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Just A Lovely Game Night
A mind left wandering is one that inevitably grows weary it's own confines when left unchecked for too long. It was, or perhaps wasn't, funny to know how the physical body could be restrained, broken with ease and yet it was so much harder, near impossible even, to do the same to a man's imagination. Sure, one could chain and bind him but how could it be made so that man didn't hide inside his own mind and shut out whatever happened in the physical world. A question that had fascinated the twisted and dark psychopath leaning back in his comfortable, cushioned armchair and idly petted the head of the slender man, barely an adult, cowering under the ancient, partially moldy oak desk in the space between his legs, stroking his half hard cock.
Those eyes, windows to the soul as philosophers in the good old days used to say – romantic fools, all of them! - were filled with this defiant mix of hate and fear, making Carter want to break him every time he saw this look on him. And many, many times he did just that, hurting the Youth over and over again and each and every single time he was left on a high that kept him in an amazing mood for days (or what they perceived as days) to come. Frank had behaved well, exceptionally so even, but that look of defiance, this last bit of resistance against the Doctor's treatment, it was just refusing to go away and be replaced by complete and utter submission but, maybe that was a good thing. A completely willing and obedient toy would surely end up discarded, interest lost and left for someone else to pick up. Carter wasn't especially charitable, definitely possessive of things he owned and so, he would prefer for Frank to keep this little spark of resistance within him just a bit longer so he would remain interesting. He was willing to share his belongings from time to time, with selected few friends from the fog but that was about the extend to which his kindness went, if he even possessed any to begin with.
Carter's stroking hand stopped in it's tracks, gripping a fistful of that tousled, dark mess of hair and pulled, forcing his cock down several inches of the Legion's throat. “Get on with it, I'd like to come before the next century begins.” He growled, keeping Frank's head down for several seconds and enjoyed how the tight throat contracted around his cock, the spasms massaging his sensitive flesh in all the right spots as his victim struggled to breathe. He let go of him after a last tug on the soft mess, an unspoken warning to better behave like the good, little slut he was supposed to be, or face severe consequences. To be honest, Carter didn't care either way, enjoyed both scenarios equally and would be happy, delighted even, should Frank chose to be an ungrateful brat since it always involved mind numbing pleasure to just hear this boy scream in agony while he was reprimanded.
He couldn't suppress a grunt when Frank, that little minx, started sucking him in earnest, hollowing his cheeks and humming, the vibrations nearly making him cum in an instant from how much they took him by surprise. “Oh yeah that's it, keep going.” He moaned out, a large, scarred hand going back to the soft curls, resuming it's almost gentle petting. A reward for such a good little whore, granted to him by his mistress, the Entity for being such a precious and perfect hunter within her vast and glorious realm. So naturally, as to the victor go the spoils, he took great care of this new pet he'd been granted and as with any pet, there were some – heh – kinks to work out, behavior to correct if necessary.
Being a ruthless murderer without mercy to spare, save for the occasional sprinkle here and there to keep the prey's hope alive, wasn't an easy task and while he did enjoy being in this twisted and so wonderful realm a great deal, it was taxing for one's body. So really, who could possibly blame him if he indulged himself in stress relief occasionally, when all he did was in an effort to please her? Surely, those with a taste with the finer things in life would appreciate and that was precisely the reason why he had invited the only two men, who could be described similarly (and he hated to use this word) deranged, mad even but they shared common interest in the same...ahem...forms of entertainment he did.
He knew Krueger had attempted something along the lines of what Carter had done with their resident Dreamwalker, failed miserably where he himself had so perfectly succeeded. From what he had been able to gather, he never even got his grubby hands on the delicate Youth who opted to attach himself to the young Jock, this Harrington fella instead of letting himself be turned into something wonderful. Because, truth be told, Quentin was a beautiful, young man bordering gorgeous even if it wasn't for this cocky attitude of his. Oh how he craved to see those baby blue eyes fill with tears as the Teen choked on his enormous...hold that thought, he wasn't permitted, survivors were off limits outside of trials unless they ventured too deep into the fog and even then their deaths had to be swift.
Carter lazily rocked his hips back and forth, watching as his cock went down that tight, wet heat and eventually came with a quiet swear on his lips, forcing the young man choking on his length to swallow every last drop. Frank was such a good toy, as if he'd been born to suck dick with those plump, soft and glistening lips. “Good boy.” he praised, nudging his heel against Frank's crotch just shy of pressing down enough to create friction and in turn pleasure for the Delinquent. “Now go clean up and make yourself presentable. You know what to wear, pet.” He commanded, pulling his chair back to give Frank some space to crawl out from under the desk. Carter gave a last squeeze to that cute ass, the Legion stiffening visibly, before he sent him on his way. They were expecting company soon and Frank, well he would be the main event.
Xxx
With gritted teeth the Legion's Leader, if he could still be called such, stared at the ridiculous outfit Master – no Carter” - had chosen for him to wear tonight. It could barely even be described as clothing with how little the flimsy fabric covered, his reflection showed him just how, for lack of a better word, skimpy this getup was. His thighs, kept free from hair for the Doctor's personal pleasure, were exposed far beyond what Frank was even remotely comfortable with but, as per usual, his objections were overruled or straight up ignored. So, with the prospect of being hurt if he didn't obey this command, Frank found himself wearing a slutty kind of suit, looking like it was ripped straight from a casino themed porn. A black pair of hot pants that barely covered his ass, tightly clinging to his thighs with every step he took, white thigh highs and simple, black dress shoes, a white, cropped button up shirt that left his entire middle exposed, almost up to his sensitive nipples, topped off with an unbuttoned, black vest and a red bow tie. He did look like a slutty version of a male dealer in a Vegas casino.
Frank straightened out the vest, making sure everything was in place and that he was presentable enough for the Doctor's liking. Honestly, Frank thought he looked ridiculous but that asshole would surely love it. How he'd even managed to get his grubby hands on something like this, he didn't even want to know. With a sigh, he neatly folded his original clothes and put them in a locker before making his way back to Carter's office, his steps echoing in the empty institute. He already heard chatter and heartfelt laughter coming from the office, even before entering the damn room. Krueger and Chase, better known as the Nightmare and the Clown to the survivors, were sitting on two chairs Carter had dragged out from...somewhere, drinks and cigars neatly placed on the table in front of them.
“So, gentlemen.” Carter said with a chuckle as he leaned back in his seat, throwing a glance at Frank. “I have already hinted at this when you arrived, but I have a surprise for you.” He motioned for Frank to come in, the Doctor's friends gasping when they took notice of him. “I believe you're acquainted with dear Frank? Well I have taken the liberty...of correcting some of his less desirable traits. He'll be a token of my appreciation for these lovely game nights we have sometimes.” He smiled towards the end, taking a drag from his cigar while the other hand took a firm grasp on Frank's nearly exposed ass. The legion's Leader remained silent, only glaring at his tormentor through gritted teeth when he was dragged to sit on Carter's lap to be groped some more.
“Gotta say Herman, you never fail to spoil us. So can we fuck him? He looks delicious.” the Clown, nearly drooling and idly pawing his rapidly hardening crotch, grunted and took a drag from his own cigar, only to burst into a coughing fit. Krueger grinned from ear to ear and crossed his legs as he leaned back in his seat. “Oh this is gonna be good” he whispered, barely loud enough for them to hear. Frank squirmed in the Doctor's lap, wanting nothing more than to return to Ormond, see the lodge and his friends again. But this Lunatic wouldn't let that happen, not for as long as the Entity allowed him to keep Frank as a pet.
Carter gave his two friends a smile and lightly squeezed Frank's thigh, before patting it and motioning for him to get up. “Well of course, that's why I had him dress up this nicely. Frank, why don't you help Jeffrey here with his...predicament? Then we can focus on our games.” It wasn't a request, that much was clear so the Canadian, feeling sick to his stomach, made his way over to where the Clown sat and kneeled down in front of him. The smell was overwhelmingly intense, even through the protective layer of clothing. Musky, rich of natural scent, slightly sweaty (just a few hours past the need for a shower) and just a hint of saltiness. It wasn't that bad, not the years long unwashed, dirty smell of piss stains and old sweat he had imagined and that was at least a little relief. Although, to be honest, it was a bit like putting a band aid on a gaping, heavily bleeding stab wound that had entrails leaking from it. Not that helpful in the grand scheme of things, but at least nice to have since now he didn't have to worry about potentially choking to death on his own nausea induced vomit while trying to suck this guy's dick.
His fingers felt clammy, shaking as he unbuckled the Clown's belt and freed his cock from the confines of his pants. Carefully, as if to test the waters, Frank took it in his hand to get a feel for the damned thing. It was big, impressive in size even in it's half hard state, thick and thickly veined with a worrying length to it, although it was still just a little shorter than Carter's cock, it certainly had more in terms of girth. He felt his jaw ache at the thought of forcing this inside his mouth. The Killer above him grunted, already impatient for the Canadian to get on with it and start sucking, so Frank took it upon himself to stroke him until he was fully hard, swelling in size so much it made him quiver. The angry, red cock head glistened with pre cum in the white lights from the ceiling, just waiting for Frank's skilled mouth to start it's work. The Youth put his lips on the giant cock first, to see how hard he would have to force his jaw open to even fit it inside.
He managed to get the head in, already straining to keep his mouth open wide enough to avoid his teeth scraping on the sensitive flesh and started to gradually slide it down his throat with ease. It was ridiculous how adapted he'd become to deepthroating in such a short time but, the Doctor had made sure he'd gotten more than enough practice. Greedily, he started bouncing his head on the Clown's girthy length, pushing the veined monster into his throat hard and fast, making the bigger Killer groan and grunt above him. He felt the flesh throb, droplets of precum leaving a salty pang in his mouth as Frank nearly viciously sucked his cock. The thick length easily glided in and out of his hot, wet mouth, making the most obscene sounds each and every time it pushed back inside. A large, meaty hand came down to gently brush through his locks, caressing his scalp and rewarding Frank when he did something especially pleasing.
The Clown groaned quietly, nudging Frank's head all the way down his length until his nose was buried in thick, dark and curly pubes where he was held until the Youth felt his lungs spasm. He hit his fists against the older man's thighs, trying to push himself back but he was weak compared to the other one who so effortlessly kept him all the way down on his monster cock. Frank gagged, his throat contracting in the desperate need for air while the Clown refused to let go, moaning at the way the Legion's twitching muscles massaged his sensitive flesh in just the perfect way. “Oh you toy's good, Herman.” Chase sighed, completely ignoring the desperate struggle for air from the Teen on his knees. Frank struggled to remain conscious, airways blocked by the throbbing flesh down his throat and his nose pressed flat against the curly pubes.
Eventually, just as Frank was about to go slack around his cock, the Clown pulled him off his length, allowing the Teen to draw in much needed breath, coughing violently in between breaths. The veiny monstrosity pressed into his cheek, wetness spreading on his soft skin as the Clown nudged him to start sucking again. Frank took the cock in his hand, idly massaging the flesh while he sucked the tip, trying to milk the cum from the Killer. A soft grunt was the only warning he got, before cum sprayed onto his face and hair, making him gasp in surprise when the milky, slightly translucent mess covered him, some of it dripping onto his collar. “Ooops. Made a mess of your bitch there.” the older Killer chuckled, grabbing Frank by the chin and hoisting him back into a standing position. “Looks good with my spunk on him, though. Now I think you said something about games?” he grunted while pulling the docile Teen in his lap who tried to shy away from the feeling of the now flaccid but still huge member brushing against his naked thighs. He knew this damn thing wouldn't stay so soft for long, if he was any similar to the Doctor.
The Clown's meaty hands were rubbing Frank's crotch through the flimsy layer of clothing, making him squirm and whimper quietly as, instead of what he'd been supposed to do, the Doctor began dealing their cards.
Xxx
His premonition, vague idea or maybe even experience – what ever it was – turned out to be spot on. Frank found himself straddling the Doctor's hips on the desk, that fat cock already balls deep inside his twitching asshole, struggling to relax enough around the girth. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Krueger watching them, his own cock in hand and stroking himself lazily, a dirty grin spread across his nasty, burnt face. Fingers were inside his hole, spreading the tight ring so impossibly wide it hurt. Tears were pricking at the corner of his eyes, the position so damn uncomfortable and the added stretch of two fingers alongside an already massive erection only made it so much fucking worse. He gritted his teeth, eyes squeezed shut in an expression that radiated off nothing but sheer and utter pain because that what it was, nothing but painful to the legion's Leader.
The way he was being stretched felt almost medical, not aimed to bring the Canadian pleasure but to just open him up wide enough for the Clown to get inside too. From behind him, there was a squirting sound and then suddenly Carter's fingers were gone from inside of him and a hand gripped his hip hard. He heard the fat Killer shuffle up behind them, his jiggling belly pressing against Frank's bony backside, cock brushing against his ass and so, he braced himself for it.
The Clown didn't waste any time, just slammed himself inside to the hilt, pubes smashing into his buttocks as Frank screamed from both shock and pain. The lube barely did anything to make it any easier for him, the pain was overwhelming and blinded him for a split second in which he just existed in pure agony before his body, the used and broken thing, so very quickly adapted to the sudden intrusion. The pressure that remained was so intense, felt as if he was filled up to the point of nearly bursting. A dry sob escaped him as he looked down to find a notable bump on his usually flat stomach, the bulge moving slightly when the Doctor adjusted his position to spread him open even further. “Fuck that's tight.” the Clown groaned in his ear, holding his hips in a bruising, nearly crushing grip and started to pull back his hard flesh.
He quickly set a punishing pace of fast, hard and impossibly deep thrusts, jolting both Frank and Carter from the intensity of his violence. Frank collapsed onto Carter's chest after just a few strokes, freely sobbing from the painful stretch, all charade of levelheadedness abandoned as he cried in his master's arms while his ass was ruined by those fat cocks. With every thrust, the hairy belly hit his back, sweat sticking to him and the Clown's nasty breath ghosting down his neck. Whimpering and sobbing, Frank had no strength left in his body to try and force their cocks out, his hole weakly twitching, pathetic spasms rocking his entire being. He was already filled with so much cum, how were they even still able to keep fucking more and more of it into him? Even Krueger, who'd been mostly watching, had spilled two loads on his face already, mostly aiming for his hair and eyes, one of which was so sticky he couldn't open it without risking some of it getting in. Carter's hands were suddenly grabbing his cheeks, spreading them apart to give the other one easier access as he was speared open, brutally fucked into his Master's chest. The girthy lengths inside him scraped on his abused, sore walls, the Clown's cock smashing into his sweet spot with such perfect accuracy that, even through all the pain, Frank couldn't help but wail, his own dick leaking a steady stream of pre cum onto Carter's abs. It was squashed between their bodies, the constant rocking from behind creating the perfect kind of friction that made him babble nonsense after only a few more moments. What he was begging for, he wasn't sure. More? To stop it? It had to be one of the two, the constant struggle between pain and pleasure nearly impossible to keep track of with how fast one was overtaking the other. The nearly endless switching was making his head spin, a thin layer of sweat covering his entire body when he finally felt bock cocks throb violently inside of him.
Carter spilled his seed first, making the bulge spasms and swell just the tiniest bit before he pulled his cock out and shoved his fingers back inside to keep it nice and tight for the Clown, who grunted something along the lines of a thanks. He hammered into Frank, abandoning all care and caution to slam himself inside so much it nearly broke the damn table and the Canadian suffered for it, his ass abused and ruined, reddened form the forcefulness of those thrusts and the belly colliding with him each and every time the Clown rammed his fat knob back in. Even with only one cock remaining, the stretch was agonizing at the brutal pace he set, as if Frank was only a piece of nice ass and there wasn't a person attached to aforementioned ass.
Carter's free hand was stroking him, an almost gentle feeling compared to the brutal ramming from behind that had him a sobbing mess. He was guided through his own orgasm, at the same time the Clown filled him up and spilled his seed impossibly deep inside. Frank's cum painted the Doctor's dark chocolate skin, a stark contrast between the two. For a moment, Frank was allowed to just breathe, ride out the high of cumming for the first time this night while cocks and fingers were removed from his gaping hole, a steady stream of cum leaking from what was so damn ruined. But the short moment of rejuvenating himself, catching his breath, was interrupted by something pushing the cum straight back in his ass.
A hard plug made of metal was firmly lodged in there, a little diamond at the end sparkling under the bright ceiling lights. Frank whimpered at the intense pressure, his whole having a touch time to close around the foreign object. Carter, after having come down from his own orgasm, grinned at the Youth as he sat up and forced a bruising kiss on him, Frank squeaking at the sudden tongue inside his mouth. The plug firmly kept the cum from flowing out, the gross mixture of lube and spunk squelching in his abused guts as the Doctor pulled away from him with a huff.
“Well I believe I have made my point in proving what a great fuck toy little Frankie here is, so shall we continue with our games and fuck him again after we've all had a break? Fred we can try putting all three inside next, if you want to.” Krueger hummed at the proposal, still grinning from ear to ear like a child on Christmas. “I'm sure this little slut can take us all.” he chuckled, picking up his cards again. “But I wanna beat your ass at poker first. I just know you're cheating, Doc.”
The night continued, horrors awaiting for one while there was just mind blowing pleasure for three others, one of which may or may not be cheating at card games. That one, only Carter (and the Entity) knew for sure.