hadn’t been great. Flambae accidentally singed his foot, Sonar had screamed a little too close to his ear, Prism sent a beam that refracted back at him through his own water stream. Sure, his eyes were straining, and his hearing was muffled, muscles sore, and feet hurting. But Herman knew it was worth it; in a million lifetimes, he’d still choose this one. He was doing good, like the real kind of good that made a difference.
Fuck, he was a real certified hero. Five months into the job, and it was treating him well. All the cardio and exercise he had to do daily, and the ‘Phenomaman Phenomenal Protein Powder for Heroes’ available in the Rec room had seemed to actually bulk him up a little. He wasn’t a buff Adonis by any means, but he had visible muscle now (which Granny always seemed to comment on- feeding his ego). He had even gotten a new suit to account for his slight gains. God, it made him look like a real superhero - just like the ones on his bedroom walls. Things were really, really good.
Hell, he would take much worse shit from his job before he ever regretted it. He had even been daydreaming about it that morning, about how out of all possible outcomes, this was probably the best yet.
That’s why it came as no surprise when his luck ran out, 5 minutes left on the clock until the end of his shift. Robert’s voice grew slow and tired in his ear, his teammates growing restless and starting to shift from side to side whenever they had to stand too long. It was hard to be active this long; no matter how long he had done this job, the last hour always seemed to do him in.
Now it was just him and Golem, cleaning up what had been rung through as a ‘suspicious chemical spill’. They weren’t a hazmat team by any standard, but this wasn’t the first weird puddle they had dealt with. It was so simple, a routine procedure at this point. Golem would absorb whatever substance he could, and Waterboy would wash away the rest of the residue.
They were in an alleyway beside an old warehouse, and it seemed perfectly empty when they started up the process. Golem had just finished his bit and took a seat on some rusty barrels as Waterboy started.
He was only diluting the spill and directing the chemical waste towards a grate in the ground. When he was suddenly struck from behind. The pain was instant, just at the back of his neck above the line of his suit, sharp and hot, spreading like fire in his veins. The whimper that spilled out of his mouth was completely involuntary, but Robert responded in moments.
“Waterboy, are you okay? What’s happening?”
Distantly, he heard Golem stand to come to his defence, and some evil cackling from some villain. Herman was able to turn himself around to watch as Toxic begins his tirade.
“Can’t be so perfect now, huh? Perfect little hero’s gonna lose it! Made a special blend just for you!”
Absently, he registered Flambae’s voice crackle through the comms, “Fuck wetwipe-boy, I’ll save your ass, give me a sec, I’m in the area.”
Golem took a swing at Toxic, sending debris flying towards him. Toxic seemed to flare brighter in excitement. “Oh, you’re all gonna love this! This is probably the worst idea yet- I actually feel a little sorry about this one!”
Golem grabbed a block of jagged cement from the ground and hurled it toward the man. “Alright, enough yap.”
Toxic dodged but only barely. “Fuck- let a man finish. Go take care of your little freak before he becomes insatiable.”
Waterboy felt the itch in his veins; the heat was unbearable, sweltering inside his suit. He can’t seem to take it off fast enough, clawing at the zipper as his hands shake violently.
Golem let his hand fuse to the block of pavement under the villain and brought it forward, sending Toxic off balance. It’s perfect. As he scrambled to regain solid footing, Flambae landed behind him and instantly reached to grab his hands and pull them behind his back, locking them in the power-resistant cuffs.
At this point, Waterboy has managed to take off his suit, down to his waist at least. His hair felt too hot where it was sticking against his forehead and neck; he pushed his goggles up and off, hoping for some relief. Worst of all, he felt his cock throb, hot and painful. So full of blood it feels like it’s going to burst. It’s all so embarrassing, he can feel the hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes before he has the sense to cower from his teammates.
“What’s the status with Waterboy? How is he? Should I send health evac-” Robert’s voice is interrupted.
“Hey man- let’s get you outta here,” came Golem’s low timber.
Flambae seemed to finally get a good look at him, and his eyebrows shot up, “Jesus- you look like more of a drowned rat than normal, how the fuck did he get you like this?”
Toxic laughed in Flambae’s grip, “That’s the best part! He’s not even at his worst. The aphrodisiac is just working its way into his system. Soon it’ll be all he can think about. Soon he’ll be bending every fucking thing over to stick his dick in it for a sick f-”
Flambae twisted his wrists so fast that Wateboy couldn’t tell if he heard a pop. “Okay, enough.” He tapped his earpiece, “Bob Bob, can you send someone to pick up Toxic. I think Wetfartboy needs a speedy escort to health. We’ll come to you.”
“Are you sure? If it’s a contagion, I don’t think you should risk the contact-”
“Whatever it was- he’s doubled his… leakage. I think it’s been rinsed off.”
Robert paused for a moment. “Golem, are you okay with babysitting the villain?”
Words were starting to blur. Waterboy swore they could be talking a different language, the way his heartbeat thuds so loudly in his ears, dulling all sound. He couldn’t help it as his hands snaked into his suit and started holding his dick, just squeezing it at the base for seconds of relief.
The sludge chuckled, “Sure thing boss. Waterboy looks like he’s going to pop a blood vessel.”
The comms sparked alive again, “Get him here fast- we’ll need to test his blood for-”
Waterboy could feel his vision becoming spotty, his headrush almost a relief to the constant heat thrumming through his veins. He hardly noticed as his eyes became unseeing and two strong arms wrapped around him. “Pissboy, if you get jizz on me right now, I might never forgive you.”
Waterboy barely had the sense to chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, but it came out as a strangled moan as Flambae took off carrying him. He passed out the second they left the ground.
***
To no surprise, Herman recognized the medical ward of SDN as he blinked back to consciousness. He could feel the dull thrumming of heat in his veins slowly picking back up as he became aware of his surroundings. The bed he’s in is already drenched; what shocks him, though, is the fact that his hands are cuffed to the sides of the bed.
He struggled for just a moment before Robert grabbed his attention, sitting in one of the metal guest chairs to his side. “Whoa there, man, you’ve got a lot going through you right now. You need to keep calm.”
“W-w-what’s happen-in-in- going on?” Waterboy couldn’t help the shiver that started to wrack his body as the heat picked up again. His mind clouded as he felt fire lick down his spine.
Robert sighed and pushed a hand through his hair, “You uh- you got unlucky. Toxic had some special homebrew… ‘fuck-or-die’ stuff.”
Waterboy could do nothing but stare, fuck, he could feel his dick starting to chub up again. He tried to move a hand to cover his face, but the bed jolted as the cuffs pulled against the rail. “I I-I, well… you know I- I wouldn’t… I would never.”
“Yeah, I know, man, I know. The cuffs are just there in case you woke up without anyone here. We uhh… couldn’t risk. It doesn’t matter much, I’m here. The issue right now is- your heart is going a million miles a minute, and the chemical compound essentially kills your critical thinking.”
Robert sighed and stood, rummaging through his pockets.
“Look, the team trusts you, it’s just that this chemical is supposed to make you stupid, jack full of hormones and shit that rewires and fries your brain until you can get it out of your system. We can’t even flush it out of your system with saline solution because your body regulates the water too fast. The um… best solution is to get it out and over with.”
Waterboy could feel the waves of sweat seeping off of him. It’s only now that he noticed the hospital gown barely covering him, leaving very little to the imagination with the way it’s clinging to his wet body, especially his hardening dick. Quickly, he pulled his legs up to his chest, covering himself only to expose his ass to the room.
“Look… this is the only solution we’ve got- it fucking sucks, but you just need to get off. Like a lot. Any hormones that aren’t your own would help right now.” Robert huffed and finally found the key he was looking for, using it to unlock the cuffs attaching Waterboy to the bed. “The Doctor’s order was to… essentially get you to empty your balls.”
Waterboy felt his heart pick up exponentially the longer Robert talked, “You c-can’t be serious th-there’s gotta be another way I- I don’t even?”
Robert cut him off as he reached to undo the other cuff, “I actually don’t want to hear it, the Z-team has already volunteered for the brunt of it. Ideally, we get you off as many times as possible so you don’t pass out again. Each time you pass out, there’s a risk that the chemical will lower your inhibitions, hence why you woke up…. Cuffed.”
Waterboy just stared. “Robert - I- I don’t want to hurt any-any-a a single person.”
The dispatcher gave him a half smile, “I know, champ, you won’t. You’ve got a roster full of super-powered individuals who are going to make sure no one gets hurt.”
The pain seared. Waterboy was near shaking with the pain. “I won’t - I don’t want to - What if they don’t want to?”
Robert reached a hand out to rub gently at his cheek. At the touch was like ice, so extremely pleasant and refreshing, Waterboy couldn’t help the low groan he let out. “Herm- trust me, they want this. I think there was a betting pool going for a while on who was going to get with you first. You weren’t really noticing their… efforts.”
What. This was news to Herman. Waterboy felt his mouth fill with water, arousal only working to amplify his powers.
“You c-can’t be serious.” Water spilled from his lips as he spoke, drenching his hospital gown and making it cling to his skin.
“I’m afraid I am, I’ve been getting pings all evening about the ‘order of operation’.”
Waterboy’s eyes went wide. “Who- Who’s first?”
“I am, felt mostly responsible for the mess. They’re still arguing about the rest of the orders in the chat.” Robert began unbuttoning his dispatcher shirt, pulling it off with ease and letting it fall on the guest chair.
Waterboy was definitely hard now. “Oh - Oh boy. Wow- that sure is- Oh!” He watched eagerly as Robert unbuttoned his dress pants and pulled his belt through the loops. “Um- I don’t … uh not to say…. I haven’t done this before!” Waterboy squeaked.
Robert’s eyebrows quirked up, “I’m not going to say that was obvious, but I figured as much. We’ll go at your speed.”
Waterboy fought with his wet medical gown and let it plop to the floor. His dick was hard and hot, burning against his thigh. “How… how are we…?”
Robert chuckled and stepped out of his pants, shoes and socks. “Figured you’d fuck me, getting it out of your system is the best bet. Do you want to have a go at getting me ready- I think there’s some medical grade lube in one of the–”
“I’ll do it!”
Robert smiled, “Perfect, now - not to poke fun at you while you’re down, but I’m not getting on the soaked bed.”
Waterboy scrambled to get off the bed, standing beside Robert in his own puddle instantly. “Alright, I appreciate the enthusiasm, don’t hurt yourself.”
“R-R-Robert, my skin is on fire.”
The dispatcher winced, pushing down his boxers and adding them to the pile of clothes. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the very foot of the bed- the only part that hadn’t been soaked through.
“Alright, big guy, I hope you know the drill? Watched enough porn to get the general idea?”
Waterboy nodded enthusiastically in reply.
“Okay, go easy, I’m not as loose as I once was. You’ll have to use lots of… water to make sure I don’t chafe or burn. You still with me, Herm? You can touch now?”
Waterboy hadn’t even realized he’d been waiting for permission; he was behind Robert in seconds, just draping his body over the smaller man, pushing his face into his neck. He let the bodily contact soothe him; the chill of Robert’s body felt perfect. The way his dick slid against Robert’s ass, even unintentionally, had Herman whining.
Robert made a punched out sound at the contact, “Oh fuck you’re big. Take your time stretching me out, okay?”
“Mhmm,” Waterboy replied, taking in his scent. Fuck the slight sweat musk under cheap cologne was going to drive him crazy. He licked up a trail from Robert’s shoulder to his ear, obsessed. “T-taste so good.” He took an interest in Robert’s ear, licking the cartilage and sucking on the spot with the missing chunk. Robert let out a pleased moan but reached one hand up to push away Waterboy’s forehead.
“Come on, Herman, your fever is picking up, you’ve gotta get off.”
Waterboy let out an offended sound. “Can I- Can I- please can I kiss you?”
Robert smiled, “Of course, just quickly.”
Herman gripped Robert’s chin lightly and pulled him up into a sloppy kiss, letting water drip between them as he licked desperately into Robert’s mouth. Fuck, even the taste of his spit was addicting. Waterboy whined again, low and deep, his hips jittering now against Robert’s back, his cock rubbing precome into the cool skin.
Waterboy couldn’t get enough, sucking on Robert’s tongue and swallowing around it, the taste of coffee and salt a soothing balm on his nerves. Fuck he was perfect.
Robert groaned too, letting himself be guided into Waterboy’s mouth. He only broke away when excess water spilled into his mouth, making him cough.
Robert brought a hand up to wipe the spit and water from his face, “Stretch me, Herm, come on please- it’ll make you feel better.”
The dispatcher brought one of his hands behind himself and started the process, pushing his index finger against the ring of muscle, enduring the burn until the finger passed the second knuckle. He hissed between his teeth, and that was when Waterboy seemed to move again.
He dropped to his knees, surprising Robert as his hand was slapped away. He hardly had a chance to brace himself before Waterboy was spreading his cheeks wide and licking into him, moaning as he pressed his tongue against the rim. “Oh fuck- Herm that’s… that’s good.”
Robert’s dick pressed against the hospital bed as he curled forward, mewling. Waterboy took the opportunity to push him flat against the bed with one hand strong on his back.
Herman wanted this to last forever. Robert’s sounds filled his ears. When he moaned into Robert’s hole, the dispatcher groaned in tandem, and it was so good. The feeling of Robert’s ass on his face felt so good, cooling the heat that was threatening to make him pass out once again. He felt his dick rut painfully against Robert’s calf; it was so unsatisfying. He needed more, more contact, more of Robert, more pleasure. His body was burning, itching from the inside out, and all he could think about was Robert’s ass.
He felt himself redden in the face as he thought of something new. It would be so easy to pour water into Robert’s ass. Once the idea formed, he tried it without thinking, pushing water into Robert’s hole as he continued to lick deep inside him.
“Oh, Herman fuck that’s…. Fuck that feels good.” Robert groaned. The water was flushing him out; his hole was clenching around Waterboy’s tongue, trying to stop the water as it poured back out down Waterboy’s chin.
“Taste so good, Robert, you-your ass tastes so good.” Waterboy stopped to pant for breath, “I- Is that good? Want more, I think I- I…?” He trailed off, unsure where he was going, haze clouding his mind.
Robert laughed, “You need to fuck me, get your fingers in there, we can do a round two of ass-eating next time, you’re…. Surprisingly well-versed.”
Waterboy made a sound of approval, his cheeks running red at the praise, “G-good to h-hear.”
Waterboy carefully brought a thumb up to Robert’s hole, slightly puffy now from the attention. He ran his thumb along the folds, watching as the hole clenched ever so slightly. He pushed his thumb in and marvelled at how quickly it was swallowed; his tongue had done a good job removing the resistance from the ring of muscle. Waterboy couldn’t help the whine that escaped him as another glob of precome slid down Robert’s calf. He gave in and let himself hump at Robert’s foot.
Robert sighed, “The team is going to enjoy you royally.” Herman pulled his thumb out with a pop and immediately replaced it with two fingers, scissoring and playing with the loose rim. “O-oh yeah?” he asked, his hips stuttering at Robert’s ankle, fuck, he was so close to blowing a load.
“Oh, are you kidding? Herm, you’ve been drugged with one of the most potent aphrodisiacs we’ve ever seen for a super- and you’re focused on eating my ass. Humping my leg as you finger me- God, a real treat.”
The praise was making Waterboy lightheaded; he could swear he was going cross-eyed. He whined, “K- Kee K-ke Go on- please.” His hips were beginning to ache now; his little bump and grinds against Robert weren’t enough anymore. He added his tongue in between his fingers, trying to get Robert’s hole as stretched as he could before his mind melted.
“Waterboy, you’re doing so well. F-fuck.”
Waterboy heard more than saw as Robert’s head slammed down on the mattress, “That’s good- that’s my prostate- fuck that's good.”
Waterboy whined into his hole. He felt Robert lift one foot, giving him just that much more friction, and it was game over. Watebroy cried out as he came over Robert’s ankle, sobbing into his ass, the pleasure had just been too much. The orgasm coursed through him and felt like a wet cloth over his scorching skin, good but not nearly enough. The fire in his veins was cloying, slowing him down; the momentary relief only made him more aware of how terrible the feeling was. As it ebbed back into his muscles and nerves, he cried out.
Robert stood up a little to look back down at him, “Did you just get off? Was my heel all you needed?” He ran a hand up through Waterboy’s hair, guiding it away from his face, “Oh, you poor boy.”
Waterboy whined, falling back to sit on his heels. His dick was still painfully hard, balls still swollen. He hadn’t even realized, but in the time he had been on the ground, it seemed as though he had been subtly flooding the room. There was a grate in the ground at one of the far corners, but now the remainder of the floor was slick, with little rivers forming between some of the tiles.
“Oh, get up– you coulda fucked me ten minutes ago if you weren’t so eager to eat me out. Come here,” Robert’s fingers drew up, pulling Waterboy up by the hair. He rose on wobbly knees and caught himself on the flimsy hospital bed, barricading Robert against it. “A-are you sure?” He mumbled, licking his lips.
“Positive,” He grabbed Waterboy’s dick and used his other hand to spread his cheeks, “Help me, will you? Line yourself up, and we’ll see if your ass eating paid off enough to avoid tearing.”
Waterboy whined at the contact. Robert’s hand felt ice cold, but it was perfect, and now with the head of his dick pressing against the tight hole, he felt his limbs shake. The cool relief was a lot, and he knew the second he pressed in, it would be otherworldly.
His hands were careful as he used one to gently grab Robert’s hip and the other to line himself up. He was moaning just at the contact. Robert shifted back, surprising him but letting his cock slip in just that much more. The relief was everything Waterboy had dreamed of, and it was too easy to press himself against Robert and push forward ever so slowly.
Robert was bent over the bed, and Waterboy couldn’t help himself. He was desperately licking at the stubble on the side of Robert’s face, whining and mewling as he sank deep, millimetre by millimetre, as he exercised every morsel of restraint he had left.
Robert let out a grunt as he pushed back further again, but he let Waterboy kiss him. He was disgusted by the taste of himself on Waterboy’s tongue, but not disturbed enough to do anything about it. He moaned into Waterboy’s mouth, using one arm to grab Waterboy’s hair and pull him in for a deeper kiss.
He could feel Waterboy twitch at that, just for the thrill of it, he pulled Waterboy’s hair. The moan and accidental hip thrust were the exact reward he had hoped for.
The feeling of sinking into Robert was so, so good, so close to perfect, yet he needed more. It was satisfying, scratching the itch, but something still felt off. His heart was still running unreasonably fast, and his limbs still trembled with the effort of not slamming into Robert. He had to go slow for Robert’s safety, and that was starting to become an impossible challenge.
Just as Waterboy was bottoming out, he heard the door to the shoddy little medical room unlock, and he froze. His head was behind Robert’s, obscuring himself from view. He heard more than saw as wet footsteps entered the room and the door slammed shut again. Suddenly, there was a small man untying the blinds on the inside of the room, raising them to share the view of the room with the outside world.
“What lads? You can’t be mad at me. They were starting to get antsy out there, had no idea how you were both faring.”
Robert groaned, “Couldn’t you have waited till he was done with me? It wouldn’t have been long from the looks of things. Does my privacy mean anything to the Z-team?”
Punch-up smiled and gave a weak punch to Robert’s thigh, “Oh come on, they wanted a show. Want to know what they’re in for. I’ve even been given special orders to help things along for the next act.”
Waterboy took the chance to look out the cheap plexiglass, noticing for the first time the waiting room that had been set up outside. Half the Z-team was sitting leisurely in what looked like chairs dragged in from the reception room. Malevola blew him a kiss and a wink. Prism hadn’t seemed to notice the curtains being opened, preoccupied with her phone. Sonar and Coupé were both staring hungrily, unmoving. He could only see the colours of Flambae’s uniform. Phenomaman also delivered a curt wave when he noticed Waterboy’s attention.
Punch-up brought his attention back to the moment, placing a gentle hand on Herman’s side. Fuck, his hands were big and freezing to the touch. Waterboy couldn’t help the shiver that wracked his body, encouraging another wave of water to leech off of him.
Punch-up barked out a laugh, “Oi, Laddy– you really are fucked, huh? Your fever’s sky high. Jesus, Robert, are you really doing him any favours?”
Robert huffed, bending over the bed and refusing to make eye contact with the strongman, “Colm, he just came on my foot.”
Punch-up’s eyebrows raised as he immediately looked to the ground and saw faint ropes of come sitting in the puddle under the bed. Robert continued, “We’re making progress, well, we were until our local 4-foot strongman walked in– now this only works if he’s got a voyeurism kink.”
Punch-up laughed, giving Waterboy’s ass a love tap. “Oh, I know it’ll work. You’re a bit of a freak, aren’t you, big guy? You’ve got that vibe. Shy and quiet on the surface– that’s when you know they’ll be good in the sheets.”
Waterboy could do nothing but mewl in response. Punch-up’s little touches felt so good on his skin, soothing the throb in his temples. “N-Need More.”
Colm smiled, unbuttoning the top of his shirt, “Atta boy, why don’t you go back to fucking Robert, hmm?”
The thought hadn’t even crossed Waterboy’s mind. The second it did, he was invigorated. He leaned in close to Robert’s ear, “Can I? Please, Sir, you feel s-soo good.”
Robert gave an amused huff, “Herm, I’ve been waiting, start slow.”
Waterboy felt tears well up in his eyes as he began to move his hips, slow little thrusts that made relief wash down his spine. He just wanted to drive in as deep as he could, letting his balls hit against Robert’s with every quick jut of his hips. Waterboy felt gone, all he could think about was burying his dick as deep as you could, mewling directly into Robert’s ear. He winced as he realized his grip on Robert’s hips must’ve turned bruising, and he adjusted his hold.
Punch-up chuckled, “Oh, do him better than that lad. You’ve got…” He whistled and laughed again, “A surprising amount to work with, move your hips farther, use all your inches.”
Waterboy reeled his hips back further until just his head sat on the rim of Robert’s hole. With a deep breath in through his mouth and out through his nose, he plunged forward with one sharp thrust. Robert let out a punched-out groan but didn’t complain. Waterboy turned to look at Punch-up only to see a thumbs-up and a grin.
“D-does that hurt?” Waterboy asked, panting.
Robert laughs now, “Fuck - it’s perfect, do that again. Hurts real good.”
Waterboy is nothing but an eager learner, trying his best to repeat his thrust, pulling out slowly and slamming home deep into Robert’s hole. Water from before was still squelching out of him, dripping between them and splashing against the already soaked tiles. Waterboy kept going; he could feel the crumbs of relief again, the lightheadedness seeming to subside as he pounded into his dispatcher.
Waterboy took a gamble and wrapped a hand around Robert’s cock. He tried to replicate what he knew he liked, thumbing at the head messily and stroking carefully up against Robert’s belly. It was hard to keep pace as he fucked into him, but Robert’s moans made it worth it.
Punch-up clapped at the show, “Oh-ho! That’s ambitious - you’ll make it easier for yourself if you hike his leg up.”
Waterboy lifted Robert’s right leg with ease, getting his knee on the bed. He can’t help himself, pushing it at this new angle, he sinks deeper into Robert, “Oh- that’s–” Waterboy is quickly interrupted by his own moan as he begins to thrust in earnest, shaking the cheap bed and chasing the relief he knows will follow.
Punch-up was right, it is easier to grip Robert’s dick like this. Waterboy is so close now, he can feel Robert clench when he thumbs at his head the way he knows feels good. He’s on the brink.
Waterboy felt his balls draw tighter, his core tensing preemptively, “Robert, p-please can I come inside- I, I-”
“Go for it. Come on, you’ve been so good. Keep it up, Herm, come in my ass.” Robert grunted between thrusts.
“Oi– You heard the man Herman, give Ol’ Robertson what he needs. Fill his hole, yeah?”
That was it. Waterboy came again, seizing forward as he felt his dick pulse. He couldn’t do anything but pant in Robert’s ear, half-heartedly holding the man’s cock as he tried to recover from his own wracking orgasm. The relief was so good, he felt the tremors in his hands settle, and some of the weakness in his legs dissipated.
“Fuck,” Waterboy managed.
“Fuck is right,” Robert replied. Punch-up gave Waterboy another tap to the hip, “That’s a good lad. Finish off the job and get Robert off, hmm?”
Waterboy turned his attention to Robert, realizing his dick was still hard and twitching weakly in his hand. Robert hadn’t gotten off, and yet Waterboy’s dick was already getting hard again and raring to go. “O-oh s-sorry Robert, I didn’t get you o-o–”
“Herman, keep going, please, keep fucking me,” Robert sighed, dipping his head back to the bed.
Waterboy took a few deep breaths to steady himself, and just as he went to start up again, he felt Punch-up place two hands on his ass. “You heard the man- I’ve just got special orders to make sure you can handle your next dose of hormones. Go on- don’t pay me much mind.”
“W-what does that mean?”
Punch-up squeezed one of Waterboy’s cheeks, thumbing over his slick hole teasingly as he laughed, “Means I’m going to finger your ass as you fuck him, go on. Be good to Robby Aye? Can’t leave a man hanging.”
Waterboy took a moment to come back to himself. His mind is already frenzied from the drug, but this is going to fry his brain. “Right, right,” he mumbles, focusing on Robert in front of him, on him. Fuck, he’s still inside Robert, buried to the hilt, his own come is starting to seep out and stick against his pubes.
One deep breath later, and Waterboy is back to sucking on Robert’s neck, trying to leave at least one mark. He just wanted proof he’d been there by the time this was over. He let his hips pull back before pushing forward again.
This time, he was met by the dual sensation of one of Colm’s fingers pushing past his rim, fuck, his fingers were thick. From his own personal experiences fingering himself and playing with toys, Waterboy knew he needed no lube, but feeling Punch-up’s hot spit land on his hole was a pleasant surprise.
When he thrust forward again, gripping Robert firmly as he drove home, he was rewarded with another deep groan. “God, keep it up, keep doing the thumb thing.”
Who was Waterboy to disagree? He dug the nail of his thumb so carefully into the slit of Robert’s dick, pounding into him in tandem. He whined in Robert’s ear, feeling as Punch-up pushed deeper with his fingers, the burn hardly present in his mind as Robert clenched around him hard.
Waterboy was in heaven, the heat burning through his veins honestly felt like a gift if this was the outcome. Robert was getting tighter around him, and Waterboy could’ve sworn he started seeing stars. Robert quickly grabbed him by his hair and pulled him in tight for another deep kiss. Waterboy couldn’t help the groaning and slobbering, and whining. Robert seemed to know just what he needed, digging his nails hard into Waterboy’s scalp. “
“Fuck, Herm, I’m so close. Faster I… Ngghh,” Robert cut off, spilling into Waterboy’s hand. He panted into Waterboy’s mouth, making little punched out sounds as Waterboy continued to fuck him through his orgasm. Robert clenched hard around him. Waterboy made sure to return the favour, gripping Robert’s dick hard and milking him. Robert painted the sheets of the shoddy hospital bed and let his head loll back to rest against Waterboy’s chest.
It was then that Punch-up decided to add another finger. The burn of the stretch was so good. Herman’s chest was heaving, and he was on the brink again, trying too hard not to fall forward and crush Robert against the now come-stained, soggy bed.
Punch-up didn’t seem to care for his effort, removing his fingers and licking a stripe over Waterboy’s hole. The smaller man chuckled to himself as he pushed his tongue further, his beard and stubble undoubtedly scratching up the pale skin of Waterboy’s ass. Punch-up went lower, sucking on the underside of Waterboy’s balls before trailing back up to scissor his fingers into that tight virgin hole. That was it. Waterboy came for a third time, pulsing deep inside of Robert once more, just as the other was recovering from his own orgasm. The relief was unlike anything he’d felt yet; he felt as though the air had been punched out of his lungs.
Colm laughed quietly to himself as he continued to slurp and lick obscenely between Waterboy’s legs, just for another few seconds, before he took a step back and dusted his hands off.
Waterboy was finally able to get a good look at him. Punch-up had only taken off his shirt, revealing his broad chest littered with little knicks of scars. His pants, however, were sporting an obvious wet patch at the crotch, but Waterboy wasn’t one to judge.
“That’s a good show you two put on, Lads,” Punch-up smiled widely. Robert laughed now, “Fuck, that felt like a good show, I might have to take the afternoon off to get feeling back in my legs. Herm, that was… We’ll do that again, if you’re up for it. After this.”
“Oh r-really? Yes! Th-that was good, yes!”
Robert gave a gentle tap to Waterboy’s hip. Herman was startled to realize he was still very much buried inside his dispatcher. He carefully released his grip on his hip and gingerly pulled out, mesmerized at the view of his come slipping out of Robert’s hole onto the wet tile.
Punch-up gave Waterboy another swat to his ass, “Oh, that’s a sight for sore eye’s isn’t it?”
Waterboy can’t help but nod as he carefully moves Robert’s leg to get him standing again, albeit shakily. He can feel fire lick through his limbs as his arousal flares again.
Robert gripped the bed for support, but Punch-up was kind enough to grab his hand and place it on his shoulder, letting Robert use him for support at least until he gets to the chair with his things.
Punch-up found a box of wet wipes and offered a few to Robert before using one to clean the spit and slick from his beard.
Waterboy watched dumbly as they both redressed themselves. He could feel his anxiety starting to build again as the heat started to become unbearable beneath his skin.
He can’t help the hurried questions that pour from his mouth (alongside the excess water), “Where- wha- where are you going? What’s happening?”
Robert chuckled in reply, “Now normally I would expect a bit more aftercare- but given the situation, I’ll let it slide.”
Punch-up huffed, “I told you I was just helping you out- I’l be watching with the rest of them.” Once again, Waterboy was reminded of the literal audience behind the glass watching them. This time, he gets a thumbs-up from Sonar and Malevola. Phenomaman was preoccupied with a melon-basket while Prism and Flambae were crouched together discussing over a pile of… towels?
Punch-up gave him a cheeky grin, “Cheer up, Lad, you’ll get to everyone. I’ll send the next two in, try to keep calm.”
Two?!
Waterboy’s train of thought, however, is completely derailed when Robert opens the door, immediately greeted with Flambae’s sarcasm. “So Mechabitch, how was he?”
Fuck, he just fucked Mechaman. Like the man he has posters of, all over his bedroom walls, wrapped in Saran Wrap. He just fucked one of his idols he’s had since he was like 15!
He just fucked said idol and got asked if he wanted to do it again.
God, Waterboy was going to pass out again.