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“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds,
wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men,
for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”
- T. E. Lawrence
Unknown Location, 1987
It was all just a game, he knew.
The kind of game where you couldn’t tell when it began and when it ended, with no set rules, clearly defined criteria for winning, or even participants. The playing field was a different one each time, and Venom only realized that he had entered one when it was already too late. Not like he would have turned around, knowing about it in advance.
The Diamond Dogs were busy these days, and the leader of the pack most of all. Every once in a while, a mission that sounded innocuous enough – these were few and far between – turned out very differently than expected, with him never reaching the intel he was supposed to acquire, if it existed in the first place. It seemed like they were mere ruses to lure him somewhere, relayed to them by unreliable informants and faceless clients he never quite remembered the names of, because it didn’t matter who pulled the trigger.
Badin Salb
B. Bond-Høje
Misha Lebb
Experience and skill weren’t enough to avoid the traps, and he ran straight into them despite knowing better, because he was just that kind of man - always looking for a quick fix, something to break up the routine. He could never fully recall how he’d ended up in a one of these unknown locations way off target, somehow losing his radio equipment along the way; perhaps he’d inhaled too much sleeping gas somewhere, or it could have been that strange, shrill, distorted noise that was still ringing in his head. He usually came to in an abandoned and decrepit hovel, a dank cellar, or an interrogation room, with most if not all of his weapons gone. They were all part of heavily guarded compounds and strongholds he had to find his way out of, and due to his predicament there was no backup, no support.
But he was never alone. Someone was always watching his every step, he knew. He could feel it, the shiver of excitement running down his spine as he took down every obstacle - every man - blocking his way, trying to stop him from reaching the outside.
Once he was back on Mother Base, he would give Kaz and Ocelot only half-assed explanations and a dismissive shrug, before retreating to his private quarters in order to masturbate, always dragging an orgasm out of himself that was so intense that he nearly fainted, knocking the air out of his lungs.
That was what he expected this time, too; when he opened his eye, and came to in a dimly lit room - that he would be alone but not, that only someone else’s eye would be on him, and not numerous hands.
His own, both flesh and crimson steel, were pinned onto the small of his back, and he heard the rattle of handcuffs, clicking shut. There were hushed, alarmed whispers.
“Wha - “
“Fuck, he’s up.“
“Hold him down, don’t let him - !”
And as if on cue, Venom’s body jolted alive, violently thrashing against the human bindings in his back and at either side of him – he was sitting on the cold hard ground, naked from the waist up, with the fly of his pants undone. The men surrounding him, all of them wearing balaclavas and uniforms he didn’t recognize, had some trouble keeping him down, cursing under their breaths. Venom headbutted the one in his back, breaking his nose. He snorted, and some blood splattered onto his shoulder.
“You fuck!”
He counted them quickly – six in total. Perhaps he’d gotten too complacent, expecting the set-up to be the same as always. This was oddly different and specific… unnerving, too, when he considered his state of undress. He knew he could still easily take them all out in his current position and get out of here, starting by kicking the one in front of him between the legs and crushing his balls. But something didn’t add up, and that was the only reason why he hesitated – granting the man whose nose he’d just broken ample opportunity to yank his head back by his ponytail, pressing a sharp knife to his exposed throat.
Venom held his breath, and stopped struggling.
“Listen, asshole,” he hissed, right into his ear. He sounded young, and impatient. It was enough for Venom to tell that he was in it for the money, rather than for his own personal enjoyment.
“No, your name was Ahab, wasn’t it? Nobody has to get hurt. We’re just gonna have some fun together. And you’d like to get off too, right? Someone told us that you like to pretend otherwise, but you’re really quite the slut deep down. A slut that’s in desperate need of some nice, big cocks. The more the better.”
“Is that so,” Venom drawled with an arched eyebrow, blade cutting lightly into his skin as he spoke. Someone at his left side jeered, another man murmured something in a language he didn’t understand. He turned what had just been said to him over in his head and looked around as much as his current position allowed.
Ahab, he’d called him.
It was difficult to map out the room in his mind with so many bodies partially blocking his view, but it was an interrogation room, alright. Door in the far back, a table, some chairs… a hook was attached to the ceiling, some rope dangling from it, and there were a couple bloodstains that couldn’t be older than a few days. He wasn’t able to spot any visible cameras, oddly enough. What he found most notable, though, was the large mirror mounted to the opposite wall, reflection showing himself as he was backed into a corner, held down by a group of mercenaries who had obviously been paid for this stunt, not really doing this because they got a kick out of it.
He knew that wasn’t an ordinary mirror, either. For someone else it was a window. One-way, huh…
“So, you wanna play nice? We can do this with or without you.” One hand pulled at his arm, another at his waistband, provocatively.
Perhaps the rules, fickle as they were, had changed at some point. He stared at his powerless mirror self, and felt it staring back at him, gaze penetrating, challenging, touching his core. He’d missed that feeling.
“Sure,” he said, willing himself to relax, tension leaving his body. His response met with a relieved sigh, though the man only reluctantly removed his knife to place it back in its sheath.
“If you’re here to give me some quality time, who am I to refuse? You might be here for a while, though. I’m no easy man to please.”
“We’ve heard that too,” scoffed the one in front, yanking his pants and underwear down in earnest now, while another gave him a violent shove the same instant the firm body in his back moved away, presumably so the man could take a moment to set his nose.
Venom harshly met the ground, the sharp edges of his own prosthetic digging painfully into his spine. He blinked against the overhead light, the men forming a circle of shadows around it as they started to strip down just enough so they could service him – pulling their still flaccid dicks of varying sizes out of their trousers to stroke them to life, and buttoning down their jackets. They descended on him soon after, roughly pushing his legs apart to gain access to his asshole. Even though he didn’t resist and merely craned his neck to see what was going on, hands were preemptively placed on his chest, which had started to rise and fall at a faster pace.
“Haven’t been fucked recently, have you?” Said the one positioning himself between his thighs, as he was handed a small tube of KY Jelly by the one with the bloody nose, popping the cap.
“Nope,” Venom chuckled, feeling the heat pool in his gut, utterly exposed as he was with so many eyes and hands on him. Sent by someone, they were here for him, not the other way around, and the very idea excited him for some reason that continued to elude him.
“Lucky bitch. I’ll go nice and slow.” They squeezed the cool, medical lubricant below his scrotum and the cock about to penetrate him. He heard the slick slide of foreskin as they spread it everywhere, felt bold fingers smearing it around his hole and pushing it inside to ensure a smooth, bumpless ride.
“Come on,” Venom groaned, the length of a dick smacking against his balls, nestled comfortably between his ass cheeks. He gave the man a heated stare, prompting him to line the head of his cock up with his hole, adjusting his angle as he finally pushed inside of him, the tight ring of muscle stretching around his impressive girth. His hips rocked forward, ballsac slapping against Venom’s ass, drawing a feeble moan from him that caused the other men to shudder pleasantly and pump their growing erections more ferociously.
“Fuck, he’s so tight,” the man murmured, already sounding out of breath despite just starting to fuck him, pulling back and slamming his cock back inside, the obscene sound of skin smacking against skin in a steady rhythm soon filling the room, interspersed by Venom’s grunts.
“Well, hurry it up, I wanna see - “
“Fuck off!”
They began to argue among themselves, who got to fill which hole and when, while one of them tended to Venom’s own dick, utterly neglected up until this point. He gave a hoarse laugh, barely audible, letting his head bang against the ground as he was being fucked thoroughly. His own eye instinctively searched for the mirror again, watching how his own body was being used, though he couldn’t see much.
“Hey, pay attention, whore.” Someone slapped his cheek, dragging him out of his self-induced stupor. He growled a response when fingers tore at his hair, forcing him to recline his head and arch his back, and the moment he did, the leaking head of a big black cock was pressed against and shoved right between his lips.
“Mmmn – “
Again, he didn’t resist, and willingly opened his mouth as much as he could to accommodate him, tongue running along a thick, pulsing vein on his shaft. He kept poking against the inside of his cheek at first until he got the angle right, and was able to drive almost the entire length of his cock straight into his bulging throat, the muscles of his esophagus clamping down tight around the intrusion.
Venom began to gag violently, tears stinging in his eye as he tried his fucking best not to reflexively bite down – which, given the rest of his body was still being rocked by another man getting more and more impatient, was no easy feat, even for him.
“Yeah, you like a big cock in your mouth.”
Haha, shit, Venom thought, as the guy started to throatfuck him without any consideration for his well-being. He didn’t stop for several minutes, not until the man still fucking his other hole finally pumped his seed into his ass with a guttural, satisfied moan, pounding him so hard during his orgasm that his ass cheeks soon turned a light shade of red.
The moment his still sputtering prick slipped out of his ass, Venom threw his weight to the side to roll over onto his stomach, and hoist himself up onto his knees as he began to cough and retch, spitting onto the floor to their feet. Rough hands immediately grabbed him by his upper arms and ponytail again, yanking him around and slamming his face into the ground, cheek bruising. His vision momentarily went black, and he let out a deep, feral growl when someone pulled him up once more only to slap his dick against his swollen lips, covered in spit.
Brows drawn into a scowl, he ignored it, looking back over his shoulder to see another man get down on his knees and into position, flat hand smacking his swaying ass as someone else pulled at his knee to spread him more.
“I hope you last longer than your buddy with the tiny dick,” he sneered, impaling himself on the slick and throbbing cock the moment it was guided into his warm, red hole, nicely stretched and loose already due to the treatment it had received.
“Shut the fuck up,” someone above him said, hitting the side of his head and stuffing his mouth full of dick, which Venom began to work on eagerly – sucking him off with such fervor it surprised even himself.
He was going to outlast all of them. He’d make them blow their load, one after the other, and they’d completely forget about whatever their real objective was. He swallowed luxuriously around the cock in his mouth, producing loud slurping noises as he took him as deep as his own gag reflex allowed, and it hit the back of his throat hard every time the other guy rammed his meat into his abused ass.
A third dick was poking into his eye, wanting to push into his mouth as well, and he began to alternate between the two of them, licking wantonly along the shafts and wrapping his lips around them. A fourth was brushing over his knuckles, the hand tied onto his back, grinding selfishly into the only flesh and blood palm he had left. He curled his fingers around the length, jerking it off with the momentum of every thrust that moved his body.
“Holy shit…”
He heard them moan and whisper, calling him names – whore, bitch, cockhungry slut, good boy. Greedy hands were roaming and appreciating his sculpted body, tracing the lines of muscles, the roadmap of his scars. It didn’t take long at all until he could taste cum, spurting into his mouth – he swallowed whatever he caught, but the dick popped out of him and more semen sprayed onto his face, thick dollops of white sticking to his facial hair.
He licked his lips, heaving a sigh. The cock in his ass slipped out too, grinding along his ass cleft until it erupted, more cum splattering onto his back and hands, and even more leaking out of his hole and running down his strong thighs.
“I want him now, move over,” someone announced, roughly shoving his buddy out of the way. Venom gave a quiet laugh, trying to catch his breath. He felt sore already, but he knew this wasn’t nowhere near his limit yet. His prostate could take some more pummeling, as long as they mostly left his dick alone. They were too concerned with themselves right then to care about him getting off or the money they had surely been promised, too consumed by their own selfish lust, which was fine.
Before yet another person could plunge into the depths of his ass, Venom bucked against him and the hands that held his trembling body up, utilizing just enough strength to free himself and make the man land flat on his own ass. He then quickly moved over to him to straddle his waist before anyone could think to stop him, sitting on his dick.
“You’re all – too fucking weak,” he spat maliciously, using his own weight to grind his crotch into the ground, wrenching a pained groan from the man.
“And your pathetic dicks too small. I don’t even feel anything. Let me do it myself, here, put it in – “ He growled at a man who had moved to his side, likely to grab him and throw him back onto the floor, but when faced with an outright order, he obliged, helping Venom by guiding his buddy’s slick erection into his asshole when he lifted his hips.
“And you,” he inclined his chin towards yet another man, addressing him. “Put yours in, too.”
Someone gasped, muttered, “Fucking beast,” under his breath. The man whose cock he’d demanded moved up behind him, accepting the invitation without complaint. He pressed flush against him, wrapped one arm around his sweat-slick torso, and rubbed his rock hard girth against his back. He moved it lower and lower until the tip met the other man’s erection, which was lazily thrusting in and out of Venom’s ass.
He began to push in as well, spreading his hole to an almost impossible extent, causing Venom to cry out of the first time, but he muffled that undignified noise by burying his face in his own shoulder. God, did it burn. For a moment, he was worried something might tear, especially when they started to fuck him in tandem, multiple hands supporting him as he stubbornly moved against their double dicks, taking them balls deep. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to feel dizzy as he listened to them talk to and jerk each other off.
“Man, you think we can keep him?”
“Fuck, I wish.”
“Amazing bitch. Bet he fights like he fucks, too.”
And for the very first time since this had started, something occurred to him.
Why am I doing this to myself?
When he opened his eyes again, he saw his mirror image, with no obtrusion. Saw his own flushed face covered in cum and spit, his own ruined body surrounded and taken by these men, but he was the one who’d agreed to it, had outright demanded it. He was the one who was furiously moving his own hips, riding their cocks and freely opening his mouth again to swallow yet another one.
There was absolutely nothing in it for him, no pleasure, only pain and abuse.
No, that’s not right, Venom thought, because one man’s pain is another’s pleasure, and sometimes, it’s both at once.