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Danny can't believe it. One second he's desperately trying to jerk himself while a vampire is using his neck as a personal juice package, the next he's laying on the damp ground of the forest in the fog with a still throbbing sensation between his legs. His injuries of the unwanted death are gone but the unsatisfied itch stayed. Great.
He picks himself up, fixing his cloak before moving forward into the fog covering the landscape. He doesn't have his own realm meaning he has nowhere to go to take care of his building problem. Usually he crashes wherever he is at the moment, mostly in the Ormond Resort or Dead Dawg Saloon as the killers there are pretty chill with him hanging around, but right now he's not even sure where he is. The Fog makes navigation pretty complicated if the Entity isn't helping which seems to be the case. Danny always has been the favorite but right now the spider god in the sky isn't reacting to his thoughts wanting a way out. Instead he swears he heard a clicking laugh echoing from between the branches as if the forest itself was mocking his misery.
Wherever he turns there's nothing but fog and trees. Even the ground disappears under a gray layer. More than once his feet get stuck at roots or mysterious imperfections. The only thing keeping him moving are the whispers egging him on, telling him filthy things which springs directly into his dick whenever he thinks it's over.
After what feels like an hour of wandering around aimlessly, Danny can't do it anymore. He's semi hard, his erection rubbing against his pants with each step flaring new desire. With his patience running thin and not a single person in sight who could witness his low, he leans against a tree.
His mask falls to the ground. His hands fiddle with his many belts, curses tumbling from between his lips silenced by his glove he put into his mouth for safety reasons. Even though he hasn't seen anyone lurking around, he doesn't want to take any risks of someone ending up hearing him. Sure, he has a record of hiding in places to watch other people while silently getting off on his findings and pictures but those were other circumstances. Now he doesn't have a closet or locker door to hide his guilty pleasure behind.
Finally freeing his cock from his clothed prison, he wastes no time. The feeling of his glove frantically pumping is almost heavenly. His eyes fall shut and he leans back against the tree. No more stupid vampire keeping him from finishing what he so desperately craves. No more holding back because he can't breathe. Fuck this stupid realm and fuck the Entity for stranding him in the middle of who knows where while he hasn't had recovered from the sensation from being bitten dead.
Perhaps he shouldn't have thought the last part too loudly because as if the spider god heard his frustration, someone closed in without Danny realizing. Mostly because all his brain could think about was the promise of sweet relief.
Yet he didn't get that far. Again.
A hand suddenly closes around the arm which he uses to jerk himself off, almost crushing it with ease. Danny jumps at the contact, eyes flying open. He was so wrapped up in his urgency that he didn't even hear someone coming up to him. And now it's too late.
In front of him, face covered by the usual bone mask, stands no other than Trapper. It's hard to judge what he's thinking with his features covered but the bone crushing grip tells the Ghostface that the older killer surely isn't pleased to find him jerking off in the woods. Speaking of, what is the hunk of a man even doing here?
"You really can't help it, eh? What made ya think jerking off in distance of my residence is a good idea?" The killers voice cuts through the last lust driven daze, making a cold shudder run down Danny's back.
His residence? Oh no. Suddenly the woods looked way too familiar to Danny. This was near the MacMillan Estate, no question. He swears it wasn't like this just a minute ago. Did the Entity seriously shift the realm when he closed his eyes just to mess with him? She set him up! This stupid b-
Before he can continue that thought, Evan clenches his hand around the Ghostface's neck, lifting him up against the tree until they are on eye level. Instinctively Danny let's go of his still hard cock to grab onto the muscular arm instead struggling against its grip. Unbelievable how he's finding himself in the same position twice in what can't be more than two hours, only now with his hard dick out instead of in his pants. At least he knew what Dracula wanted. But with Evan.. it's hard to say taking the leader wasn't a man you wanted to mess with.
"You made a big mistake, boy"
"Mhmmpf" was the only thing Danny manages to get out from behind the glove, regretting having taken it into his mouth this very moment. The genius idea suddenly became the thing that could lead to his second death of the day. Not his proudest achievement. He can't shit talk himself out of this one now.
"You really didn't think this through" The Trapper almost chuckles as Ghostface continues to struggle against his iron grip. What makes things worse is that he notices the others eyes wandering from his face down to where he doesn't want them to look. When he clenched his legs shut though, Evan removes his hand from his arm to instead force his thighs back open. "None of that" he moves between Danny's legs awfully close to rubbing against him but not doing it. A frustrated whine escapes Danny which the older man of course takes notice of. It was too obvious not to.
"Don't tell me this gets ya going"
Like a traitor his dick jumped when the grip on his neck tightened, thumb pressing against his windpipe in . Cold sweat runs down Danny's face as Trapper leans even closer into his face. A moment later he leans back to rip out the glove of the younger man's mouth, discarding it on the ground. "Tell me, why were you lurking around my home desperately taking care of yourself"
"I swear the Entity put me here when I wasn't looking! I wasn't trying to-"
"To what? Have me find you mid fun?" Evan cuts him off tilting his head. His mask can't hide his smirk as he watches Danny turns a dark shade of red even strawberries would be jealous of.
"... No"
"Well too bad it still happened. Now what should I do with ya" he pretends to think, tapping his finger against his masked cheek to mock the killer in his grasp further.
"Just let me go and I'll be on my way" Danny grumbles, stopping his attempts to get free as it only wastes his energy. But Evan isn't done mocking his situation. "With this little problem if yours? I don't think so"
"Come on, I said I'm sorry"
"Yet you don't act like it. You break into my territory, blame it on the Entity and try to get out of it as soon as you get caught. You know what I think"
"What?" Danny asks confused, having a terrible feeling of where the conversation is headed. And once again his gut feeling proves to be right.
"You wanted to get caught finally"
"What, no!"
The thought alone felt wrong. Getting caught? That's only happening when he wants it and this was definitely one of those times.
"Oh really. Then why are you reacting like this" Trapper points out his hand moving down over the black robe stopping just above his semi hard cock which jumps when he flicks against it. Danny bites back a groan as Trapper's cold hand ghosts up and down his member, fighting back snapping at the person who holds his ability to breath in their hands. Instead he takes a deep breath, as deep as he can with the restrictions at least, and takes a more diplomatic approach. "Listen, I just wanted to take care of this after having a shitty trial with Dracula. Nothing more"
"Dracula? Since when are there two killers in a trial" Evan inquires, removing his hand much to the distress of Danny.
"I don't know. Maybe the Entity grew bored again, who knows"
"Well then she's not the only one" Trapper's smirk grows into a full grin as he licks his lips, "It's been a hot minute since I had a proper way to let off steam"
Danny's brain needs a hot second to catch up with the implications but once it does his eyes become wide. "Wow wow wow you're not thinking what I think you are, right?" He gulps but Evan tightening his grip and stepping back between his legs until his pants touch his exposed erection tell him all he needs to know before the leader confirms his fear.
"Oh I definitely am" he grins, ripping a bloody cloth from his belt and shoving it into Danny's mouth before the younger killer realizes what's going to happen.
"Mhpf-" he tries to speak, talk his way out of the situation somehow but no words leave his mouth. He tastes the old blood from the fabric, nearly gagging at the fullness in his mouth. Too deep for his liking. Too full and restricting.
"It's time you learn a lesson about sneaking into other people's place uninvited, Mr Johnson"
Danny can't help but buck against the other killers as he rubs his crotch against his exposed cock, creating a delicious friction making Danny painfully hard once again. Evan takes his time letting his hand wander over Danny's chest, groping his nipples through the fabric while he acts like he's deciding what to do with the man in his grasp. After a few moments he seemingly makes up his mind, ripping off the Ghostface's pants like it's nothing.
Finally, he unbuttons his own pants, tugging out his own girthy cock. It's a bit bigger than average and slightly curved. Danny gulps audibly at the thought of it inserted up his asshole but there's no way out now. Evan was clearly excited, stroking his dick lazily all while Danny is left to suffer in silence.
As soon as it's standing tall, Evan pulls out a small bottle from his shirt pocket. Pulling of the cab with his teeth and spitting it onto the ground, he nudges Danny to lift his ass with his knee, squirts a generous amount onto his asshole and then his own cock. The coldness of the lube makes his muscle clench around nothing. A quiet whine draws the attention of Evan from his mission back to the killer's face. "Oh don't be like that. You want to cum?" Danny nods frantically until the hand around his throat tightens as a warning. "Then quit whining and maybe I'll let you after I'm done with ya. Deal?"
"Mhmmpf plfhhh" was all the Ghostface could get out. All the encouragement Evan needed.
He keeps the younger man against the tree, patting his thighs to get him to open them wider. With the free hand he spreads Danny's cheeks, admiring the tightness of what he'll be working with. Taking his sweet time he rubs his hard cock between the others cheeks and around the ring. He didn't see the need in any preparation, forcing his dick into Danny when the man was too busy whimpering with his eyes closed.
The sudden pain makes Danny scream, muffled by the rag. He has some experiences when it comes to other man, both in his past life and the handful of times he fucked people in the realms in return for favors like letting them escape but rarely he had been on the bottom end of the deal.
Slowly the cock pushes in. Inch by inch it glides along his tight walls, the curve creating an even heavier sensation. The pressure was almost too much yet still on the more enjoyable side of painful. And the pain itself let his own cock twitch and leak with pre cum. His own body was betraying him, cold sweat running down his forehead as more incoherent sounds tumble from him into the cloth. Instead of wanting to get away his hips itched into the intrusion, rocking into each movement in an almost desperate manner until it's all the way in.
Evan takes a moment to breath and get used to the sensation. He missed this, having something to take out all the building stress of the last few weeks. Something other than his hand or Phillip. The younger killer took him all so well, greedily squirming on his cock begging for more friction.
And that he will receive.
Not bothering to take it slow any longer, Trapper bottoms out only to hammer back in with a increasingly brutal pace. Danny screams and moans in pain and pleasure, torn between begging for it to stop or get more. The sound of skin slapping against skin drowns the groans of the Trapper the longer this goes on.
Meanwhile, Danny is barely able to think straight. His thoughts circle endlessly between pain and wanting more, especially as the pressure in his own abdomen rises. He's drooling behind the cloth, tearing closer to the edge just as Evans movement grows more and more sloppy. The speed slows down, wavering until he comes to a halt buried deep inside Ghostface. A twitch is all the younger killer gets as a warning before Evan cums. Waves off hot liquid burn against Danny's walls. He's unable to escape the onslaughter, forced to ride out the pleasure until Trapper is nice enough to pull him off the now deflating cock.
The sudden loss makes him whine though his head doesn't get the memo, still reeling in the carousel of emotions. Only when a cold, lubricated hand wraps around his cock, making him buck into it as his release approaches fast. The next thing he knows is his orgasm crashing over him, leaving him almost boneless in the killers grasp. It takes him a couple of deep breaths to somewhat get back to function normally.
Once his heart finally stops beating out of his chest and his mind stopped spinning, he takes in his state. His thighs are sticky, cum leaking out of his aching asshole onto the dirt bellow. Evan surprising hasn't left the moment he was done, instead fixing up his pants as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, Danny is trying to get his balance back, leaning against the tree like a lifeline. He spits out the soggy, disgusting rag, whipping the drool from his mouth with the back of his hand. "I swear, if you tell anyone about this.." the threat stays unfinished as Trapper let's out a belly laugh. "About what? That you whimper like a bitch in heat when a real man fuck ya brains out?" Ghostface growls but swallows what he truly wanted to say. His legs are jelly and the Trapper just pulled his cleaver from out of a tree where it has been stuck the whole time. Probably not a smart move to start a fight now.
Instead he works on pulling his stuff back together, collecting his gloves and mask from the ground after getting his pants back on. At least they weren't shredded.
"Do you need me to bring ya somewhere?" Evan requires, stuffing the empty lube bottle into his pocket. Danny shakes his head but either the leader didn't notice or didn't care as the next second he lifts the younger killer up and carries him through the woods.
"Where are you taking me?"
"My place. Don't think you would make it any further like that" he takes notice of the sour expression which Danny is making as well as the slight wince whenever his arm presses into the others bottom too much. "Don't worry, I got a nice warm shower so you can clean yourself"
At this point Danny gave up, sinking into the embrace while strictly staring into the dark sky above, cursing the Entity who has gotten him into this mess. He didn't care about the consequences. He was tired, starting to get hella sore and didn't want to stay at the MacMillan Estate with the leader, especially after getting fucked by the brute. But no matter his anger, there was no way to get away. At least he would get a shower after everything..