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7 blinds. 6 pallet stuns. 2 head on saves. 0 Hooks. Steve felt untouchable as he smashed yet another pallet down on Ghostface. This time sharp, jagged edges of the wood left scratch marks across the Killer's red, horned mask, peeling some of the paint away. Steve quickly blinded the Killer with a flashlight he had securely strapped to his wrist before turning, rounding the corner of the gas station. This whole match he'd been effortlessly losing the killer and it was starting to get repetitive for him. The whole 'spawning into some dank, dark location, do gens, and leave'. At this point the teen had no interest in repairing gens anymore, now solely living for the excitement and thrill that was out-smarting killers. He had memorized every layout, every generator and hex location. He was surely in the triple digits of how many trials he'd successfully escaped. Sure the babysitter got sacrificed occasionally, specially since he knew how to anger most killers. Some would watch him slowly die on hook, relishing in every second he was left skewered. Others would stand over him, watching him bleed out, guarding his body like a wild animal would guard their only meal. However agonizing that was still felt like a win to him. Those scenarios almost always resulted in the other 3 escaping without a scratch on them. Steve was a protector at heart and nothing made him happier then seeing his friends safe.
Steve sighed in annoyance after a few more seconds passed. Ghostface really lost him again, that easily? He could almost laugh at the irony of this so called 'deadly stalker' losing at such a simple game. A scream tore through the silence, ripping him from his thoughts. It was across the map and without a doubt coming from Dwight who had been expertly repairing generators alongside.. another scream, this time from their other technician, Feng. He cursed to himself. Steve had tried to get the killer's attention multiple times, going as far as to flag him down, waving his arm in gesture. Ghostface refused to play along though, choosing only to chase the teen for a minute before giving up. Instead he'd divert his attention to the others, viciously attacking a different survivor each time. At this point he had double hooked every one else except him. Steve left the Autohaven gas station and rushed across the map, passing a mountain of destroyed cars. Though you wouldn't be able to see beyond his dark tinted sunglasses, his eyes were quickly surveying the decrepit landscape for any sign movement or blood. He passed more cars. Debris. Trash. Trees. Finally a crow flew off alerting him that just around this next wall of cars was where the action is taking place. He saw the hook that the killer had set his eyes on. The Killer turned. Ghostface must have heard him. He turned his back, going to a different hook now.
Was he really so pissed off that just the sight of the Steve had him storming away? He knew he wouldn't make it but still chased behind the Killer, "Are you serious? Just gonna' keep ignoring me, huh? Don't take it out on Dwight just because you can't keep up!" Steve taunted, his finger teasing his flashlight's light switch, clicking it on and off. Just as Ghostface was about to hoist Dwight up, Jake was there, a dark bandana disguising his face and hair pulled up taut. Steve hadn't even noticed his teammate looted a toolbox specifically for sabotaging sometime during the trial. In the blink of an eye Jake had efficiently sabotaged the hook and just in time too. The loud clang of metal falling rang in their ears. Ghostface couldn't hold onto Dwight much longer. Though the smaller survivor wasn't much weight, his thrashing had become too much and a aggravated sigh came from behind the Killer's mask as Dwight wiggled out of his arms. The leader gave Steve and Jake an appreciative smile and nod before scurrying back to the generator where Feng was still injured.
Even though the survivors couldn't see it, behind his devilish mask Ghostface was scowling. He had just about had enough of this trial. Hell, The Entity herself was displeased and the match wasn't even over. Sure, Ghostface usually relished in these dark maps, they made the kills effortless. This was different though. It had to be the annoying amount of altruism between the survivors. Usually groups would slip up before even three gens got done. Not this time though, one survivor in particular had efficiently took care of everything. Steve. That fucking kid was everywhere. Anytime he was about to kill, there was a blind, a stun, a last second heal that brought them to their feet even if it left the teen broken and injured he'd still get away. Yeah, he was ready for this all to end. That was his plan anyways. Just let them reach end game, he reminded himself. Games like these had played out before. He'd make them think they had won, finishing the fifth and final gen before destroying it all. With the help of The Entity giving him a surge of power and blocking both exits. Those last 60 seconds were all he needed to sacrifice every single one, no matter how close they were to escape.
And as if he willed it to happen, a loud siren wailed and the final generator was complete. Dwight never bothered to heal, instead choosing to help Feng up so they could double down on the repairs and get it done quickly. Pretty good choice, but it would be futile. Ghostface felt a surge of electricity through his body. It was The Entity's presence, blessing him with a horrible power. In the blink of an eye he dove at the Saboteur, shoving his blade deep into Jake's ribs sending the man to the floor, hurdled over in pain. With a single stab, the once completely uninjured survivor was sent to the floor, dying. A hex.
Steve didn't waste a second to vault away, he wasn't about to let this man get anymore value out of such a cheap tactic. Every totem spawn location ran through his head. He had destroyed the one in gas station.. The one by the tree near the exit.. The one next to the pile of cars.. He paused. The shack. He hadn't been by that part of the map all trial, the most obvious place to look. He reprimanded himself, how the fuck could he be so preoccupied running the killer around every part of the map except the shack? He had surely underestimated the bloodlust of this Killer, how desperate for murder he must be to run such a dirty hex. Feng's scream echoed out as she was caught trying to bring Jake to his feet. The hungry roar from The Entity echoed in his ears as she engulfed two survivors in her spidery arms. One last scream but this time no hook. Dwight was left to lay bleeding out. Steve knew this tactic all too well. Time was running out.
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Steve could see the ominous glowing totem as he approached the shack window, lifting one leg up to quietly vault- then a dark voice from behind him.
"Ah ah, not so fast~" Ghostface grabbed the back of Steve's once styled hair, now messy with sweat. He yanked him backwards out of the window with one hand and stabbed deep into his side, piercing straight through the boy's gray jacket with the other. Blood gushed and Steve cried out in pain, one that wasn't heard all trial, one that sent waves of excitement through the Killer's body.
Ghostface held the survivor in a vice grip, pressing roughly against him. He used his knife to hold him in place while wrapping his fingers through the boy's hair in vice grip. Steve gulped nervously, he could feel his neck fully exposed. The teen gripped the Killer's gloved hand which held the knife, attempting to pull it back out with all his might. He had to prevent it from digging deeper. The Killer had only gone in far enough to puncture the first layer of tissue and he wasn't about to bleed out, not when he's this close to escape. Ghostface on the other hand enjoyed seeing the survivor struggle, weakly holding back anymore pained noises, putting on a brave face. His breathing was a clear giveaway though. Steve's heart beat fast, on the edge of full blown panic. It was music to the Killer's ears. This is what Ghostface had waited for.
"You know, I have a thing for babysitters.." Ghostface purred, his face so close now that the teen could feel the hot breath from behind the mask, right against his neck "..and I heard you were a great one." Chills shot down Steve's spine. How the hell did he know who he was outside this realm? "It's just something about a person who is so protecting and nurturing, so good at heart and yet still so vulnerable. Still so.. human." Ghostface withdrew the knife and sent the teen tumbling to the ground. Steve's sunglasses hit the floor, the plastic breaking with a snap. He felt more exposed then ever now. Ghostface hummed quietly, satisfied. The boy looked so good on floor. Gone from his pretty face was the usual cocky smirk, now only a pout that he could swore was trembling in fear. The stalker wasted no time to pounce on top of him, getting down and straddling Steve's waist. The babysitter was already putting up a fight again, connecting a few punches directly into the Killer's chest. Ghostface retaliated with enthusiasm, ripping the flashlight from the boy's wrist, fracturing it in the process. Before Steve could register the pain, register what even happened, the Killer had it gripped securely in his gloved hand. Violently sending it flying down, smashing into the babysitter's face. A sharp crack to his nose. Steve gasped in pain, the trapped survivor now quickly putting up both of his arms in a feeble attempt to protect himself. It was no use as Ghostface elbowed past the boy's arms. "Where's your fire now?" Another blow. "Be a hero, Steve! Come on!" Ghostface darkly demanded before suddenly breaking out in a fit of playful laugher as he struck the teen again. Steve's nose, jaw, brow, again and again the heavy utility flashlight was used against him. Steve cried out now, thrashing below him.
The onslaught finally stopped. It felt like hours but in reality was only a minute.
"You look so fucking good like this!" The Killer beamed above him, slightly winded, out of breath from exerting so much pain on the survivor below him. Steve used to be an athlete sure, but a fighter? Not so much.
One last blow to the temple stopped every thought in his head and now only a loud ringing and white static consumed his senses. Time passed. Numbness faded back into sharp pain. He could now clearly feel blood drip from his cut brow, broken nose, and busted lip. The metallic taste coated his tongue.
As Steve regained consciousness, Ghostface moved closer. Much closer. The flashlight, covered in blood, had been discarded, left on the grass just out of reach. The stalker leaned in, grinding warmly against Steve, arms placed on either side of the teen's head to keep him in place. The Killer removed his hood, lifting up his mask only enough to reveal a small portion of his tan skin, lips curling into a smile as they crashed into Steve's pout. The babysitter's lips were plump and soft, the blood from his cut lip now lapped up by Danny's warm tongue. The kiss was messy, untamed, passionate. Steve tried to struggle against him, at first pursing his lips shut as well as he could but breathing through his broken nose was tough. It wasn't long until Steve found himself giving in, kissing back, falling deeper into whatever this was. What the fuck was he doing? He always did have a high sex drive but he'd have thought his brain would be able to differentiate between fear and lust.
The Killer had clearly enjoyed Steve giving into the kiss as made apparent by the bulge in his tight, black jeans. Steve struggled to snap out of the daze as things were taking an even worse turn. "No.. get off!" Steve's words slurred, the man continued to kiss at his injuries making it hard to speak clearly. "You can't-" Steve was protesting both in word and action now. He dug his elbows into the dirt and hoisted his body up in an attempt to escape from beneath the Killer. The boy slid maybe an inch or two out before Ghostface caught the hem of the teen's dark blue jeans, yanking him down onto his back, popping the button and ripping the zipper open from the force of the pull.
"What do you want!?" The survivor spat bitterly. The killer sighed, shaking his head. "Quit acting dumb, Steve." Ghostface paused, waiting for Steve to catch on. Steve didn't though. He stared up at him, clearly confused, eyes searching for a reason behind that mask. "Are you really that dumb? Did that blow to the head make you forget the past fifteen minutes? You wanted my attention all game, so here it is, you needy fucking slut."
"I.." Steve was at a loss for words, his brow furrowing in confusion. "..wanted your attention? What are you talking about? I was trying to protect my friends from-."
Ghostface snapped, letting go of Steve's pants and diving up to cut off the boy's sentence with a tight, painful grasp around his throat. Steve clawed helplessly at the Killer's gloved hands. Nothing except a pained choke came from his mouth, unable to even beg or plead now.
Tears welled up in his innocent brown eyes. "I'm doing this for you." Ghostface whispered lovingly, "Your body wants this." Steve grit his teeth, he hadn't even registered the heat growing in his own pants. The constant grinding, the kiss, the force. Steve couldn't shake his head no, instead closing his eyes shut, refusing to look at all.
Steve was blacking out. He stopped struggling almost completely, welcoming the darkness. He'd wake up by the campfire now.. If Ghostface allowed it. But he didn't. Not yet. He'd choked him right until the brink of incapacitation before backing off. Unwillingly, Steve's body sucked in the cold night air, harshly bringing himself back to moment. "Hey! We're just getting started, wake up!" The Killer lightly slapped the boy's cheek, causing his eyelids to flutter open, vision still blurry. "My name's Danny, by the way. Remember it well 'cause i'm gonna quiz you on it later." At this point Steve couldn't care less for the real name of this Killer but he wanted this to be over and if the only way out was surviving this and dragging his own broken body to the damn hatch, he'd do it.
He bent down to pick the teen up by his jacket collar, bringing him to his knees. Steve groaned in pain from the blood rushing to his head, trying to steady himself so he didn't fall back over. The mysterious black eye holes from Ghostface's mask stared down coldly at the babysitter. He spoke just above a whisper. "If you don't want me to fuck your slit throat, open your mouth." Then the sound of a zipper. Steve gulped nervously, lips trembling as he slowly parted them. Danny wasted no time, grabbing his manhood and forcing the head of his cock right past the boy's bruised lips. The babysitter winced at the salty intrusion, recoiling. He'd seen his girlfriends do this plenty of times, it couldn't be that difficult to do now that his life depended on it, right? Steve tried to maneuver his tongue out of the way and just use his lips to slide up and down Danny's member, hoping it would suffice. He bobbed up and down, going as far as to take him halfway before he got dangerously close to his gag reflex and decided not to, instead keeping the blowjob shallow, dry, and quick. "You're really treating me worse than a one night hook up? I'm hurt.." Danny feigned sorrow, tilting his head to the side. Steve huffed through his nose, annoyed at the act while reluctantly adding his tongue back into the equation. He began tracing slow circles around the length of man's dick in an attempt to show as much care as he could muster. This lasted a good thirty seconds before feeling a sharp pain on the back of his head, his hair tangled once again in Ghostface's grip. He tore the boy's lips away from his shaft, clearly not happy but taking a moment to enjoy his tired, flustered expression; cheeks red with embarrassment. "Cute. But lets do it my way, ok?"
Steve felt his heart drop at the implications of what this meant and just as fast his already beaten nose was smashed into the man's pubes as he was forced to deep throat all of him; now really taking in his scent, his taste, and choking on every bit of it. Steve tried to push away from the man, placing both hands on the thighs in front of him, but he wouldn't budge. Now he really couldn't breathe, eyes watering, muffled screaming was turning into the sound of wet choking. Danny was in love. Steve's throat felt so deep and warm when it closed around his cock, struggling for air. He throat fucked him fast and hard to make up for the boy's pathetic performance in the beginning, his grip pulling and pushing Steve's head back and forth along his large, tan shaft. He knew he couldn't have the boy passing out at first base again, no matter how much he'd always enjoyed the sensation of someone literally choking to death on him. What felt like thirty minutes of throat fucking was really only two before Danny released Steve's hair. The babysitter fell on his back, hard, nearly knocking the wind out of him, throat burning and rasping for air, spit and precum decorating his lips and chin.
Danny leaned forward, hooking his fingers around Steve's jeans and boxers, and in one swift tug pulled them both down just below his ass. Steve was already sporting a semi from the past actions alone, his hormones raging and his body so desperate for touch after being trapped in The Entity's realm for who knows how long.
"Damn.. I can see why you were so popular around school." Danny teased, his voice dripping in want. Steve turned his head, putting his arm over his face to cover his eyes in embarrassment, chest still rising and falling quickly as he tried to stable his breathing. The Killer relished in the moment. The teen wasn't as well endowed as him but definitely larger than average and combined with his tussled hair and chiseled figure? He felt a wave of excitement pour over him, he was going to be the one to destroy him.
Grabbing behind Steve's knees, Danny forced Steve's legs up against his own chest, nearly folding him in half before he pushed the head of his cock into Steve's tight, unused hole. The teen clenching his eyes shut, craning his head back, gritting his teeth and suppressing a scream. He clung on for dear life, harshly gripping onto the other man's arms for support. "Pl.. please! Please! Wait! Wait!" Steve gasped, panting heavily. "Just.. give me a moment to warm up to y-" Danny slid in, pressing down harder into Steve, "Fuck!" Steve screamed, "Fuck you! Fuck you.." Tears were now dribbling down the sides of his face. Then, without warning, a hot liquid was pouring inside him. Danny let out a low, drawn out moan of pleasure as he relieved himself inside of the teen. "Mmmm.. you know I've always wanted to use someone like this but no one's ever pissed me off as much as you." Steve could see, barely, Danny's devilish grin from the small portion of face he had visible. He was enjoying his own pun. Steve didn't get it... until he finally did. "Wait- What are you doing?!" He thrashed his legs around, not being able to move much in the position he was in. "You're sick! You can't do this!" Ghostface allowed him to panic a little more before being punished with a deeper thrust from his hard cock. "F- Fuck! God.. You're.. you're evil.." Steve panted, the wave of warmth rushing over his body. Danny wasn't even done with him yet Steve never felt so damn full. There may have been no odor or color to his liquid, there really wasn't anything to eat or drink in this realm to alter the urine in that way making it mostly just water, but still the fact it was piss was enough to push the teen to the edge of his breaking point. He felt lower than the trash that littered this realm, lower than the dirt he was getting fucked on. The liquid started to pour out the edges of his hole as he was over filled with it. He felt the liquid trickle down his spine.
As quickly as the stream stopped, The Killer flipped him onto his stomach and fucked into him. Hard. He used the piss as lube and thrusted his cock into Steve, the squelching coming from his piss filled hole being used was too embarrassing. He hiccupped another sob. He could feel himself growing harder, it was starting to feel good and when a moan finally escaped his bruised lips, Danny knew he had him. "Say my name." Ghostface whispered, pressing his lips to Steve's ear.
The boy didn't respond immediately, only able to shake his head in defiance. How the hell did he still have it in him to be so damn stubborn? Danny's brow twitched in anger, deciding he wasn't going hard enough on him. He gripped the boy's hips, angling the teen's ass up just right before stabbing his cock hard into Steve's prostate. "Fuck! Danny!" Steve moaned loudly, his eyes squeezed tight in ecstasy and pain, sweat starting to bead on his forehead and chest, mixing with the blood that was pooling under him. Regardless of how many girl's he'd been with in the past, he'd never felt anything like that before. "Good god, you act like this is the first time you've ever been fucked!" Danny laughed before noticing the over the shoulder, pathetic, puppy dog look Steve was giving him. "Oh.. you really are a virgin like this then?" He reached up to run his hand through the boy's hair, petting him. "How romantic." Steve didn't say a word, watching Danny with half lidded eyes, thick eyelashes stained with tears, feeling drunk on pleasure. Even though the survivor didn't have his arms pinned, he wasn't fighting back anymore. The Killer rewarded this by only giving him half his length, going at a steady pace.
Every thrust into him was pushing him closer and closer to the edge, he could feel that familiar heat below his navel. The once silent night was now filled sound of skin slapping against skin, the heavy breathing of Danny and loud moans of Steve as his virginity was stolen from him. "More.. Faster.." Steve quietly pleaded. Danny didn't like to be told what to do, especially when it's from a victim having a bit too much fun. He scoffed. Unbelievable. Danny pressed himself hard into Steve, right to the hilt, and as soon as the boy opened his mouth to scream, he ripped the red bandana from around the boy's neck and shoved it straight into his mouth. Steve gagged at the sudden, dry intrusion. Only a few muffled protests could be heard now, Danny almost came right then and there with how fucking good Steve's small, tight hole was at milking his cock.
Ghostface hadn't even realized he was still literally balls deep inside the babysitter below him, who was now shaking and panting with how over stimulated he was at the constant pressure against his prostate again. The Killer pulled out some, taking Steve's plead into consideration and picked up the pace a little. Danny watched as Steve's small, round ass jiggled deliciously, his legs shaking limply as he was being fucked fast and hard, completely lost in the moment. It wasn't long before Steve was a muffled, moaning mess, ready to scream out Danny's name as he peaked. He tongued the bandana out of his mouth. "Mmpfh- Danny! I'm.. i'm coming!" He panted heavily and just like that was spilling his own cum over his jacket and shirt. Danny was absolutely thrilled. The teen had cum completely untouched and against his will. Steve's whole body trembled in pleasure and exhaustion. "Hah, wow.. That's.. That's pretty pathetic, Steve." Ghostface chuckled quietly, enjoying the semen covered mess below him. Steve could only whine, shaking his head weakly. He'd make sure to bring this up next time they ran into each other during a trial. The Killer fucked into the nearly motionless teen now, enjoying the last moments before he too finished, painting Steve's insides with his white, sticky cum.
Like clockwork, the ground below them started to shake and rumble. Sometime during the attack Dwight must've got to his feet and given up on finding the hex, on saving Steve, and opened the exit gate. Steve could only hope that Dwight didn't see or hear anything but, realistically, with how loud he screamed, there was no way he didn't. God damnit. "We'll have to do it again sometime." Ghostface smiled, already masked again, put away, and standing over him. He'd recovered so damn fast meanwhile Steve was struggling to get up, even to get on all fours, his jean's still resting right below his ass. "You need a hand? The hatch is right here.." Danny teased, pointing across the map at the gas station. Steve shook his head, finally gaining the strength to pull his jeans up, raising to one knee. "I got it.." Steve mumbled, his legs shaking warily beneath him now as he leaned against the side of the shack. "The fuck you do. I don't got all day babe, c'mon." Effortlessly The Killer hauled Steve over his shoulder like a rag doll, carrying him to the hatch with little compassion or care for how the other groaned at the uncomfortable position. Danny tossed him onto the hatch, taking a step back to admire the sight of the survivor crawling for the escape. A chill of excitement ran down his spine as he thought of crushing the hatch on the boy's fingers, trapping him in the realm.. but decided against it. He'd train Steve into wanting him, and judging by their first encounter it wouldn't be hard.