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Zanka stared at his ceiling, laying on his bed trying to understand his feelings, his thoughts, the physical and mental gymnastics his body was putting in him and pushing him through. Even though he laid restless, the walls and room around him seemed to almost move with his imagination, finding shapes in things he knew weren’t really there.
He could find a bunny if he stared for long enough, and there was a fish, and a bear too; it was like he was morphing the ceiling, more likely his imagination, to his will.
But suddenly, a rush of cold fear and yet also, excitement… rushed over him.
That shape…
That wasn’t something he moulded to match his imagination, he knew that shape for a fact.
It was Mankira.
Zanka could feel a hot blush start to form on his cheeks.
“No no no, not again…”
Zanka almost begged, he was already struggling trying to understand what was happening to his body, why he felt the way he did.
“This isn’t normal, it has to be a side effect of those drugs from earlier”.
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“Oh Zanka, I hope you don’t mind but, I’d check your arm if I were you… I mean I was careful but injecting someone isn’t something I do that often, I hope I didn’t hurt you”
“What” Zanka looked down from the taller shadowed being of a man to look to his arm, a distinct needle hole right in his left arms vein.
“Jabber, what did you-“
He wasn’t able to finish his sentence, that was the last thing Zanka remembered, or at least the last thing he wanted to remember, but no matter how hard he tried, his body kept doing everything in its power to remind him of how he felt during his forced high.
Every last thought, every last sound, the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that left his pants feeling tighter…
Zanka wanted to forgot it or not accept what just happened to him, but oh God it felt so good, and now it was stuck in his head like the rising feeling in his lower stomach.
“Fuck”.
He tried to shake his head again, but just like during his earlier comatose, he found himself unable to distract himself from the pleasure he so desperately wanted to forget and ignore.
He could have sworn, no, he knew Jabber had done something more than just poison him, he had made him feel, well for lack of a better term, amazing…
Was it just a numbing drug mixed with an aphrodisiac, no. No matter what excuse he tried to make Zanka knew what had happened, he just didn’t want to admit it yet.
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“Heh, I knew it’d work on ya” The tall raven haired boy said, looming over the almost corpse like body of Zanka, frozen in time, a shocked expression on his face.
“See honey, I couldn’t let ya win against me, and I know you’re strong, so sorry, but I had to make it a little easier on myself”.
Jabber, now squatting to eye level with Zanka, had the biggest, almost devilishly happy grin on his face. Even in his frozen nature, Zanka could feel his presence over his body.
“Now big boy, I feel kinda bad for making this such an unfair fight, so I’m gonna make it up to you…”
Make it up to me? Zanka could hear the words coming out of Jabber’s mouth, make it up? He knew Jabber to be a ruthless, selfish, crazy lunatic, who also happened to be a massive masochist.
Though Zanka had never admitted it, he found that unbelievably hot, but he didn’t want to confront that, not even in his own head.
But fuck, he couldn’t help but think now, a masochist and sadist duo, wonder what that would be like… I guess we’ll never know.
“Oh baby, goddamn you’re really showing off to me already, lying down all complacent like this, fuck it’s already turning me on”.
What? He replayed the words again in his head. Again, again. Huh?? There’s no way he just said that, I mean I know he’s crazy but he’s not that crazy right?? He’s not serious right??
“Let me help you with these baby” Jabber said as he began to slowly unbuckle Zankas belt and teasingly slowly start to unzip Zankas cleaner uniform.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck…
“No” was all he could muster out, a break from his coma to say one word to encapsulate everything going on in his head.
No no no, don’t you dare even think about it, Jabber get the fuck off me, get off, fuck no go away!!
“Oh, so my sleeping beauty speaks!” “Hahahahaaa, well sorry my love but you don’t get a say in this, but don’t worry, I’ll make you feel amazing, just you wait…”
Fuck, no! No! NO!! No I don’t want this!! I Don’t!!
“Let me help slip this off, just a little bit, not too much, I love the idea of getting these pants messy so you can wear my art to show off, fuck that’s hot” Jabber said tauntingly, slowly loosening and lowering Zankas belt, making his baggy pants fall slightly on their own.
No no nononono!! Fuck no! I don’t want this! I don’t fucking want this! I DONT- ahh!!
Zankas body froze, even more than he thought possible, his mind was running so fast he felt like it had fully stopped. Though Zanka couldn’t move his neck to see, he knew Jabber had found what he had been looking for.
Jabber was grinning like a madman laying over top Zankas unmoving body, his long, strong, toned hand was wrapped gently around Zankas dick, slightly stroking it up and down.
“Oh good boy, look at you already getting hard for me, and I’ve only just started” Jabber leaned closer to Zankas ear. “You must really want this…”
Aghhh fuck…. God the dirty talk, he didn’t want to admit it but oh fuck it was so good. It sounded as if the devil himself was talking in his ear, but the hottest most creepily attractive devil there ever was.
“Hey baby zan-zan, look I know you want this so I’m gonna drag it out extra long so you can cum and feel like you meant it. Oh and baby don’t worry at all, I’ll make sure you’ll love it and crave more even if you like it fast” Jabber said as he spit on Zankas cock and started to pick up his pace, not by much, but his grip was slightly tighter on Zankas dick. He stroked from base to tip, and every once in a while, he’d play with Zankas tip, just to tease.
“Aah!” Zanka let out, completely unintentionally.
Fuck this felt amazing, heavenly even, and it was just a simple handjob, was Zanka really that bad at jerking himself off, or was it the fact that Jabber was doing it, that turned Zanka on even more.
“Oh fuck Zanka let me hear that again, if you keep sounding beautiful like that I’ll let you cum sooner”
Jabber stated as he started to twist while moving up and down, precum starting to flow from Zankas dick becoming a much better lube than spit.
No, no, this doesn’t feel good, this is not what I want, I don’t like this in any wa-“ayngh~” Zanka gasped out, fuck, that was a real moan, oh God no.
“Hah, hah, fuck, Zanka darling, if you keep sounding like that I’ll have to fuck you for real, fuck you till you can’t walk, fuck that stupid “I’m-better-than-you” complex out you, fuck you till you’re stupid and all you can do is moan and beg my name! Keep moaning for me baby, I’ll cum in you as a reward~~”.
“Aaah~ f-fuck, Ja-agngh, Jabb-ahh~!” It was all he could muster out.
“Yes baby, just like that, keep it up and I’ll let you swallow my spill!”
Zanka didn’t want to moan, this was humiliating, but Jabber was now exclusively working on Zankas tip, rolling it, teasing it, and- “Aghhngh Fuck!” Sucking on it?!!
Zanka could feel the “poison” starting to wear off slightly, and he could even manage to move his neck up slightly, where he saw the hottest sight he had ever seen.
Jabber had his back arched, mouth and cheeks hollowed, as he bobbed up and down on Zankas cock.
Zanka was going to die.
With what little might he had, he spread his legs a little further apart, giving Jabber better access. Fuck, he was into this wasn’t he?
“Fuck darling you thought I didn’t notice, you’re a total slut aren’t you, but don’t worry, I love my little slut so much, and that’s the best thing you could have done”
Zanka got impossible harder. Fuck, degrading and praise in one sentence. He felt like it was going to send him over the edge.
Jabber began stroking Zankas cock again, taking extra time with his tip.
Zanka was so close, he was going to lose it, he just needed another word, one more twist of the hand. “hah~, f-fuck fuck fu-uck hayngh~!! S-so c-cl-closeee”!!
Jabber leaned into Zankas ear, close enough to say exactly what Zanka needed to scream and finish. “You are mine do ya hear, and I’ll make you do whatever it is I need to give myself and you all the pleasure I want, I’m gonna be your first for everything, you’re mine, you’re never leaving again”.
“FU-Fuck FUCK, Angh hahh Ja-jayngh-Jabber, JABBER, I’m gonna, I’m gonna, I’m-“
And that was all it took. Never had Zanka came so hard in his life. Zanka rode the high of his orgasm wishing it were Jabbers dick, a simple hand job could do this? He wondered how much better it be when Jabber went all the way. For now, Zankas body stiffened again, like rigamortus setting it, he felt like he was going to pass out.
“Don’t worry babe, I’ll get you home safely, I know you’ll be wanting more later, and I’ll be there for you when you do”
That was the last this he heard before he found himself lying in his room again, the window open for the world. Normally he’d be screaming at the fact that Jabber knew where he lived, how he managed to get past all security, but right now, all he could do was look at the ceiling and think it over.
“Fuck”
Zankas was all red, a blush had creeped in over him think about the previous events of the day. That was so much pleasure, it had to have been an aphrodisiac, had to have been.
“Hah fuck, f-fuck you Jabber”
Zanka was shifting in his pants, trying to tame the now obviously growing problem. He didn’t know how long it had been since the “fight” he and Jabber had, but he could tell that, for the most part, the poison had worn off.
Zanka lowered his hand and slipped it under his pants, fuck he wasn’t doing this again was he, clearly the pleasure had gotten to him, what was once a “gross” and “immature” thing to do to him was now exactly what Zanka was doing to himself, trying to replicate the same movements, trying to recreate the same pleasure.
Zanka knew it was wrong, at least, he thought he did, but god, it had felt so good before.
He slowly lowered his hand to the tent in his pants, before beginning to stroke up and down, up and down, just like before.
Tears perked in the corners of his eyes, this felt so good, so why was it so wrong to him. Zanka tried to remember exactly what Jabber had done earlier, his movements, what he was saying, everything that had made Zanka cum so hard earlier. He started to twist his hand while going up and down, spitting to make a lube, and suddenly, he was back to lying on the ground, helplessly being jerked off by the hottest man he had ever seen in his life.
Maybe it really was just jabber, Zanka could still replicate the feeling, but not as powerful as before, was he doing something wrong?
“Oh yeah, I-i couldn’t move too” remembering the pleasure from before, he lay perfectly straight on his back, imitating a corpse near perfectly. He began to stroke again, but this time, he imagined Jabber doing it, jabber jerking him off while Zanka couldn’t do anything about it… and fuck that’s what did it for him. Suddenly, he his stomach coiled as pleasure rose, just as before, still something missing, but he could actually cum with this.
Before he knew it he was a moaning, sweaty mess, trying desperately to release, fuck just a little more a little more.
He remembered everything Jabber had said to him earlier, how he was almost exclusively working and playing with his tip. Zanka tried to do the same, immediately throwing his head back with the new found intensity. “Ha f-fuck Jabb-er, I’m gonna-“ he was close, close enough to say the name his oppressor, oh his enemy, was he really even his enemy anymore. He was still imagining Jabber being there, jerking him off again, it was obvious he liked him at this point, but he had this intense rage about him that turned Zanka on even more, moaning like a porn star, he never knew he was this vocal.
A few more seconds of playing with his tip, imagining Jabbers low, growl like, hot voice controlling over him, and Zanka threw his head back again, toes curling.
“J-ha-Jabb Jabber, J-JA-bber aghnghh~ Jabber!!!”
And Zanka was a moaning mess, cumming loudly and nearly shaking as he rode his high.
“Yes baby?”
Zanka froze, all pleasure washed out of him as a new looming fear overtook him. He looked around frantically, had he heard that correctly, maybe he was just imagining it, imagining Jabbers voice again…
“No my love, I’m right here, and I’m all real…”
Zanka looked up with wide and frightened eyes, where he met wide but dark magenta eyes in return, something beyond shock laid in his eyes.
“J-ja Jab-bber, did you h-hear all of t-that?!”
Zanka looked so beyond ashamed, fearful of Jabber turning away in disgust, but Jabber stood sqauted in his windowsill, that same devilish grin on his face from before, a grin etched into the soul of Zanka.
“Yes darling, I heard it all, you trying to jerk yourself off pretending it was me, that was so hot…” “it was so hot that, I think I’ll have to reward you, you sounded so delightful, I think I really will have to fuck you for real, how’s that sound baby, you want that?”
Zanka wanted to say no again, but his body betrayed him, nodding uncontrollably and incredibly quickly, fuck he was so desperate.
With that, Jabber lunged towards him, landing on top of him laying on his bed, trapping him with his arms, so close to his face he thought they’d kiss, shit that be hot too.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to think, all you’ll know is me and my name, and all you’ll be able to do is beg and scream for me, all night long babe”. Jabber sounded like the devil, maybe he was, but if this was hell for Zanka, he’d rather stay here than anywhere else.