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It's been a couple days since Butch entered the bunker and got “captured” by the cultists… But if he was being honest, captured was a strong word. Sure, when he initially entered this place, he did so in hopes of getting a couple extra bucks of some random war items… but he never expected to find anyone alive in there.
They were quite hostile at first, tying his hands up and dragging him to their leader, but now that he has been here for a bit, it wasn't really that bad… at least it wasn't anything he didn't get used to already.
What he wasn't used to however was the sheer amount of attention he was getting from everyone. It felt… inviting… even if some of the cultists tried to get handsy with him.
He quickly shot down all the attempts though. As much as he wanted to fuck, he didnt feel comfortable with anyone here knowing his little secret.
Butch mostly stuck with hanging around their leader, Johnny, for that matter. He seemed more down to earth and normal compared to the others.
Even during the “sermons” he stuck with him, sitting in the back, watching it all happen.
It was truly a bizarre sight to him, because even though he was used to the sight of blood and injury, seeing them all cut their arms at the same time was something else.
They tried to get him to join, but he didn't really want to spill his blood for whatever they were worshipping.
But all of this changed today.
Butch woke up even more tired than usual. He felt… hot and more nasty than usual.
To confirm his suspicions he went to an empty room and took off his boxers, just to find a brand new red stain on the bottom.
Great.
He didn't want anyone seeing him like this, so he quickly put them back on and tried to join everyone else like nothing happened.
But it felt. Different.
Their gazes lingered on him for longer and they seemed… hungry.
Safe to say he chose to stick by johnny today. His stomach was already starting to cramp too, so he really didn't wanna deal with that stuff.
But of course life had a different idea
“Are you hurt?”
The sudden question caught Butch entirely off guard, making him make a confused “huh?” Sound.
“I asked if you're hurt. You seem extremely tired and I can smell fresh blood on you.”
Butch looked at Johnny, his eyes looked like he was scanning him for injuries
“Yea dont worry im gonna be fine, i guess i just got a little sick or something. Nothin to worry about”
He didn't feel ready. He didn't want to tell him this yet.
“if you say so, but remember you can tell me anything.”
Butch sighed
“I know, I know…”
As the day went on his cramps only got worse and worse. Normally, at this point, he would have one of his bigger cats laying on him and acting as a warmer, but he did go to the bunker solo… and even if, he didn't think the cat would survive if Lenny saw it.
So now he was just stuck sitting and clenching his stomach until the feeling hopefully goes away. He was so done with this already. if he could he would just rip that stupid thing out of hi-
“Butch. Tell me what's wrong. Now.”
Johnny gently placed his hand on Butches shoulder.
“You look like you're gonna pass out any second and you smell even more like blood. Tell me what's going on, I'm worried.”
“Listen, it's nothing. Seriously.”
Johnny's eyes narrowed as he moved to wrap his arms around and pull Butch into a hug.
At that moment, Butch panicked, extending his arms quickly to put some space between them. As he did so, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, cursing under his breath and quickly clutching his stomach again.
“Nothing, huh?”
Johnny said sarcastically as he hugged Butch properly.
“Now tell me what's happening. If I don't know what's going on, I can't help you.”
Butch bit his lower lip slightly and burrowed his face into the other man's shoulder.
“Listen… It's just something that happens like once a month or something… my stomach hurts and I start bleeding. It goes away like a few days later, I'm gonna be fine.”
Johnny was completely dumb founded and was waiting for Butch to elaborate.
“Normally I just spend the first day with one of my cats laying on me and warming my stomach up, that helps a lot to get rid of the pain.”
“... Bleeding and stomach pain? You mean like a period?”
Butch burrowed his face into johnny even harder
“Man, I don't know. I don't even know what a period is. All I know is that it hurts like someone was trying to scrape the inside of my stomach and that my boxers are gonna be stained again.”
Johnny placed his hands on Butches back and hugged him tightly. I mean, it would make sense if he was having his period, especially with all the symptoms… and the smell… but to his knowledge, Butch was a guy.
He kissed Butches head and patted his back
“You know, if it is what i think it is, i could possibly help with the pain.”
Butch perked up and faced johnny
“I mean, sure! Anything that helps this is great. I can't STAND the pain sometimes.”
Johnny chuckled seeing Butches reaction and gave him a few playful kisses on his face
“alright pretty boy, take off your pants”
Butch blinked with confusion on his face and looked around the room and then back at the other man
“you mean… right here? right now?”
“Is there an issue with that?”
“Is there- of course there is! there's like, people coming in and out of this place all the tim-”
At that moment a cultist entered the room, took something and left like nothing happened.
“SEE??? i dont want… i dont want anyone to see me like this.”
Johnny sigh as he called over some of the lackeys, helping him lift up his massive brain and start to crawl,
“I get it, I know a place they won't bother us at. Follow me”
Butch got up, still clutching his stomach and went right after Johnny. On the way they passed plenty of cultists and Butch couldn't help but notice them staring at him. This made him immediately ask if the other man knew anything about this
“Well… They can smell you, you know?”
Johnny said while settling on what was probably the only big bed in the entire bunker,he commanded the lackeys to leave them alone for right now. Butch followed right after, sitting closely in front of him
“What do you mean?”
“You smell differently than normally. It's more… noticeable. And in a way inviting.”
Johnny moved closer to Butch, putting his arms around him and whispering in his ear
“It makes me want to make you mine and only mine. To be the only one who can experience and admire your beautiful body”
He licked Butches neck, sending shivers down his spine and he retrieved back to his spot right after, leaving a very flustered Butch right where he was
“now, if you want me to help, you need to pull your pants off and come closer to me”
Butch snapped out of the state he was in, sighed and rolled his eyes while scratching the back of his neck
“Fine, but don't laugh or anything, alright?”
“I promise I won't.”
Butch unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off without much hesitation, but it took him a minute to ditch his very much blood stained boxers to the side and get closer to Johnny
Johnny just hungrily looked at his soft legs and tummy sticking out of his shirt… and of course, his pussy. His giant bush, already covered in fresh blood, all for him to witness.
He ordered Butch to get closer to him before grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss that lasted until they both ran out of breath. During it Johnny slowly moved his hands lower and lower until they were resting on Butches hips.
“Im gonna start ok? If you don't like it, just tell me and i will stop”
“yea yea I got it…”
Johnny noticed Butches tone and placed one of his hands back on the other mans cheek. He kissed him while gently stroking his T-dick. He absolutely loved the way Butch softly moaned as he did so.
When he started to move his fingers lower, caressing his folds, Butch pulled away from the kiss to look at what he was doing. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks looked bright red.
Johnny chuckled softly as he didn't even put his fingers into Butch yet and he already looked like a mess.
He slowly inserted his fingers into Butches pussy, watching him squirm as he did so. He looked away as Johnny slowly moved his fingers around. He didn't want to admit it, but in a way he hated this. He wanted an actual dick, not a hole
But the man was also surprisingly tight, Johnny was barely able to stick 2 of his fingers in him.
Johnny jokingly asked if Butch ever had someone enter him in this way before, fully expecting that he did and that he was just like that
But instead the other man just looked to the side and bit his lower lip a little before sighing.
“I mean, I did put my fingers in a few times… but I never did it in this hole with someone else…”
This info made johnny blush a lot as he realized he was the first one to probably touch this beautiful hole. This caused a new wave of confidence to hit him like a truck, as he started hitting spots around his pussy to find a weak one he could target and exploit.
It didn't take him long at all to find what he was looking for, as the other man made it incredibly obvious with his moans and the tightening of his walls around his fingers.
Johnny repeatedly hit his weak spot, causing Butch to whine and beg for more. When he also added stroking his cute little Tdick into the mix, it took no time for Butch to cum while moaning his name
As Butch was recovering from what just happened, Johnny gently pulled his fingers out of him. They were completely covered with fresh blood, which stuck to his skin.
As he made sure Butch was watching, he brought it to his face and started licking his hand clean. The blood tasted amazing to him, it was very different from the normal blood sacrifices he got, especially the thickness of the liquid.
And as much as Butch wanted to feel completely disgusted by the act, he did find it slightly arousing as well
“Is your stomach feeling better?”
Johnny asked in the middle of licking the remainder of the blood from his fingers
Butch completely forgot about the pain during the act, whether it be because it stopped hurting or he was too distracted, but at this moment the pain has definitely subsided by quite a large margin.
“Yea i guess so… and man i was so ready to punch you if this didnt work”
Butch chuckled and fell on his back, ready to call it a day, before he felt himself get pulled back by his shirt
“Did I let you rest yet? I'm still not satisfied. Now, sit on my face”
“...huh???”
“I said sit on my face. You still have a lot of blood i would gladly clean up”
Butch still looked dumbfounded as hell. He never did this kind of stuff.
“Youre not gonna deprive your king of a blood sacrifice he deserves, right?”
He met Johnny's gaze and breathed out
“Alright, but you gonna have to lead the way and tell me if im doing it right”
Johnny nodded with a smirk, getting himself positioned in a way that would let Butch sit on him easily.
He instructed the other man to stand up and move right over his head. As he did so, at least one droplet of blood hit Johnny's face, making him even more aroused than he was.
He couldn't wait to dig into that sweet hole with his tongue, so as soon as Butch finally sat on him properly he got to work.
He squeezed and massaged his thighs as he started licking Butches bloodied hole. He was fast and calculated, already knowing his weak spot.
Butch couldn't help but moan and whine at the feeling of a wet tongue ravaging his special place. Out of instinct he also started to touch his tdick, doing anything that would give him even more stimulation.
It didn't take him long to cum again, but the fun wasn't over just yet. Johnny didn't intend to let him go until he was out of blood to give him.
Butch was caught off guard when Johnny immediately went back to work after he came. His sounds became more desperate as he was even more sensitive now and his reactions got worse and worse with each time. By the time Johnny instructed him to get up a little so he could catch his breath, the other man was shaking and breathing heavily, with happy tears coming out of his eyes.
This was fun but finally he could res- or not as after a short while Johnny pulled him right back where he was and went back to work, even stronger than before. Hell, Butch didn't even think it was possible but the guy brushed his tongue against the entrance of his womb, sending shivers down his spine.
By the time they were actually done, Butch was a complete and utter mess, repeating Johnny's name over and over in between moans and desperate whimpers. When Johnny finally let him stand up, he immediately collapsed right next to him on the bed, recovering from the whole ordeal.
It took Johnny a bit to adjust himself, but when he did, he immediately pulled Butch into a hug. The area around his mouth was still entirely covered in blood, which felt like a trophy of what he had just done
“so, how are we feeling?~”
“Good… But really tired…”
Butch said, before closing his eyes and starting to purr softly. This did catch Johnny off guard, but he didn't want to do anything in fear he would stop. After all he looked so… peaceful, his chest rising and falling as he just laid there.
And as much as Johnny wanted to keep watching him sleep until he eventually woke up, he did have to take care of the cult. After he made sure Butch was fast asleep, he got himself out of the hug somehow and covered the other man with an old blanket they had down there.
He gave him one last kiss on his forehead, leaving a bloodstain on it, before heading out of the room.
At least trying to, as the thing he immediately saw after opening the door was a bunch of cultists jerking it to their sounds.
It was definitely an interesting day.