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Sacrificed.
He got sacrificed yet again, what a suprise. David King's always been a team player, even in rugby. However, being a team player in the Entity's realm comes with a huge risk. Death. A gruesome painful death. Maybe, he just has terrible luck or the Entity hates him, but David doesn't remember the last time he survived a trial. This recent trial was no exception. The survivors chosen for the trial were: Himself, Dwight Fairfield, Meg Thomas and Ace Visconti with the killer being The Huntress. She must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed cause she was ruthless this match. To one player in particular...Dwight. Once she set her eyes on him at the beginning of the trial, she never switched targets. Dwight would be hooked and eventually, unhooked, only to have the Huntress right up on his trail once again. However, Dwight wasn't having it today. He managed to outrun her until the Exit Gates were powered. Ace was on one gate and Meg was on the other, both 99%. Dwight managed to run to one gate, but he wouldn't make it, without a body block that is. And that's where the team player David comes in.
"Come on Dwight! The gate's right 'ere mate!"
Just as he got behind Dwight, he heard the Huntress laugh maniacally as she swung her hatchet and David felt an eerie voice in his ear say "No One Escapes Death" right before he went down in 1 hit. Ace and Dwight were pushed out and David was hooked. Meg knew there was no time left to search for the hex totem, so she shortened David's hanging suffering and just left. He had been sacrificed once again.
He woke up back at the campfi-
Wait. This wasn't the fucking campfire. What the fuck? David was strapped to a hospital bed, like he was in Lery's. Before he could try and figure out a way to escape, he noticed a pair of spidery hands to his right, holding a purple pill. He tried to speak, he tried even opening his mouth. However, he couldn't. He couldn't move at all. Not even his head. He could only watch as the spidery hands opened his mouth and inserted the purple pill in his mouth. Right after he forcefully swallowed, he noticed the spidery hands holding a sign. A sign that said "Have fun...".
And next thing he knew, he woke up sitting on a log at the campfire, with Dwight by his side. Huh? What the hell was that all about? Have fun? Was it just a weird dream?
Before David could overthink more about it, he noticed Dwight staring at him.
"...Dwight?"
"I'm so sorry David!! It's my fault you di-"
"Save it Fairfield. There's nothin' to apologize for." David cut in, Dwight always knew how to piss him off somehow.
"Bu-but, you died again!"
"And that's my problem mate, not yours. If I'm not mithered by it, why should you be?"
"...fine...sorry" Dwight said as he walked away from the campfire.
"Oh, come on Dwight..."
"David! What the hell did you say to him?" Meg scolded from across the campfire.
"Nothin'... Just might've been a bit too mean..."
"A bit too mean? It sure looked more than just a bi-"
"Yeah yeah, I get it. I'll go talk to him." David quickly ran off to Dwight's tent, just so he didn't have to listen to Meg's lectures. Now he stood in front of Dwight's tent, unsure how to approach him.
"You know I can see your shadow David?"
"Right..." David calmly said, as he entered the tent. Dwight was sitting on his bed, ready to go to bed as he had just taken his glasses off.
"Mind If I join you in bed?" David flirtingly teased.
"Ha ha, very funny David. And no I don't mind." David sat next to Dwight, knee to knee. He never had this clear view of Dwight's eyes. A warm brown color.
David started "Listen, I know I came off a bit mean, but what I meant to say it's not your fault."
"Oh no it's fine David, I get it. I just feel bad for you... It's not fair." Dwight complained
"Yeah, it's not. But hey, I'm still alive at the end of the day ey?"
"You know that doesn't change anything..."
"Yeah, it doesn't, I know." And silence after that came. They just stared into the ground, not knowing what to say to each other. Right as David was about to say something, Dwight hooked an arm around his back.
"I'm here for you, David." David just started dumbfounded and shocked. He had been touch starved for a long time, but he never felt this strongly about it. He felt the heat overwhelm him, and some of it went to his crotch. He was getting hard fast.
"...Thank you, Dwight."
"Any time." He felt like he was gonna explode.
"Er, so it's getting pretty late ey? You should get some rest!"
"You should too."
"Yeah, so I'm gonna go back to my tent!"
"Okay? You're acting funny David." Dwight laughed.
"Just 'tired that's all! Good night Dwight!"
"Oh, good night?" David quickly stormed off straight towards his tent. Good thing Dwight didn't have his glasses or he would've seen his hard on.
David was now alone in his tent...with a throbbing erection in his pants. Goddamit! Why is he so horny all of a sudden? Does The Entity have something to do with this...? David laid down on his makeshift bed and decided to do something about it. He softly rubbed his erection through the overlay of his trousers.
"...shit." David let out a soft moan, god he was sensitive. He unzipped his pants and, after pulling them all the way down, tossed them in a corner. Next thing to go was his sweater and his blue boxer briefs. He was left in a wifebeater with no underpants. David took a hold of his cock and started slowly pumping, up and down. David's cock was about 7 inches in length and it was pretty thick. He was well endowed in that department, and all the men he's been with seemed to agree. He kept his pace slow, not wanting to finish so soon. He really needed this moment, just to relax in his tent and to jerk himself off. However, doing it with someone else would be much better. But who? There were so many choices...
Dwight's slim twink body would be perfect to manhandle. Or maybe to play with Felix's hairy chest? And what was that new survivor's name? Jonah? He probably has a really thick cock... Why was he even thinking about cocks? He wasn't a bottom. Ah, fuck it.
David fastened his pace as thoughts of his male teammates flooded his mind. He wasn't so quiet anymore, but he didn't care if anyone heard him anyway. He's been through enough as it is, he deserves a moment to himself.
Now, he was close. His left hand slid under his wifebeater and played with his left nipple while the right hand was covered in a ridiculous amount of precum, as he used it to pull his foreskin back and forth.
"Bloody hell..." David moaned out.
God he didn't care for anything anymore. The entity? The trials? The killers? Nah, fuck them. He didn't want just to cum, he never wanted this feeling to end. So free and so fucking happy. In the midst of his ecstatic session, he thought he saw something shift outside his tent, but he didn't stop. He kept moving his hand up and down, filling the steamy tent with moans. For all he cares, the thing outside his tent can sit and watch or just piss off.
With his legs shaking and muscles tensed, he finally came to a loud climax, cumming all over his abs and his wifebeater. Some of the cum even reached his face, which he did taste. Kind of bland.
" 'oly shit... never came that much before"
He handled his erection, however David wasn't fully satisfied. He still had this wanting need to just go out and fuck. Has he gone mad from all the deaths finally? Or does this have to do something with that weird dream he had? He moved from one possible answer to another, but one thing was for sure. He would find a way to satisfy this need.
But who is he gonna pick first?