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Boom County had been catching the attention of Steven as of recently. Being all knowing would make a person think that there wasn’t anything to be interested about, other than the time travel that had been going on. Steven was interested in that, yes, but it doesn’t consume his mind nearly as much as a resident of the county itself. Not the reanimated cat-human corpse, nor the zombie, not the mad scientist, not the gay man, nor the animal rights activist. No. A homeless man has caught his eye. A man that flirts with the barely present Cat Lady, the one who has been storing people in dumpsters, the one that has been training cats to rob people. Yes, that homeless man, Butch.
It had started as something simple. A fascination. He’d watch the man from the clouds, staring down as he got more collars from Paw Mart, or watch as he trained a new cat on how to wield a gun, how the cat’s paws fumbled with it, time and time again, yet Butch somehow got the thing with no thumbs, able to wield, and shoot the gun. How was that even possible? A cat with no thumbs, able to hold a gun steady, and shoot it. Steven could go into detail, but that would be a bore, the main point being that, Butch was different from the other residents in Boom county. The only one who caught Steven’s eye not in annoyance, but fascination.
It was a day like any other for Butch, and it was a day like any other for Steven. Watching the residents of Boom County, or just one resident. Butch.
The man was currently leaning against the dumpster he usually resides at when he’s waiting for one of his cats to return after he sent them to do something. Robbing people, stores, or sometimes kidnappings. Steven has seen most of, if not all of it. He did not mind rewatching the same tedious tasks, no. It is mildly entertaining. Besides, the eye candy he was getting right now had made up for any of the bore factor.
It was hot, the June heat was killer, nearly in the 90s. Butch was sweating up a storm, being broke resulting in lacking basic essentials, soap, lotion, perfumes, and most of all? Deodorant. While that may just seem like a problem of not smelling bad, one function of deodorant is an antiperspirant, which reduces sweat. Without it, that fleshy body would try to sweat to keep itself cool. A simple thing while useful in the past, was nothing more of an annoyance to this man now. He had taken off his shirt because of such a problem. Normally, Steven isn’t a fan of the human form. The muscular ones looked like they were about to pop, their veins sticking out against the tissue, one paper cut could make them bleed out if deep enough. The fat ones weren’t of his type either, reminded him too much of something like a pool toy, or a pile of slime.
Butch, somehow, was right in the middle. A soft gut, not big enough to be considered obese, but enough to stick out slightly from over his black jeans, arms just muscular enough so that you only notice the definition when he moves them a certain way which causes them to strain. And the man’s chest. Oh his chest, that had to be the best part. Not flabby, but firm looking. The type you could cup in your hands, and feel the muscle beneath, covered by that thin layer of fat, which would make them soft in Steven’s hands. The sweat only adds to it, making that body glisten, and shine. Like something valuable.
Steven wasn’t fond of the idea of intimacy, but perhaps, he could make an exception for one good looking mortal. What was the worst that could happen anyways? Some.. Self indulgent behavior for once wouldn’t kill him, on the other hand, it was very much needed! Being an anticheat system was a hard job.
Steven lets himself melt down from the clouds, oozing onto the floor like rain, making a puddle behind the man, before rising from it. The puddle gets smaller and smaller as more of him takes form. Eventually it disappears beneath his feet. Now, being this close, Steven approaches. Getting close enough, he puts some of his weight against Butch’s back, then a hand on his waist. Butch jumps at the touch, immediately turning his head back to see who is touching him, only to be greeted with an all black figure. “..Ever heard of taking me out to dinner first?” He mumbles, staring at the other. “Awfully handsy for a..” He pauses, not sure what to call the.. Person? Human? Thing? Looking at him. “...Thing.” Steven only grins, his smile getting a bit melty as he gets more excited. The man he’s been watching for weeks, finally in his hands. He can't get too excited now. He still has to ask permission first! Despite being what might be considered a god, he has standards! His name is Steven, not Zeus, for crying out loud.
“Heard you’ve been having what you humans consider a dry spell.” He trails one of his hands forward. Ignoring the black goo that was left on Butch’s belly, it will go back to him eventually either way. “I was maybe thinking.” He lets his palm rest on Butch’s belly, enjoying the feeling of the hair on his palm. “I could help with that.” He leans in closer with his head. The other hand cups Butch’s cheek.
Butch can only blink as he feels the cold, slimy feeling of this thing on him. From the voice, he can guess this thing is male. He isn’t gay, but the offer is enticing. He had been in a dry spell for the past few months, it's rather hard to get laid when homeless. Too broke for a hooker, and everyone else is too scared of STDs for them to lay with him. While Butch can’t blame them for being wary, he’s been wishing for a moment like this. Where someone just as desperate approaches him. He would’ve preferred a woman, or let alone a human, but this thing seems to be sentient, and be in the figure of a human. It works. “Oh could you?” He plays into what the other has started, leaning to them, feeling their liquidly form suddenly get firm under the slight weight of his body leaning into it. “I think I’d rather enjoy that.”
Steven immediately once given permission, lets go of Butch, only to fully envelop him. That black goo covering his form, this was only temporary, just a way of transporting him to the box he had constructed in the back of a not too far away alley.
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Once there, his body spits Butch out, not without taking something first, the man’s bottoms, leaving him naked, besides his mask. It adds to the charm in his opinion, it would be almost criminal to take it off.
Butch hits the soft floor with a small oof sound, then, he looks up at the other. The environment is strange, more of its faces, all staring, all smiling, while unnerving, the thought of being helpless against this thing makes his cock jolt up. His legs are slightly spread, he’s leaning on his elbows. “You take homeless men here often? Or am I lucky?” He grins, then lets one of his hands hold his cock. “Weren’t you going to help me with something?”
Steven drops to his knees, letting his body sink into the floor like a fluid. Butch looks confused, but jumps as the man forms above him, his hands on each side of Butch’s head. “Suppose I was.” He smiles again, then pulls Butch into a kiss. Butch reciprocates it, the hand on his cock goes to Steven’s back. His eyes close as he opens his mouth, letting the other's tongue in his mouth, while he goes to explore the others. Steven’s tongue glides over the man’s teeth, inside of his cheeks, then sucks the other man’s tongue.
Using the kiss to taste him, but also preoccupy him, Steven lets another pair of hands go on Butch’s chest. Squeezing, and kneading the firm flesh. Feeling it squish delightfully in his palms, something cold hits them. Jewelry, the man's nipples are pierced. It's just as satisfying as he would’ve hoped despite the coldness. His face, and the floor’s face grin as they hear the noise that comes from Butch at the squeeze. A low groan against Steven’s mouth. Something he’d normally be repulsed at, but something so… addicting, coming from the other man.
Steven lets some of the goo from his hands seep onto Butch, it gathers around lines in the skin, beneath his pecs and between them, then, it begins to take a more solid form. A harness, something to decorate that already pretty chest. While Steven could see Butch from every angle in this room, he pulls back from the kiss to get a view from right in front of him. The man laid out, prettied up. “Delightful, really.” He mumbles, then pinches one of the man’s nipples. Which earns him another groan. “So pretty, for someone who lives on the streets, you look like a model. I'm surprised no one has snatched you up before me.” Butch flushes at that.
He feels his body being moved, the floor itself is moving him more upwards, leaning him against a wall, then raising his arms, in which a rope forms around his wrists, binding them together. “Into some crazy shit huh? Just be careful of the jewelry, that shit is expensive.” Butch grins at the other again, pressing his chest out slightly, it gets a reaction. Steven starts crawling closer, only stopping once face to face with the other. “I make no promises.” He sits on Butch’s thighs, his hands go to rub Butch’s sides.
Butch feels another pair of hands go back on his chest, then a head lean on his shoulder. Another one of the things is now playing with his nipples. He feels his head spin as he tries to understand what's going on, but the addicting feeling of that pressure makes it hard to focus. The other Steven rubs two fingers on the man’s nipples, while the other hand pinches them. He looks over, and sees the white face grinning, and drooling. He looks back forward and sees Steven on his thighs jerking a newly formed cock between its legs.
He groans and closes his eyes, leaning his head back. Sure, this was weird, two... Things are the same, getting him off, but it feels great.
Steven forms another one of himself to suck on one of the man’s nipples, it forms up from the floor, and puts one of its hands on Butch’s side to steady itself, right over one of Steven's other hands. Then it latches on, sucking gently, yet hard enough that it the nipple pebbles, and becomes easier to pleasure. Soon, another one forms, its head leaning on Butch’s thigh, its hand wrapped around Butch’s cock.
“Look at how whorish you are under a few hands.” All of them talk at once. While Steven normally didn’t do such things, and talked as one being, it was fun messing with a mortal. Especially one as attractive as this, the very same one who is coming undone under his touches. Under all of his hands, his mouths, under him. It's addicting seeing Butch’s face and body turn red, to see it pinken, and heat up. To feel it shudder, to hear to moan.
Butch opens his eyes, confused at the multiple voices, but sees the group of four Stevens looking back at him. He just closes his eyes again, and lets himself thrust into the mouth around his cock. He can feel himself getting close.
The steven between his legs stands up, and walks through the others. His legs phase with them like they aren’t there. The ‘liquid’ that makes all of them just combine back together if touched, and separate back into a leg shape as he takes a step closer. Steven grabs Butch’s face with one hand, and jerks off harder with the other.
He lets himself loose, cumming first. His spunk hits Butch on the face, making him open his eyes in shock as he feels the warm liquid hit his face. Butch then whines, and arches his back. Cumming right into the mouth that was sucking him off.
Then, he passes out.