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✶ Hello, and welcome to my first time ever attempting a Kinktober fic on AO3! All fandoms included are strictly Roblox, since a large majority of my interests lie there. This list was mostly made from picking-and-choosing from the official list, swapping out prompts I either felt too uncomfortable to write or straight up just didn't feel like writing. I will try to work on a schedule- however, there is no guarantee that I will finish the prompts by the end of October, nor will they be daily. I work at the pace of which my schedule allows.

Without further ado, let's get onto the actual list!

Day 1 - Swocket (Sword x Rocket) | Orgasm Control/Spanking

Day 2 - Monstermagic (Artful x Pursuer) | Sex Magic/Plushophilia

Day 3 - C00lpizza (C00lkid x Elliot) [NON-FORSAKEN] | Overstimulation

Day 4 - Hackedreality (007n7 x The Spectre) | Dubcon/Hypnosis

Day 5 - Banbroker (Banhammer x Broker) | Hate sex

Day 6 - Toxichero (Griefer x Player) | Bondage

Day 7 - Azuretime (Two Time x Azure) | Bloodplay

Day 8 - Circustrio (Looey x Blot x Yatta) | Double Penetration

Day 9 - Devesquot (Devesto x Mequot) | Feederism

Day 10 - Coilshot (Coil x Slingshot) | Punishment Sex

Day 11 - Sweetdreams (Cosmo x Astro) | Somnophilia

Day 12 - Paycheck (Elliot x Chance) | Sex Work/Loss Of Virginity

Day 13 - Subkit (Subspace x Medkit) | Medical Play

Day 14 - Devestful (Devesto x Artful) | Omegaverse

Day 15 - Vinescythe (Vinestaff x Scythe) | Sex Pollen

Day 16 - Pumpkinbomb (Taph x Dusekkar) | Public/Vibrators

Day 17 - Icedtea (Cruel King x Mayor Thaniyel) | Temperature Play

Day 18 - Biostaff (Biograft x Vinestaff) | Gentle Sex/First Time

Day 19 - Subbox (Subspace x Boombox) | Sounding

Day 20 - Newblood (Slasher x Noob) | Aftercare

Day 21 - Noob666 (Noob x Guest666) | Monsterfucking/Wall Sex

Day 22 - Doublefedora (Chance x Mafioso) | Gunplay

Day 23 - Coilboard (Coil x Skateboard) | CNC

Day 24 - Bantana (Banhammer x Katana) | Gags

Day 25 - Zukaheart (Zuka x Darkheart) | Sleepy/Morning sex

Day 26 - 1xshed (1x1x1x1 x Shedletsky) | Multiple Orgasms

Day 27 - Mafioso x Henchmen | Gangbang

Day 28 - Valkbox (Valk x Boombox) | Gloryhole

Day 29 - Killware (Killdroid x Badware) | Wireplay

Day 30 - 77Noli (007n7 x Noli) | Breeding

Day 31 - Hypertana (Hyperlaser x Katana) | Writer’s Choice — Comfort Sex

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The faint buzz of electrified humming filled the air, along with the frustrated, teary whimpers of a certain knight; desperate & bound.

Sword lay strewn across the rocketeer’s lap, tight, scarlet rope binding together both his arms and legs as the pink tip of a wooden paddle teasingly traced shapes on his reddened bottom. An idle sting ran through his body, yet another sob pouring from his lips as the small machine inside of him whirred away carelessly at his prostate. A tight, golden ring made only of the finest quality and material constricted the head of his cock, choking it a sickly red. What he couldn’t see— a toothy grin stretched across his tormentor's face, followed by a chuckle ringing out softly as they grabbed him by the horn and yanked his head up.

It’d been his own fantasy that had gotten him into his current predicament— a simple request, and an all too eager participant.

It’d been about a week ago that he'd asked Rocket opinion regarding their bedroom life. Personally, he felt it was as close as it could be to being “perfect”— a vast selection of kinks, equally both wild and vanilla— and at a normal amount of several times a week, or, generally, whenever they could both fit it in their schedules.

When he’d questioned Rocket about it, however, he looked… Tense, lip quivering as he bit into it, looking unsure of how to truly answer without coming off as offensive.

After being met with a heavy barrage of poking, prodding, and pestering— all from Sword’s end— Rocket cracked.

The other went on about how unsatisfying things had begun to feel between them, going in depth about how “dry” their sex lives were and how they fucked “like two ancient grey-horned inphernals”. Rocket wanted to see more— do more— spice things up; and who was Sword to decline, being the ever-so-caring partner he is?

Sword had given an extensive list of things he’d be willing to try— some tame, some new, and some he’d never even thought about trying within his lifetime. He remembered that day clearly— him, bouncing up and down, that same, stupidly foolish smile he’d always carried around with him etched onto his face as he eagerly handed Rocket the list and encouraged him to pick and choose as he’d like.

And by SFOTH, did he follow those instructions to a tee.

“Louder,” Rocket scowled, letting three slaps rain down onto Sword’s sensitive bottom as he looked him dead in the eye. “I can’t hear you, Sword. Speak up, would you?”

Sword quivered, eyes watering and hips wriggling as he sputtered out a hushed “one”. By the Swords, did he want to start humping Rocket’s thigh with reckless abandon like an animal in heat– yet, he’d already tried that once, and it’d rewarded him ten consecutive slaps to the ass.

Rocket, gently, rested the heart-shaped paddle upon his rear, letting out a faint hum as he allowed the time to recover. Cold metal fingers came to trail down up and down Sword’s spine, tracing the multitude of scars that laid there. It was almost as if he were trying to map out the expanse of Sword’s back, every dip and curve, fingers tracing his spine. To that, Sword shivered— both at thought, and the pleasant chill of Rocket’s prosthetic.

The echoing sound of wood once again hitting raw skin worked well to snap him out of his little trance, though, along with the persisting sting that always tagged along with it.

Sword’s teeth found purchase digging into his own lips, gagging at the metallic taste of blood hitting his tongue. He groaned softly, back arching just slightly under the weight of Rocket’s fingers.

“T-Two! Haah…” Sword whined, fighting the urge to scream as Rocket’s hand freed the paddle to let his fingers roughly breach his twitching hole— making sure the vibrator didn’t somehow jostle out of place, of course.

“Good, good…You alright to handle a few more?” Rocket asked softly, voice unexpectedly dropping an octave as he took a moment to check in.

Sword froze, stare blank and mouth hung agape as tried to process both the stimulation and whatever the hell was coming out of Rocket’s mouth. Slowly, he nodded, hips shifting once more as he gave a small nod, face flushed a bright red as droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead.

The edges of Rocket’s lips curled up to reveal a sinister grin, the comforting aura fading just as quickly as it came.

“Great! Let’s get started again, shall we?”

Slap, the crack of the paddle hitting his sore bottom for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“T…Three..”

Slap, this time, his right cheek,

“AH! F-Four, ngh, four!”

Slap; this time, the left.

The cycle continued all up until seven— where, Sword, choking and sputtering on his own words, had accidentally miscounted, and had let a pitiful “eight” push past his lips.

“W-Wait! Ah, wait… Seven, I-I meant sev- Ngh!” Sword yelped, gasping as the silent wiring of the device inside of his body sped up tenfold with the simple click of a button, beginning to writhe uncontrollably as his poor prostate once again took the abuse.

“A-ah! Ah! Shit, shit, shit! R-Rocket, I-I can’t, I can’t do it–!” Fat globs of salty tears rolled down his cheeks, his poor cock twitching desperately with the need to cum.

Rocket helped to still him somewhat; nails roughly digging into the dip of the warrior’s hips as the paddle lay discarded off to the side. One hand came to gently grasp Sword’s neglected cock, while the other took to gently stroking the curve of his battered behind.

“I think I’ve tortured you enough,” Rocket hummed nonchalantly, feigning uninterest as Sword fought the urge to scream. “Say… How about this? I won’t make you start over— just… get to ten. Two more won’t hurt, will it?”

“Swords, yes! I-I can handle it! J-Just- ah- please-“ Sword whined, struggling against the rope as he felt the rocketeer’s hand slowly, teasingly work his cock up from base to tip. 

Rocket simply nodded, the hand once affectionately caressing his sore rear now lifting up onto the air.

Smack!

“Nine! O-oh shit, please, please, please—“ The knight shrieked, even managing to let out a yelp in response to the speed at which his cock was being stroked too intensified.

It was too much.

The whirring of the device against his sweet spot, the tight band of metal restricting his weeping dick, the harsh sting following the multitude of slaps upon his ass, the reality of simply being put into such a position…

It was entirely, utterly, too much.

As Rocket’s hand came down for the final time, Sword swore he could’ve started crying tears of pure, unbridled joy.

The pain barely even registered for him anymore, brain wired on a fresh and tremendously more important goal— reaching that sweet, sweet climax he’d been torturously denied for so long.

Sword began to squirm, thrashing and crying as he felt the golden ring holding his cock hostage slip off and hit the floor.

Rocket’s hand once again sped up tenfold, thumb targeting the purplish tip and smearing the beads of precum pouring from the slit.

Sword’s feet twisted and curled, toes clenching and hips jolting as the heat within him began to boil.

“R-Rocket, Rocket! F-Fuck, I can’t hold it in…! ‘M… ‘M gonna—“

“Cum, Sword.”

And, with that, he was gone.

Sword was a mess— drool dribbling from his mouth like a broken faucet as waves of cum flooded Rocket’s hand and seeped between his fingers.

His hips rut forwards desperately, mouth hung open and head tilted back in a permanent gasp. His brows furrowed, eyes twisted shut as his spasms came to a slow, steady halt. 

The vibrations came to a quick stop as soon as Sword returned to consciousness, a sigh rumbling out of him as he began to physically deflate.

As Rocket undid the bindings— rope falling to red markings showing where’d it coiled itself around Sword’s skin— the swordsman could hear a faint mumble under the rocketeers breath about a “next time”.

Oh, may SFOTH have mercy on him.

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Rough, gloved hands worked tirelessly, needles carefully weaving through a sea of soft, monochrome fabrics and thread, the black stitch seams contrasting against the white they were being sewn into.

Artful grit his teeth, a droplet of sweat rolling down his forehead as his brows furrowed. Unsteady hands held the yet-to-be-finished plush in an uncontrolled grip, groaning aloud and slamming his hands upon the wobbly, wooden desk. Material was sent flying into the air, spool hitting the ground with soft thumps and leftover stuffing slowly floating to the floor.

Narrowed eyes met soft, rounder button ones— a small, plush version of himself. His hat had yet to be sewn on yet, looking horrifically bald as Artful gently nudged it a finger. It toppled over with ease, now staring blankly into the harsh light above.

He rested his chin upon a perched hand, now simply taking the time to stare at it. Looking closer, it seemed as if all of the doll’s flaws were fresh on display; the size of the suit being off by just a few centimeters, the beady button eyes being far too close together, the thin, thin mask looking as if a simple breeze would be able to rip it off just as it pleased…

Slowly, he trailed his finger downwards towards its barren lower body, pants not yet made and fabric discarded somewhere within the dusty old corners of the shed he was locked in.

It was supposed to be a representation of him— a small, fluffy craft meant to get him to do something other than his usual schedule of doing nothing other than wallowing in self pity. Yet, whenever he held it in his hands, squeezed just enough to feel the fabric sink beneath the weight of his fingers, he sighed.

It just looked… off. For a guy named “artful” you think he’d be better at these things, really. 

Bringing his fingers just a little lower, he gently rubbed at the little slit between the legs he’d given it. Slowly, he worked his nail into it, followed up by the entire finger. His face flushed, taking on a reddish hue— which would’ve been visible, had he not been wearing a copious amount of makeup all the time.

God, he felt like a pervert.

Grabbing his wand from where it rested atop his own, actual hat, he spun it around in the air once, twice— before tapping the plushie once on the head.

It stood up, animated by the magic now bestowed upon it. It moved pitifully, doing small twists and twirls and spinning its own, imaginary wand before the magic quickly faded as quick as it’d came, causing it to deflate lamely once again.

He huffed and peered down below the desk, what could only be described as a massacre of unfinished plush dolls laid at his feet.

Some were torn, ripped to shreds out of anger; while others had barely had yet to be finished besides the head and bits of the torso, all the same amount of unworthyness in the eyes of Artful’s impossibly high standards.

The sight sent Artful’s anger spiraling once again, growling as jolted up from his seat and roughly held the newest plushie, (or, in this case, victim,) winding up his arm before sending the poor thing flying through the window.

It landed on the wet grass with a thud, now staring up into the blank night sky instead of the blinding ceiling light.

Artful fled the scene with a quick slam of the door, a multitude of curses spewing from his lips as he gripped his poor wand so tight it nearly seemed like it would break. 

Somewhere, back outside of the shed, a few, faint sparks of magic riddled the plush’s body once more.

As the sun rose above the horizon, a thin layer of morning dew forming a blanket atop the grass and giving a glimmery coating, a head poked out from behind a free, head cocking to look both ways before stepping into the clearing.

Pursuer’s sharp teeth glinted in the thin rays of sunshine beginning to peak through the leaves of the surrounding trees behind it. His eyes narrowed, letting out a low growl as that same sunlight directed itself towards its still-sensitive eyes. It growled and couldn’t help but to even thrash a little, drawing out its claws to shield itself from the harsh rays.

Despite the inconvenience, it continued to stalk forwards, gut letting out a continuous, low groan. Each time it moved, its stomach would be there to send yet another painful reminder of its emptiness and his rising hunger, drool beginning to seep from the corners of its wretched mouth as the fantasy of catching a civilian; capturing them beneath its weight and feeling them struggle, smelling that sweet, sweet scent of fear before jagged claws unsheathed and then promptly tore into soft skin.

He could really, truly go for some fresh meat right about now.

It’d picked up a strong scent awhile ago; worry, frustration, and what it could only identify as… Paint? Make-up? Whatever it was, it was bitter and made his nose turn— but, he’d come this far, and the pain wracking his gut kept him going forwards.

Its thin, spiny tail twisted and curled, tip raising to the sky before striking the ground in a rather rhythmic sequence. It cocked its head to the right, letting a low growl escape under its breath as it abandoned its previous bipedal form and instead settled for an insanely quick sprint on all fours.

As it ran, the putrid smell got thicker, stronger— enough to the point where he could taste it on his tongue, and imagine the meal that was to follow.

In front of him laid thick, heavy sets of shrubbery, shielding him from whatever laid on the other side. Trees twisted and uprooted from the ground, too helping to conceal the next part of the forest ahead.

With a quick wiggle of its hips, it leaped forwards, letting out a screech so painfully loud it’d probably be enough to burst the poor eardrums of anyone nearby…

Yet, when it slammed itself onto the damp grass, the hilt of its sword still clutched tightly between its jagged claws— nothing was there.

Nothing alive nor sentient, that is.

The foul scent remained, now so potent it invaded its every sense of being and damn near choked him out. It snarled, nose wrinkling as it curled its lips up slowly to bare its teeth.

Slowly, its eyes blinked open, narrowing as it scanned the surrounding area. There wasn’t much of importance to note— a small shed, wooden shed that had most likely been abandoned, planks rottened and broken with age…

And… A plushie?

Pursuer stalked closer, letting the hilt of its sword rest upon one of the ridges of its spiny back once again before taking the small, fluffed up object into its hands.

A low snarl immediately began to bubble from beneath its breath, lips curling back to bare rows of sharp green teeth as it glared in recognition.

Artful.

In a smaller plush form.

Hideous, gross, and still that same nauseating scent that made it want to gag whenever it was within a fifty foot radius of the so-called “magician”.

It turned the doll over in its hands, inspecting every inch and seam of its fabric whilst sniffing aggressively. It sunk its claws in for a better grip, uncaring as it watched perfectly white stuffing spew from the new wounds.

Lightly, it trailed its finger down the stomach, poking it as its curiosity grew slowly.

Going down further, it found… a slit..? It reeled its head back as a wave of confusion and intrigue took over, brow raising as he gave it a quick sniff.

Honestly, it expected more masculine genitalia for a guy like Artful— a dick, maybe. An unexpected fun fact, it chose to suppose.

He looked back and forth, plushie still held prisoner in his impossibly tight grasp before it slinked its long body across the grass, curling itself behind the shack and, more importantly, hiding itself from any prying eyes that happened to be gazing upon it. 

Slowly, it lowered both itself and the plush to the floor, sniffing at the slit curiously.

Oddly enough, it didn’t reek of the hideous paint smell like the rest of the doll’s body. Rather, it smelled almost sweet— just like the real thing.

Slowly, it inched its tongue out, just gently circling before stuffing as much of it as he could inside. The texture that enveloped and squeezed its tongue was not one of stuffing and fabric, but rather one of warmth and slick.

It started up a cycle of drawing its tongue in, flicking the tip just at the soft cotton entrance before delving in once more, groaning as it thrust in and out. 

Unknowingly elsewhere, its once soft cock began to twitch and stiffen to life, a bead of precum bubbling up at the tip as it growled and ravaged the poor plushie’s pussy like a man (quite literally) starved.

It rolled onto its belly, rutting itself into the dirt like some type of filth. Some type of mutt, a dirty animal that needed to be put into its place as a slutty little thing.

Pursuer couldn’t help but to wonder in its haze— what would Artful himself think? Would he shy away from the sight, scream and point his finger at him in disgust?

Or would he stay, watching in a stunned silence as another version of him was ruined and handled so carelessly?

It wasn’t sure exactly, but both thoughts served to please him just as much as the other.

It imagined itself digging its nails into the delicate, flushed skin of Artful’s hips, watching the red contrast against the white as the other man squirmed and writhed desperately, pushing himself back on its cock like the common whore. 

It could imagine itself sinking its fangs deep into the other’s jugular, watching bruises of blue and red bloom upon his neck like pretty flowers, and getting to lap up the sweet, sweet nectar of blood afterwards…

Eventually, Pursuer got tired with just licking, tongue reluctantly slipping back into its mouth as it exhaled slowly, voice gravelly and breaths shallow. Its slitted pupils darted down to its new, growing problem, stiffening against the cool morning air.

It rolled onto its back, belly up and watching as he held the small plush in the air. Cotton still leaked from where it’d dug its claws in earlier, slit thoroughly soaked and ruined from its previous ministrations.

Prepped and ready… Would it feel just like the real thing on its cock, too?

It decided to test its theory, gasping softly as the plush doll slowly came down onto its cock. He didn’t know if he was just hallucinating, but fuck did it almost feel like it was clenching around him, pulling him in and begging him to fuck it.

And to that, he obliged, beginning to rut its hips up. Slowly at first, but its pace quickly roughened with time.

It panted wildly, eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out of its mouth as he made the plushie mimic his movements— the plushie slamming down as his hips slammed up.

It felt good. Too good, actually, as if Artful were here in the flesh actually riding his fat cock. He’d have to thank him for this opportunity later, assuming he was the one who crafted the toy in the first place.

Pursuer watched as its stomach bulged, tiny plush body all too small to take him in its entirety. It almost felt like using a fleshlight, though it was so much better than whatever slick, flesh-colored silicone had to offer him.

He felt his high quickly approaching, grunting as its treatment went from rough to downright careless. It whined, panting and huffing as it wriggled its hips and moved with reckless abandon.

Without warning, its back formed a sharp arch, a loud howl freeing itself from the depths of its throat as a flood of hot, sticky cum flooded the plushie’s insides, leaking out back onto his dick. He panted and sniffled, slowly coming to sit up as it took in the results of its destruction.

A few seams had popped out of place— its button eyes now missing and hidden somewhere amongst the tall grass. It was covered in a copious amount of claw marks, soiled fabric spewing from the fresh wounds.

Its belly bulged with the weight of his thick load, gushing out as he slowly pulled out and tossed it to the side. 

Slowly, wobbly, it rose back onto its feet, sparing it once last glance before disappearing into the forest thicket.

Temporary pleasures were fun, yes, but it was still hungry. And fresh meat was currently marked at the top of its wish list.

Artful panted, a hand coming to grip his chest as he lay in a nest of bloodied pillows and blankets, his abused pussy dripping with semen as his t-dick slowly came to soften.

Holy fuck.

Claw marks had completely desecrated his body, air nipping at his wounds and providing a nice sting as he salt there, being fucked into by seemingly nothing. Some sort of invisible dick, he proposed.

His hips were marked thoroughly, fine droplets scarlet beading upon the scars and blemishing the white paint so sweetly. They bubbled at the wounds before coming to add to the multiple red stains already blooming upon his bed, a sigh pushing out of him at the thought of cleaning it all up later.

With a groan, he slowly came to sit up, resting upon his elbows as he sluggishly reached for his wand, spinning it in a perfect circle before tapping forwards.

Coming veiled in a small cloud of poofy, magic dust, a ruined plushie of himself now sat in his lap, head drooping forwards as some of the stitches attaching its head to its body had snapped loose. Liquid too oozed from the slit he had carved, mimicking him so perfectly.

He let out a soft sigh, clutching the doll to his chest.

Sometime, sooner or later, he’d have to try this again, the sensation far too good to simply be a one time thing in his eyes.

Maybe he could leave it on Devesto’s doorstep next time?

Yeah, yeah…

That sounded like a plan.

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A soft, gloved hand came down to just gently caress the expanse of Elliot’s bare, freckled behind, an unsteady whimper being drawn from the pizza boy’s lips as he shivered under the weight of the other’s mischievous gaze.

Face stuffed into the pillows, his flushed expression and the soft whimpers he emitted were left unseen and unheard, absorbed by the soft fabric. A soft, muffled gasp escaped him as sharp claws suddenly embedded themself into the tender flesh of Elliot’s ass, rubbing them about in slow, seductive circles.

C00lkid flashed a grin, a snake-like tongue flickering out from between sharp teeth as he looked the entirety of Elliot’s body over. He took in every little detail— from the way the other would take in a sharp breath each time his nails grazed their skin, from the small burn marks here and there from handling hot, sizzling pizza day and night…

He absorbed it all and committed his precious, unruined body to memory, licking his lips before delivering a firm smack to Elliot’s right cheek.

“Ow! Hey!” Elliot whined in surprise, cocking his head up to narrow his eyes condescendingly at the hacker, who, in return, gave him his signature cocky grin.

“Relax, princess. I’m just gettin’ ya ready.” C00lkid hummed, parting Elliot’s cheeks to just gently tease the twitching hole that lied between them.

Elliot tensed, body wracked with intense shivering both at the nickname and the way the hacker was gazing at him. He watched as C00lkid spat a glob of saliva into his palm, beginning to thoroughly coat his fingers in the sticky, clear substance. He gently traced a circle into the skin around the delivery boy’s hole, relishing in the way the area twitched in response to his ministrations. 

“Don’t you have any lube…?” Elliot groaned, brows furrowing as he subconsciously began to push his ass in C00lkid’s direction, desperate for just a little more stimulation.

“Nah, soz. Don’t get me wrong, I had some, but fingering yet own ass is much harder than they make it look in those shitty porn films. I might’ve used just a tad bit too much, one could say…” The hacker explained slowly, voice gradually falling in volume towards the end of his little speech. If Elliot listened in close enough, he could even detect a bit of embarrassment in his tone. Rare, coming from him.

“If you can’t finger your own ass, then how am I supposed to be sure you’ll be able to finger mine correctly?” Elliot quipped, voice accusatory as his brow slowly began to raise in confusion.

“Uhm…”

“...?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just relax and lemme make you feel good, ‘kay?” C00lkid reassured unconvincingly, wincing a little as Elliot quickly began to deadpan.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the dreadful feeling of humiliation suddenly washing over him. He grunted, instead choosing to begin trying to work his finger into Elliot’s tight entrance.

“A-aah..!” Elliot yelped, clenching around the unexpected intrusion.

“Easy, easy. Relax. Can’t get nothin’ done with you squirmin’ and clenchin’ like that.” C00lkid growled, unable to help the way his lips tugged up at the sound of the pizza boy’s groans and whines. Music to his ears, truly.

He started off slowly, just gently running his finger through Elliot’s tight walls— nothing major. Elliot simply huffed in response, wiggling his hips.

As time passed though— Elliot gradually loosening as a result of his ministrations, he began to pick up the pace, fingers going from one, two– and eventually, three, all curling up in a desperate attempt to find that sweet spot that C00lkid knew would drive the other insane.

Elliot began to squirm at the added stretch, sinking his teeth into the skin of his arm to muffle himself before he shrieked, clamping down onto the hacker’s fingers.

“There! A-Ah… Hah… R-Right there…!” He cried, eyes watered with tears as he peeked over his shoulder.

“Ah, there? Thas’ it? That yer little slutbutton, huh?” C00lkid jested, cackling loudly as he began to specifically target Elliot’s sensitive prostate.

“O-Oh! Fuck! W-wait… Wait! S-Shit! ‘M close, please—” Elliot sobbed, hips beginning to rut against the sheets as his dick twitched with his approaching orgasm. He ground his dick against the soft fabric of the blanket below, the added stimulation from the friction driving him mad.

Suddenly, a clawed hand snaked its way down around Elliot’s hip and between his legs, suddenly taking his sensitive cock into its hold. The pizza boy all but squealed, eyes squeezing shut as he let out a series of loud, pitiful moans.

It began to stroke him with extreme fervor, red thumb circling his tip and pressing in as he could do nothing, completely helpless to do nothing but buck and feel as his orgasm hit him head on.

“Ngh! Oh! H-Holy fucking- Ah! ‘M cumming– a-aah- wait-!” He sobbed, tongue hanging from his mouth freely and tasting the salt of his own tears as they poured from his eyes.

C00lkid panted and grinned, flicking out to lick at his neck while his free hand stroked him faster, extending his already powerful climax as his other hand pressed hard into his sweetspot.

“Thas’ it… Thhhasss it. Nice and easy…” C00lkid chuckled, pulling both hands away and letting Elliot collapse into the covers.

Elliot’s chest rose and fell rapidly, feeling like he’d ran a marathon. C00lkid pulled his hand away, gazing down at the hot cum covering his palm before sticking his tongue up and dragging a long line across his hands, shuddering at the taste.

“Mm. A lil salty…” C00lkid hummed, smearing the leftover residue onto the sheets. It’d be hell to clean later— but hey, that was for future him to handle. Besides, he had things of much higher importance to focus on at the moment.

The hacker sat back on his knees, taking in Elliot’s trembling form. His eyes narrowed, squinting as he tapped his finger to his chin.

He wasn’t enough of a mess yet.

He needed to do more. He needed to wreck Elliot— make the boy forget his own name, who he is, everything he lived for and stood for.

It wasn’t enough. Not yet.

C00lkid hoisted Elliot’s frail body up with an arm, feeling his chest move with every breath. Elliot huffed, finally coming to his senses as he felt fingers coming to pinch at the sensitive buds on his chest, whimpering at the touch.

“W-Wait… But I just… Haah… Came…” Elliot stuttered, groaning as C00lkid continued to twist and tug regardless of his words.

“Doesn’t mean ya can’t come again. And again. And again…,” C00lkid slowly trailed off, other hand coming to join the other in teasing at Elliot’s perky nipples, “Hey, you think I could get milk to come outta these things if I squeezed hard enough?”

“Must you really be really trying to crack jokes in the middle of fucking me…?” Elliot laughed lightly, a smile finally coming to his lips as he felt C00lkid pull his hands away.

“What makes you think I’m not being serious?”

“...What?”

C00lkid chose not to respond as he curled his body over the bed, grunting as he grabbed a small, black box from beneath the bed before rising again. He cracked open the lid, pulling out the following; a vibrator, two nipple clamps, and a spiked collar with a leash to match.

Elliot could gulp nervously, watching C00lkid slink towards him with a smirk so sinister it nearly made him shriek.

The pizza boy sucked in a deep breath, his body tense as the clamps were secured onto his nipples. They hurt; providing him with a sharp, persistent sting.

Next came the vibrator, a pink, pill shaped device just small enough to fit snugly into his ass. C00lkid kept pushing it into him until he’d located his prostate— which he’d determined by the volume of Elliot’s constant mewling.

Last came the collar, Elliot’s face flushing as he heard the small click making sure it was snugly fitted around his neck. C00lkid gave it a firm tug, Elliot yelping as he was yanked forwards. C00lkid only snickered, muttering a small “fits nicely”.

He watched slowly, eyebrows raising in confusion as the hacker came to lay in front of him, ass raised high in the air as he wiggled it teasingly.

Elliot opened his mouth— looking around as if wanting to say something– before closing it again, lips forming a thin line as he scooted forwards. His dick came to twitch against C00lkid’s waiting entrance, the hacker wiggling his hips as he waited.

“I thought you were supposed to be… On top.” Elliot grunted, slowly sliding the tip in and groaning at the warmth that greeted him. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much pushback— had he lubed himself up beforehand?

“Ah… Nah dude, I-I just did that so the vibrator wouldn’t hurt that pretty little ass of y-yours.” C00lkid replied calmly, trying to maintain his carefree attitude despite the cock slowly burying itself in his ass.

As soon as Elliot finally bottomed out, sighing softly, that’s when the whirring started up, the small device only serving as pressure now working to attack his prostate.

“A-AH! W-Wait! Wait! A-Atleast- fuck, warn me!” Elliot cried, hips bucking unexpectedly as he was shocked by the sudden stimulation.

“What’s the point in w-warning ya…? That only… Ngh… T-Takes away from the fun!” C00lkid roared with laughter, enjoying the way the other’s hips moved and jolted as he tried to process everything.

He sobbed, arms wrapping around C00lkid’s torso as he began to fuck into him roughly, unable to control his movements as he buried his face into the hacker’s back. Short, clean nails dug into C00lkid’s stomach, causing him to let out a low groan.

“F-Fuck… Ha, feels n-nice, yeah? Ngh… That lil thing whirrin’ away at yer prostate? Hrm?” C00lkid moaned softly, yelping a little as his own prostate was jabbed thanks to Elliot’s rapid and rather uncoordinated movements.

“A-aah! Ah! F-fuck— yes, yes!” Elliot sobbed, fat tears spilling down his cheek as he humped away, feeling like nothing more than a mutt in heat.

C00lkid suddenly took hold of the leash, pulling it forwards suddenly and watching as Elliot gagged with the sudden restriction of his exhaustion. He let him cough and sputter for a moment for his own sick enjoyment, watching Elliot be torn between thrusting and trying to gasp for air.

Finally, he eased up, letting go as he watched Elliot pant desperately, hips still moving thanks to the vibrator.

“I-It’s too much! I-I- ah! C00lkid, please—” Elliot began to blabber, words trailing off to form complete and utter nonsense as C00lkid remained utterly unphased– aside from a few moans here and there.

“Nonsense! Y-You can handle it… I know ya can, k-kid…!” C00lkid protested, brow furrowing in thought for a moment before he flashed Elliot a smile.

“I’m gonna try somethin’. ‘Kay?”

“W-Wait… Wait… What— AH!”

The hacker began pushing his rear backwards—watching the sparkle fade from Elliot’s eye as he began forcing poor, poor Elliot square onto his back before all but slamming down onto his cock, relishing in the way Elliot screeched and flailed in response.

Elliot’s nails buried themselves into the skin of hips, nearly drawing blood as he kicked his feet and bucked his hips. His teeth tore into the skin of his hips, the smell of fresh copper coming to join the stink of sex in polluting the room’s air..

It was too much.

C00lkid was riding him like as if there was no tommorow— barely giving him time to lift his hips up before he was slamming his ass down on him again and again and again. He could feel the way the other’s tight walls clenched and tightened around him instinctively, cock trapped in a realm of endless stimulation as he tried to hold on to reality.

The world felt like it was closing in on him.

A click of a button signaled for the vibrator hidden deep within his ass to spin faster— however that was possible, given its already impossibly fast pace. Elliot wailed, grinding downwards before jutting upwards, C00lkid already there and ready to sink down onto him like he’d been for the past few minutes.

His every sense felt violated— his smell, his sight, his touch— god, was he going to die like this?

“C00lkid! A–aaah- oh! N-ngh! Shit! P-Please I’m gonna– ‘M gonna—!”

The hacker simply began to grind back and forth, refusing to look back at Elliot’s absolutely ruined expression.

“P-Please! Please! Please!”

Another click. The vibrator sped up.

“C00lkid!!!”

And with that, he snapped.

An endless sea of curses and whines spilled past his lips, cum gushing out like it never had before. It hurt, a near endless flow bursting from the head of his oversensitive tip as he writhed pitifully— almost like a bug that’d been sprayed with a powerful insecticide. How utterly pitiful.

The orgasm managed to stretch over a full minute, finishing off with a silent howl as Elliot’s body went completely limp. Trying to move any sort of muscle felt like absolute hell, body screaming at him to stay put. It felt like he’d been shackled to the bed with pure, uncuttable, titanium steel, an invisible weight keeping him down as he took in desperate breaths of air.

Only after Elliot stopped shaking did C00lkid look back, that same, devilish grin playing on his lips as he slowly raised himself off of the shaking man, turning around to take in the extent of his work.

“...Damn. Surprised you didn’t tap out. Impressive, must I say.” C00lkid hummed, sounding almost genuinely impressed as he rubbed his own sore ass. 

He dangled his legs off the side of the bed, grunting as he stood on slightly unsteady feet before hoisting Elliot up onto his shoulders, running his hand up and down the older man’s back as he began to pace in the direction of the bathroom.

“Let’s get ya to the tub, sweet thing. Also— let’s get all of those little toys off and out of ya!”

Elliot could only groan in response, truly too exhausted to do anything else.