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Prompt: Claire works at a kink club and one evening she gets a very shocking customer… And more shocking still, she hopes he’ll return.

Claire did her usual mental calming exercises, as she did at the start of every shift. Her legs were already spread and secured in the straps elevating them so the night’s clients had an unobstructed view of her pussy. That way they could decide if it was a hole they found appealing to play with. They wouldn’t see anything else since the rest of her body, waist up, was hidden behind the cover of the partition. That was the point of the sex club. The clients could fuck a wet, hot cunt and carry with their lives without worrying about the face behind the hole.

She and one other were the first shift and Claire’s pussy was fresh. She’d lubed and stretched it as per usual before she settled on the cot and she was ready for the first of the night’s anonymous cocks to fill her. It wasn’t the sort of job she ever thought she’d take but the money was really good and it was surprisingly safe. She knew there was a guard sitting on a chain the room with the girls, always watching and ready to act if one of the johns misbehaved. Toys were available for use but nothing too extreme and clients were not allowed to bring their own. The club was invite only and a recent clean bill of health had to be submitted. In return, the club promised tight and healthy pussy.

A friend of hers suggested it. Said it was easy money and she tried it out. She expected to feel gross after but it was surprisingly easy to distance herself from the acts. It was just a job and being able to take a breather without the panic attack every time talks of college tuition came about was a relief she wasn’t ready to part with now that she had it. Chris didn’t need to know about this. He knew she made some money but he thought her part time job was something more mainstream. She told him, she was helping out the faculty with some administrative work.

Not a complete lie since she did so occasionally, albeit her help was more of an unpaid internship. Well, what her brother didn’t know about couldn’t hurt him and Claire wanted to lessen some of the burden Chris decided to shoulder all by himself. She knew he was working himself ragged to make enough money for both of them and he was way too proud to accept her help. At least she could pay for her living expenses by herself. Even protective big bro couldn’t argue with that.

‘Damn, first of the day. That’s pretty lucky.’ Claire stilled the thoughts in her mind as she heard the voice of a man. Their first client. It sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place it straight away. Most johns didn’t speak when they were there, preferring to keep as much anonymity to themselves as possible but some didn’t care if the holes in the wall heard them. Those were usually repeat customers. Perhaps she vaguely recognised this voice as one who’d been invited to the club before. But Racoon City was a big place with plenty of cocks drooling for pussy. Claire didn’t try to figure it out too hard. It didn’t matter.

‘Why the fuck do I let you talk me into this?’ That voice however, Claire placed immediately. Chris. Her brother was a client?! She’d have never guessed he’d be into this sort of activity. Heat rushed up her chest as she realized Chris was seeing her spread pussy and didn’t even know it.

‘Because unlike you, I know how to live a  little. Come on, choose one. You’ll love it.’ It took a few moments but she placed the second voice too. One of Chris’ friends. Claire had only met him a few times but he did seem like the sort of guy who would get an invite to the club. Forest Speyer.

‘Fine… I’ll pick this one.’ Claire felt her innards frost with trepidation. There was a fifty-fifty chance her brother was looking at her but she had no way of knowing. Until Forest opened his mouth.

‘Oh? You like brunette pussy? Fine by me. I’ll have the blonde then.’ Claire’s thighs trembled and she warred with the indecision to speak up. Chris had no idea what he was about to do so wasn’t it her responsibility to stop him? But then he’d know what she was doing and Claire hesitated….

She felt hands run along her legs and she bit on her tongue to keep quiet. Those were Chris’ hands. The fingers reached her thighs and curiously caressed over to the parted heat of her cunt. Claire felt him brush the carpet of her pubes aside to part the lips and she imagined her brother staring deep inside the pink opening of her vagina. The fingers rubbed up and down and she was watering. Claire didn’t know how to feel about getting wet while Chris rubbed the tender folds of her pussy but aroused was probably not it.

She sucked in a breath when fingers slipped inside, testing her tightness and moisture. The digits pumped through her a few times while Chris used his other hand to flick her hard clitoris. Claire felt her eyes go crossed as pleasure started gathering with the rapid fingering. She heard the other woman moan liberally as Forest had his own fun. She wanted to moan too but her voice would be as instantly recognizable to Chris as his had been to her. She struggled with it but she stayed mute as Chris fingered her deeply, widening the inner walls apart. When he removed his hand Claire nearly whined for him to keep going but she fortunately slapped her hand over her mouth just in time.

Her pussy leaked and twitched while she waited for Chris to do more. Claire knew what would happen next. She heard the tell-tale noise of a zipper getting undone. If she was going to say anything before a line was crossed now was the time but she wanted it. She said nothing even as Chris’ hot cock rubbed through the salivating folds, getting his tip nice and wet with her juices.

Then he was pushing through her. Claire bit on her finger as she clamped tightly on her big brother’s cock. It was so big and hot inside her. She’d had plenty of dick but Chris’ seemed to fit her perfectly. She felt fingers hold onto her calves as Chris slammed his hips into her, shoving his fat length all the way to the hilt. She felt it scrape all the way deep inside her and she wondered if Chris’ cock was pushing into her womb. All the girls at the club used spermicide and for the right fee, barebacking and creampies were allowed. Claire felt the raw heat of Chris’ dick and she knew he wasn’t wearing a rubber.

Something was fucked with her head because she wanted her brother’s thick cum flooding her belly. The sound of Chris slamming into her was wet and filthy, echoed by Forest and his hole. She was tightening her pussy as her climax began to crest and she wondered if Chris’ rapid pace meant he’d fill her with cream soon. He did. Claire took deep breaths through her nose as copious sperm spilled inside her body. Chris’. Her brother’s. It made her inexcusably hot.

‘Oh fuck! That was great.’ Claire was struggling to keep her gasping silent, even as her toes stayed curled.

‘Told ya. Listen, I got an invite for next week too if you want a repeat?’ Claire blinked sluggishly and focused to hear Chris’ answer.

‘Sure.’ Her pussy winked and she felt cum leak out.

‘Friday?’ The voices were departing. Chris and Forest were done. Claire strained to hear her brother’s answer.

‘Sounds good.’ Claire made a mental note to make sure she was on shift next Friday.

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Prompt: Krauser always preferred the hairless look and he sees an opportunity for some special training…

Leon furrowed his brows, a bead of sweat slowly running from his hairline over his eyelash and he rapidly blinked it away before it affected his focused stare. When he’d been sent for training under Major Krauser’s directive, he could have never imagined this was the sort of task he’d ever be saddled with. Granted, Krauser told him he was special. The Major didn’t take this sort of interest in every rookie sent to the boot camp and as strange as it was to admit, Leon felt a little proud at standing out. Little did he know being interesting to Jack Krauser didn’t simply translate to his combat abilities.

‘Careful rookie.’ Leon sucked in a breath through his nostrils, staying silent while he did his best to still the tremble in his fingers. The knife between his fingers was wicked sharp. A shake of his wrist would easily nick the Major’s skin and Leon knew that would be punished.

It was hard though! Krauser’s chest was slathered in shaving cream and he was tasked with removing any growing hair across the massive torso. With a knife. As unorthodox as that was, him being held down on Krauser’s lap with the older soldier’s thick cock stiffly twitching inside his ass was the main reason behind his unsteadiness. Leon’s hole kept squeezing around the member and he wanted to shift his position but Krauser’s hands pressed his hips firmly down. Leon concentrated on running the blade over the smooth pectorals but his thoughts couldn’t get away from the heat of Krauser’s rod and how the crown was ground right up against his gut lining. He wanted to shift and rub it along his pleasure bundles but the tiniest readjustment would surely make his fingers slip, if the Major even allowed it.

Leon blinked to try redirecting his focus. His fingers were getting close to Krauser’s nipple and he couldn’t slip here. The pink peak stood out in the creamy white and he twisted his wrist to round the tender flesh. His mouth watered and Leon was so tempted to suck on the breast… That was one of those special privileges afforded to Leon only but not today.

Leon hissed out a relieved breath when the area was completely revealed, the last of the cream getting wiped off on the sleeve of his shirt. He was almost there. Leon’s cock was jerking between their closely pressed abdomens and he was staining the Major with his drooling pre. He wanted to take the edge off. He wanted to touch himself or buck his hips to use their close bodies for friction but that was a reward he’d only get when he completed his assignment.

The distraction was for only an instance. Leon bit his lip as he foolishly let himself think of Krauser’s reward if he did a good job. His ass hugged the cock between its walls tightly and he felt a spark of pleasure zigzag through the swollen glands of his weeping penis. But his fingers shook and the knife drew blood. Leon widened his eyes in horror as the red stained the steel and he glanced up to find the Major’s eyes narrowed. The cut was tiny but blood was spilled and that mean punishment.

‘What did I tell you rookie? Can’t even do something this simple? You’re fucking useless.’ The man’s words stung and Leon stilled, unsure if he was expected to continue or wait for whatever the Major deemed a fitting punishment.

‘Clean it up.’ Leon reached for the hem of his sweat soaked shirt to dab at the cut but Krauser stopped him with a threatening dig of his fingernails into his thighs. ‘With your mouth.’ The young man widened his eyes, unsure if he’d heard correctly but Major Krauser wasn’t known for his humorous nature. Leon hesitated and the fingers dug harder into his muscles. He winced.

Leon leaned the small distance to press his lips to the fresh cut and lick it, tasting the blood on his tongue. He shoved the nausea at knowing he was sucking human blood down and kept his lips suctioned to the skin until he felt no bleeding. When he stood back up, jerking slightly at the shift of the cock inside him, Leon was tempted to spit the bloody content out but Krauser was watching him. He knew what the Major wanted and he swallowed, blinking tears away as he felt the salty mouthful run down his throat.

‘Good. Keep going. Finish the rest and I’ll give you the fuck you’re so eager for. Ain’t that right slut?’ Leon flinched at the insult but his silence spoke volumes. His ass squeezed the cock he desperately wanted to mess him up and he mutely nodded.

Leon resumed caressing the blade carefully over the tough skin, eagerly looking forwards to the powerful man bouncing him up and down his cock. That’s what it meant to be special to Jack Krauser after all.

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Prompt: Umbrella no longer has power over Irons and he’d always had a bone to pick with Wesker…

Wesker actually felt fear but he was too good at keeping his unimpressed façade to let it show. Most called it arrogance but most didn’t know his childhood. Showing fear, pain or weakness of any sort was swiftly rewarded with more of the same. His arrogance was his shield but he expected no sympathy and he would waste no time seeking it. Spencer and Marcus shaped him into the man he was and regardless of their tactics, Wesker was unquestionably strong. He was however, as much as he loathe to acknowledge it, human. He was stronger, smarter and faster than the common cur but his body was not immune to drugs and Irons made sure his head swam with a most vile cocktail.

With the outbreak spreading through Racoon City, Umbrella’s control momentarily slipped. The world was burning outside and Wesker recognised his first mistake was returning to the R.P.D. to fetch some documents he kept at the S.T.A.R.S. office. Finding Irons sheltering in the solid cover of the police station like a rat was no surprise. His men and women fought tooth and nail but he barked orders while he coward behind them. Wesker saw civilians pick up makeshift weapons and do their best to help one another but this man, supposedly a leader, hid. It didn’t surprise him. Brian Irons was a skid mark. He was a pudgy puppet Umbrella found useful for a while but Wesker always found his presence insufferable. The few times he’d had dealings with him in a professional capacity, he’d left curling his lip in revulsion.

So when he saw the R.P.D. Chief skulking about he’d ignored him entirely. Failures like him would be mowed down by the infected for sure. He could scurry about like the bloated vermin he was for now but Wesker was satisfied in his assurance Irons would become zombie food by the night’s end. To think Irons was mad enough to attack him was something which didn’t even cross Wesker’s mind. He was too insignificant to even see as vaguely threatening and that had been Wesker’s second mistake.

During this time of upheaval, Umbrella’s control was of little consequence to the madman and Irons wasn’t ignorant to Wesker’s judgement of him. A small man like that saw any threat to his imagined superiority as a personal insult and Wesker had been very vocal about his thoughts on the Chief. Small wonder the man held a resentment. And now he saw fit to enact it.

Irons didn’t sneak on Wesker. The man was as light on his footing as a hippopotamus but the Captain simply didn’t bother turning to face him. Why waste the time of day. His third and final mistake. Wesker felt the needle push into his neck. He twisted to shove Irons away, determined to rip his eyeballs out and shove them down his gullet but he immediately understood his body was already compromised. His movements were uncoordinated and he reckoned whatever drugs Irons used was exceptionally potent to act so rapidly on his metabolism. He saw the man’s leer and darkness creped in. The thought of falling to a knee in front of this mongrel was one which would shame him for the rest of his life. Then he remembered nothing more.

When he regained consciousness he was no longer in the office. He didn’t know where he was at first but then the pieces came together. Of course he was aware of Irons’ pastimes and he knew about his vile chambers. He knew about the abducted women. He had a file on the victims, all drugged and assaulted. Umbrella threatened them into silence and Irons was allowed to continue his criminal activity under their protection. Wesker wasn’t one to waste time on morality. To him, such things were disgusting simply for the pointlessness of the brutality.

Morality had nothing to do with it. Umbrella certainly couldn’t take the high ground and on more than one occasion when Iron’s used playthings posed more trouble than they were worth, they ended up as Wesker’s research. In many ways he supposed when it came to his view of people he was far more similar to Irons than he cared to admit out loud. The women were living, useful bodies and that was it. Irons saw them as objects to gratify his sexual appetites while Wesker considered them as stepping ladders in the testing of his magnum opi. Either way, to men like them, people were tools.

When Irons entered the room, Wesker understood he was now just another tool. In a sickening way it gave him some comfort to understand. He kept his mouth closed and his face impassive as the mad Chief let loose his pent up rage at Wesker’s lording of his supremacy over him. Predictable. He was tempted to mock but Irons was too excited to show him what he thought of his superiority. It started with the removal of his clothes and the invasive spread of his rectum by the man’s thick fingers. The drugs in Wesker’s system were making it impossible to put up an opposition. He couldn’t even speak and he could barely think in coherent sentences. This loss of autonomy was the source of his fear. Pain and humiliation were things he’d been raised to endure but being unable to rely on his mind overshadowed anything else Iron’s tiny brain could come up with.

Wesker was barely bothered by the fingering and the man’s gross touches of his penis. He watched unperturbed from his spot on the table, silently waiting for the drugs to lessen the effects enough so he could rip this cretin’s head from his shoulders. When Irons held his flaccid penis and started poking at the urethra opening with a metal rod, sweat gathered between his shoulder blades but he knew what it meant. The imbecile didn’t even have the good grace to lubricate the implement before sliding it down and forcing his urethra apart. The burn was excruciating but Wesker endured worse.

He said nothing when Irons started pushing his fingers inside him again or his tiny cock. He could tell the stubborn stoicism was getting under the swine’s skin and that was a great source of pleasure to him. Wesker curled his fingers, finding the fist he was making able to hold some strength to it. The effects were trickling by but they were dissipating. He’d just have to endure this ape’s assault until then.

‘Think you’re so much better than me still? We’ll see how high and mighty you are after this.’ Irons pulled out another injection and that did get a response out of Wesker. He widened his eyes but his tongue felt too large for his mouth and he couldn’t speak to threaten the man into submission. Irons grinned at his first show of fear and pushed the needle into his neck. He made sure to twist it so it hurt. Wesker hissed a breath through clenched teeth and expected for the room to start spinning again but instead his body temperature rose and his muddled mind hastened to try note the symptoms. Heat, itchiness, increased perspiration, blurry sight…Arousal. Irons injected him with an aphrodisiac.

‘Let’s hear the mighty Albert Wesker squeal. Go on, nice and loud. Nobody’s going to hear you.’ He wondered how many of Irons’ victims heard that when they were helpless on the table. He wanted to stay silent and still but it was becoming difficult. The arousal was swelling his cock against his wishes. He was a scientist and he understood his willpower couldn’t do much in the face of hormonal alterations. His body would respond and respond it did. Irons started touching his erection again and this time it hurt. He wanted to cum but he couldn’t with the rod wedged deep down his length.

‘That’s more like it.’ Irons grinned in self-satisfaction and Wesker wanted to slap the expression off his face. His hair was drenched and drooping over his eyes. It was not the time but he resented anyone seeing him with this unkempt appearance.

‘This one’s a favourite of mine. I usually keep it for my best girls but thanks to you and Umbrella’s fuckups I might have to settle for the likes of you.’ Irons brought out another implement from somewhere Wesker didn’t have enough focus to track. A long device, phallic and black. He understood where it would be inserted and he grimaced at the size of it. Irons let him get a good look before pressing it to his hole. He was just as dry but the toy slid in with enough force. He’d had fingers and cock inside his anus already but this tool was easily the size of his fist. It burned and Wesker hissed but the aphrodisiac made sure his cock remained torturously hard.

When the tip found his prostate and Irons ground into it, Wesker couldn’t help himself anymore. His mouth opened and he debased himself while Irons fucked him with the toy. He needed to cum so badly it was worse than most things Marcus did to him. The cacophony of Iron’s cruel laughter was like nails on chalkboards. The toy came to life inside him, vibrating and jerking against the inner walls of his tender guts. It trashed around like a fish on land and Wesker was close to blinking tears away. The pleasure was immense and just as painful. It was raw and unrelenting.

‘Think I’ll just leave you here like this. Maybe one of your men can find the great S.T.A.R.S. Captain wriggling his hips like a whore. Wouldn’t that be a sight?’ Wesker barely heard the man’s unpleasant voice. He was getting exhausted from the continued effort of enduring cresting a climax only to have it ripped away over and over at the last second.

To this day, years later, Wesker’s wasn’t entirely sure what happened next. One moment Irons was mocking him and playing with him as if he was one of his unfortunate blond girls. The next, hot blood flowed out the man’s open chest in a fountain, spraying him from chin to pelvis. Wesker was certain he saw someone familiar, albeit undergoing the familiar changes of the G-Virus. Or maybe he’d imagined it because consciousness slipped. To this day he couldn’t say with absolute certainty what happened to afford him his freedom. When he woke up again he was alone and the drugs were blessedly metabolised enough for him to get away.

Irons was gone. He assumed dead, but he didn’t linger to check for a corpse. Wesker was already falling behind. He needed to hurry to the Mansion. He wouldn’t allow Brian Irons of all people to interfere with his plans.

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Prompt: Chris leaves his dog with Jake for training…

‘Be a good puppy and show your captain how well behaved you are.’ Jake grinned and tugged on the leash, prompting Piers to walk forwards. The soldier was on all fours like the good bitch he was and he let the younger man lead him around the room by the collar fitted snugly around his throat. The tag with his owner’s name glinted as the sniper swayed his hips, doing his best to jostle the tail fitted deep inside him as little as possible. It was just the standard military dog tags soldiers wore and Redfield looked so good around Pierce’s neck. Jake wasn’t making it easy by tugging him forwards in zigzagging patterns so he had no choice but balance his weight from one knee to the other. It wouldn’t be a good show if the puppy didn’t whine a little as his cock hung heavy between his legs, leaking beads of precum across the floor.

Jake led the puppy to face Chris and paused just close enough for the two to be within touching distance. He could tell Piers was drooling to go to the older man and from the smoulder in the B.S.A.A. captain’s dark stare, he figured the yearn was shared. But that would be no fun. If the puppy wanted a reward, he needed to work for it. Chris trusted Jake to train his dog and he would show off the fruits of their labour.

‘Stay. Sit.’ Piers whined but did as told. He sat back on his haunches, cock twitching against his abdomen so Chris could see the way it reddened the more attention was paid to it. Jake smirked at how unexpectedly freaky the two soldiers were but he sure as shit wasn’t complaining. He still found it weird they let him into their kinky pet play but he was having a great time. Piers was such a freak for obeying orders and as much as he bitched about Jake, as soon as Chris put him in charge the puppy snapped his jaws shut and tucked his tail between his legs. Hard not to enjoy the shift.

‘Did he give you any trouble?’ Chris asked, stare focused on Piers’ deep blush. His freckles looked so nice on the reddened canvas.

‘Nah. Expected more of a challenge really but he likes being told what to do.’ Jake grinned and knelt to fit behind Piers, winding an arm to rug teasingly up and down his quivering chest.

‘He’s my best soldier.’ Chris declared proudly and Jake felt the jerk in the puppy’s body at the praise. He almost rolled his eyes. Something about following another man like such a sycophant made his skin itch but it obviously didn’t bother the sniper.

‘That’s a nice compliment. Do you want to show your captain how happy you are with it?’ Jake nuzzled on the lobe of Piers’ ear, stroking the man’s belly so tantalisingly close to his erection but just not close enough. ‘Do you want to suck his fat cock?’ Piers’ body jerked against him with unrestraint eagerness and Jake yanked on the leash still wrapped around his fist. ‘Beg for it.’

Piers didn’t hesitate before mewling morosely. He put his hands up, parodying paws and whined until his eyes moistened with barely supressed tears. All while Chris watched. Jake didn’t help by continuing his caresses and nuzzling the soldier’s hair with his nose. He wouldn’t admit it but he enjoyed the smell of the sniper. He liked kissing Pier’s sweaty skin leaching his heat as their bodies slipped against each other. The only thing he had a problem with was Piers’ flapping gums but as his puppy… At least for the time being, that was no longer an issue and Jake was getting addicted to the soldier’s body.

Chris seemed impassive as he listened to the pleading but his cock was straining and Jake hummed approvingly when the captain started stroking it slowly, obviously getting off on Piers’ pathetic whining. His own rod was stiff as a pole and digging between the other man’s ass cheeks, drooling sticky pre between their pressed hips.

‘Well, what do you think Chris? He’s your dog.’ Jake moved a hand all the way past Piers’ erection to cup his heavy balls, holding them out for Chris to see how full they were. He’d left the puppy needy for days in anticipation of this show. He’d enjoyed listening to Piers plead for his dick and be denied. Jake had been nice enough to let the puppy hump his leg however. There was something insanely hot about a man like Piers thrusting his aching cock against his foot and moaning about it. Jake was starting to slowly figure out the other two were not the only freaks in the room…

‘I’m satisfied but he’s your charge Jake so you get final word.’ He hoped Chris would say that and he was ready to narrow his eyes when Piers turned his head to look at him. His stare were huge and wet. This close Jake could kiss him but he stayed just close enough to brush his lips as he spoke.

‘No. He can beg better.’ It was like he could see the way Piers’ heart broke in the wet sheen of his stare. He placated the disappointed puppy with a kiss on his lips but it was nowhere near enough. Too bad, he was the one holding the leash.

Jake used his hand to prompt Piers sit back and lean into his chest, just so he could perfectly show Chris a view of his opened legs. He encouraged the younger soldier to splay his thighs further apart and Jake knew Chris could see the puppy’s hole swallow around the plastic girth of his tail. He touched the rim with his fingertip and Piers immediately moaned.

The ex-mercenary slipped the tail out half way, showing Chris how wet the hole was. Perfectly prepped and lubbed of course. Then he pushed the tail back in and Piers groaned louder. His head rested on Jake’s shoulder, chest rising with shallow gasps of air while his ass was toyed with. The tail was specifically chosen to be just long enough to scratch the delightful itch inside the lieutenant’s guts so every time Jake shied from pushing the phallice that last inch, he knew the puppy was left tittering on the edge.

‘Whine puppy or I can’t give my approval for your meal.’ Jake whispered hotly against Piers’ head while repeating the motion of the toy. The brunette was shaking his hips and rubbing against Jake’s sandwiched erection, actually getting his hand to stutter and fuck the toy through him faster. Chris seemed happy with the show if the monster standing between his legs was anything to go by. Jake enjoyed having it in his line of sight. Fortunately Piers took his suggestion to heart and yelped like the cock slut he clearly was or Jake’s dick threatened to spill before he was done with his tease. That would be embarrassing…

‘That’s more like it. Enjoy your meal.’ Jake barely finished the sentence before Piers was crawling towards Chris’ patient member. The leash tugged on his fingers and he loosened it, letting the man reach his earned reward. Jake took a calming breath as he watched the puppy attack that length, slurping and sucking on it like a starved animal. He couldn’t imagine Chris would hold back too long before feeding his dog with rich ribbons of spunk. Fuck he was happy to spill from the wet sounds the enthusiastic lieutenant was making. Porn stars couldn’t even try comparing.

Jake rose to his knees, enough to get back behind Piers’ ass. He met Chris’ stare but if the man had an objection he didn’t say anything. Jake doubted the hunk’s brain was thinking of anything outside the hot hug of his soldier’s lips around his dick. He’d been there… Piers barely stirred when he slipped the tail out fully and Jake whistled at the lovely shape of it left behind. The puppy’s hole stayed alluringly open and dripping. It was criminal not to plug it back up.

He heard a choked whine as he replaced the plastic with his throbbing penis instead. The puppy was not the only one who’d been holding back until Chris returned from his latest mission. His hand was never enough, not after he had a taste of Piers’ tight body.

He knew Chris was cumming when he noticed the captain’s large hand slip behind Piers’ head and hold him down. Jake felt the tell-tale shiver of pleasure zap up his spine and he drenched the puppy’s hole as he enjoyed the thick gulps of the younger soldier gorging himself on fresh cream. Jake slipped a hand to check the puppy’s cock wasn’t left wanting but his fingers came off moist and sticky. He wondered if the needy bitch stained the floor as soon as Chris’ cock was balls deep inside his throat. He supposed he’d been too distracted with the ecstasy of carving the shape of his rod inside the soldier’s hole to pay attention.

‘So? You happy with how your dog’s training’s going?’ Jake smirked through blissed out eyes and shaking lips. He made an effort to focus on the other two. Piers’ fucked out face rested happily on Chris’ thigh, tongue still slipping out to lick the nearby cock from time to time, and Chris’ fingers brushed tenderly through his sweat soaked hair.

‘Yeah. I think I’ll leave him in your care for a while longer.’

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Prompt: Alex wanted to show off her pretty furniture and you get to see it…

To say you’re anxious is a woeful understatement. You hastily wipe at the sweat moistening your brow before it starts running down your face. You know the woman you have a meeting with today would be very displeased if she had to be in the presence of a sweaty wretch but you can’t help it! Nobody skipped merrily to a meeting with Alex Wesker. The woman was terrifying! But her science was phenomenal and your company is eager to strike a bargain with the brilliant scientist. It’s just your luck to be the one tasked with delivering the proposal in person.

The finite points have fortunately already been agreed upon but Alex insisted on someone delivering a physical copy of the papers to her in person. She didn’t give a reason why or ask for any messenger in particular which only made everyone more terrified to be saddled with the task. You’re not ignorant to the Wesker’s view of humans and how easily anyone could end up as a part of her research. Everyone at work knew and when the e-mail popped in your inbox, designating you as the sacrificial lamb you didn’t feel like celebrating.

But surely Alex wouldn’t hurt you, not when she wants to do business with your superiors… You say that but you’ve been in this industry long enough to know your existence won’t amount to a great loss to the company. You’re replicable and the knowledge stings but the money’s too good to scoff at. This is not the usual stuff you do. Usually you’re just a desk jokey so while you can’t claim ignorance at what sort of ‘science’ your employers fund, you’re not actually doing anything. You’re not one of the scientists so you’re better. Right? You’re supposed to be putting reports together and shredding evidence when the authorities get a bit too close to an unsavoury truth. So you have no idea why this delivery fell to you but you know saying ‘no’ was not an option.

Alex’s labs were in a location known only to her but she agreed to set a meeting in a facility she’d been known to frequent. Funny. You’d always wanted to visit France but you doubt you’ll be doing much sightseeing today. Alex gave you the address of a lavish hotel and when you inquire at the front desk, the concierge nods immediately. He retrieves a key and gives it to you with no further question. It seems odd. You could be anyone but then you remember who Alex Wesker is and your confusion disappears. It didn’t matter if you were an imposter. All you’d achieve is walk into the lionesses’ den and offer yourself for the mauling.

With an anxious nod you take the key and hurry to the elevator. It unlocks once you twist the key into its hole and you step inside. It’s not small but you feel claustrophobic.  It would be unwise to leave the blond scientist waiting. As the doors slide shut, you catch sight of the look the man behind the front desk throws you. Pity for you. But then he’s gone and the elevators open in front of a suite door. You knock and wait respectfully, shushing your nervous impulse to shift your weight from one foot to the other like a naughty child waiting at the principal’s office.

‘Come in.’ You flinch even if the voice wasn’t excessively loud or harsh. You’re too jumpy but you shove the nerves down as best as you can and push the door open. The room is as grandiose as the woman sitting on the settee. You don’t want to look like an idiot and gawk around the over stimulating richness so you focus on Alex. She’s an exceptionally beautiful woman and she stares you down with terrifyingly piercing eyes. Her lips are so red you wonder for a crazy second if they’re covered in blood. She’s wearing a perfectly white suit, elegant and severe. You approach her and then you stop, noting the…table in front of her.

At first you assumed it was an odd artistic design but now that you’re looking properly there’s no doubt.   That’s a person! A naked woman is sitting motionless on her hands and knees before the scientist. You don’t recognise her. Her brunette hair is tied in a tail hanging over her shoulder. She has a collar around her throat and you can’t help but stare at the rest of her displayed body. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen. You don’t want to look like a pervert but you stare at her tits and swallow when you realize weights are clamped onto hoops pierced in the nipples. They’re heavy enough to drag the breasts low and you supress a wince. A furtive look has you reeling when you see another weight dangling between the woman’s legs and you can’t see what this is affixed to but you can guess…

‘Take a seat. I’d like to conclude this business.’ Alex’s voice actually makes you jump. You almost forgot about her and your terror. You nod rapidly and scurry to take your seat, on the other side of the human desk, and unclasp your suitcase to take out the precious documents carried all the way across an ocean. For a second you look at the woman’s back and you hesitate to place the papers on her skin. Fortunately Alex makes the decision for you and she holds out her hand to take them. You hand them over gratefully and the scientist begins scrutinising the printed words, leaving you to wait. And stare.

You try to resist but your eyes return to ogle the odd spectacle of the still woman. You note the candles placed along the curve of her spine. There’s nothing below them to stop the hot wax from running down and dripping on the ‘table’. Maybe they’re fake? But that idea gets disproven when you watch a red droplet of wax slip down and pool on the skin. You see it harden and you shift to see if the woman’s ok but her face remains completely impassive. It’s as if she didn’t even notice.

You can’t help but stare at the tits and the weight between her legs again. A twinge of arousal sparks inside your belly because you can’t help it. As you stare at her crotch you realize the weight down there is glistening with moisture. It’s dripping and you realize the woman’s pussy is sopping wet. You can’t see it but the proof is staining the carpet.

‘This all seems acceptable.’ Alex speaks and your eyes shoot up only to realize she’s staring at you. Your cheeks burn as you realize you’ve been found staring at the woman’s cunt and you swallow the lump in your throat. You wait for Alex to sign the papers and return the copy to you so you can retreat and begin your journey all the way back home. It seems crazy to trek all this distance just for this but nobody questioned an eccentricity when it came from someone as coveted as Alex. Her research was worth a few flights.

‘Before you go, would you like a coffee? I should have offered you one already but I thought it’d be best to attend business first.’ You’re not sure but you nod because refusing seems dangerous. Alex smiles like you’d passed some hidden test and her teeth remind you of a shark. You’re surprised they’re not marred as red as her lips. She stands and turns to a nearby counter to prepare the beverages, leaving you to stare at the desk some more. The candles have burned even more and still the woman didn’t twitch once. Maybe she truly is an unbelievably realistic ornament…

‘Here.’ Alex hands you a cup and you accept it with thanks. You sip and nearly recoil at the burn of the dark liquid. Steam is rising from the cup and you realize you can’t just guzzle the coffee quickly to make an escape. Alex smiles and begins sipping her own drink.

‘I look forward to conducting business with your company.’ You nod, daring another sip with more cautious and wait for Alex to say more. She doesn’t and the silence as you consume your coffee is unnerving and heavy. Your eyes keep trying to drift back to the woman but you don’t dare with Alex staring unblinkingly at you.

When she places the cup on the naked back you bite the inside of your cheek in sympathy. With how hot the porcelain is, surely that must hurt. Alex begins stirring the coffee with the spoon she’d brought on her plate and she’s deliberately turning the utensil too vigorously. Steaming, black liquid spills and peppers the vulnerable back. You blinked away tears at the burn touching the tip of your tongue so there’s no way the woman could remain still through this! But she does. The only hint of her noticing anything at all is a tiny tremor in her hips and when your gaze is pulled to the tight ass, you realize the puddle under her pussy is wider.

‘Well, I don’t wish to keep you any further. I appreciate you making the journey.’ That was your dismissal and you suck a breath through your clenched teeth. Your coffee is barely touched and this time when you hesitate, Alex doesn’t offer you help. But you know what to do and you place the burning cup on the woman’s back.

You thank the scientist for her hospitality, get up, retrieve your suitcase and fight the urge to run out the room. You feel Alex’s carving stare on your back until the door shuts. Even as the elevator descends you think she’s following you through the floorboards. That meeting was the most nerve wrecking experience you’ve ever had in your career and you feel like you’ve achieved something by simply surviving. You almost crumble against the elevator wall and you realize with some shame, there’s a stain on your crotch.

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Prompt: Krauser tells Leon to show up at a private get together. He has no idea what he’s getting into but the other soldiers do…

Leon whined. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth and he was panting like a bitch in heat because his insides felt on fire. His mind kept fading in and out and his vision swam, spinning the room nauseatingly. Pleasure melted his lower body and he rolled his eyes to blink at the source. He’d been out for a moment and he had to labour to make his drunk brain recall why his ass was getting pounded hard enough to make his toes curl.

He found Krauser grinning down at him, hands spreading his legs wide open so he could thrust his body between them. Leon felt his guts clench when he saw the hunger in the older man’s stare and the fat cock rammed inside him again. The overwhelming pleasure nearly shoved Leon’s thoughts out again but he scrambled to hold on while his cock leaked a messy puddle over his chest. His eyes rolled some more in confused disconnection and he saw others watching him. His vision was too hazy to make out faces and focusing aggravated the nausea. Krauser’s brutal pounding made it nearly impossible to settle on one leering face. All the voyeurs were watching him get fucked senseless and most had their stiff cocks in hand, clearly enjoying the show.

That’s right, it took a moment but Leon was remembering. The Major told him to come to this gathering and Leon had a feeling what kinky shit Krauser planned for him. It wasn’t the first time he fucked Leon in front of others and it was a huge turn on. The man didn’t need to coerce him. Leon was more than willing to spread his legs and get his hole stuffed by his direct superior while others watched. Krauser figured out his slutty nature pretty early on and he’d been happy to take advantage. Leon considered it a win-win. Jack was just as freaky as him and the man was one of the best fucks he’d ever had.

When Krauser told him to show up, he’d known something was going to happen and he’d made sure his ass was ready. His guts were knotted in wanton anticipation when he was lead into the waiting crowds by one of the other invitees. Krauser was waiting for him, sat on a chair. He looked almost regal and he beckoned Leon over with a crook of his finger. The rookie was almost skipping to go though he showed a modicum of pride and walked while the surrounding men whistled and catcalled. They knew what was going to happen. They were there to enjoy the show. Leon Slutty Kennedy had a reputation on the base.

Leon wasn’t surprised when Krauser told him to strip and he enjoyed as the crowd went wild. Krause told him he was in the wrong profession and Leon was almost tempted to agree. His temperature rose as he watched Krauser’ cock harden and tent. Soon he’d be grinding his cheeks all over that and his mouth watered for it. Maybe Krauser would let him blow him first?

Instead of either, the Major told him to settle on his belly across his lap. Leon was confused but naturally did as instructed. He moaned with his ass up and pushed apart by Krauser for all to see the eager winking of his pink hole and he jerked excitedly when fingers tested the looseness. Krauser seemed pleased at his prep. Leon was facing forwards so he didn’t see one of the other soldiers approach his rectum with a funnel. But he felt the tube slide through him. The plastic was cold and he glanced over his shoulder to see what was happening but Krauser was fast to hold him in place while more of the tube slid deeper into him. It was lubricated and his hole was wide so there was no catch.

Leon thought the guy would fill his intestines with plastic all the way to his stomach but eventually he stopped. He felt weird with the tube in him but hot. Then liquid started filling him up. He didn’t understand what it was but it burned. It wasn’t unbearable but the sting was odd and Leon squirmed. Krauser told him to lay still and more filled his innards. Leon whined and he was starting to feel numb. He felt inebriated but he hadn’t drunk a drop that night. By the time the tube was pulled out of him, his head was swimming and Krauser fingered him until he squirted out any excess liquid. His tongue was lolling already, body temperature hot enough to make his skin itch and he faded out.

Leon slipped in and out a few times through the night. He was definitely sloshed and sloppy. When he tried to speak his voice was a stream of slurred nonsense. In the few moments of awareness, things didn’t stay the same. Sometimes it was Krauser fucking him. Sometimes a face he didn’t recognise. Once he blinked to consciousness with a cock shoved all the way down the back of his throat. Leon felt fuller and fuller and he had no idea how much time passed but his ass was overflowing with cum. He wondered how many loads he took already…

Sometimes Krauser was there to leer at him and call him a slut and those were his favourite moments.

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Prompt: Wesker tests the newest B.S.A.A. anti-regen weapon on himself and he’s enjoying himself…

Wesker scrutinized the gun in his hand. It didn’t look particularly impressive but he’d gone through significant more trouble than usual to procure it. This was the latest anti-B.O.W. model the B.S.A.A. was work shopping. His mole at the agency leaked the technology and he had to admit, once he’d studied the science backing it, he had a modicum of respect for the researchers behind its conception. The thought behind it was simple yet deceptively effective. He recognised one of the names working on synthesizing the anti-regen agent to be fitted in a capsule within the weapon. Wesker smiled almost wistfully. He knew he’d seen something brilliant when he’d recruited Chambers. Her tenacity and unexpected ability to survive this long intrigued him enough to consider putting her brilliance to better uses than her current work. Perhaps he might make an effort to procure her as well one day…

The B.S.A.A. soldiers were already using incomplete prototypes on the field and he’d heard rumours of B.O.W.s  malfunctioning when deployed to deal with small combatant forces. The soldiers were extremely well trained and their decimation was never assured but the rumours sounded unusual enough for Wesker to search further and he was glad he had. The B.O.W.s were not simply being overpowered. They were being shot with those modified bullets which delayed their most effective weapon, their near immortality. Then it was a simple matter of mowing them down with good ol’ fashioned fire power. Wesker managed to recuperate one of the affected B.O.W.s before it completely expired so he could see the efficacy of this new threat but sadly, the creature was too close to death to yield enough intel.

Next he reached out to his mole in the agency but the rat wasn’t high enough up the ladder to give him the sort of information he sought. Wesker made a mental note to search someone with more military recognition for times like those. The agency considered them unified but it was embarrassingly easy for him to find cracks in their defences. Wesker smirked, wondering what a certain captain in the agency would say if he knew how history was repeating around himself and he was just as blind as in 1998. He planned to savour Chris’ reaction for himself and a shiver of excitement slipped up his spine at the delicious aching realization in the soldier’s hardened eyes.

Wesker wondered if Chris was using these guns himself yet. He was a formidable fighter and he wasn’t stupid enough to scoff at a beneficial weapon like this. Thinking of Chris making good use of this technology was one of the main reasons Wesker was so interested in figuring out the new weapon’s limits. He and the soldier would cross paths again, that much was inevitable, and when that happened he wanted to taste Chris’ shattering as his hopes will be dashed. Surely the man will be certain this anti-regen serum would give him that edge he needed to finally stand toe to toe with his old superior but Wesker wouldn’t allow him that satisfaction. Just thinking of Chris’ face crestfallen, as he’ll resist the same crippling poison which overwhelmed all other B.O.W.s, was enough to get the leather around his crotch noticeably tighter. Wesker grinned, so clearly picturing the man’s expression creasing in bewilderment while he struggled to comprehend why he was about to get destroyed yet again at the hands of this man he stubbornly refused to accept as his god.

Chris was incorrigible but his reticence made him worth the effort. Wesker bent so many to his will and it was boring how pathetically their ‘convictions’ crumbled but not Chris’. He lost so much and for so long but still he resisted which made Wesker all the more determined to grind this beautiful bright light inside the man to dust. Wesker stared at the gun and considered the best plan of action. With the formulas provided, copying Rebecca’s work was simple enough. He’d tested the potency on various experiments and his notes were extensive enough for Wesker to start developing an anti-anti-regen poultice.

He planned to keep that for himself however. If Chris got news of the B.S.A.A.‘s research being counterfeited then that cock stiffening wish of witnessing his hopes crushed would never happen and Wesker was too selfish to allow it. The downfall of other terrorist cells once the B.S.A.A. rendered their expensive bio-weapons useless was of no concern to him. Wesker had no loyalty to anyone but himself and his vision.

He’d tested the bullets on others but his body was far superiors. Blood tests offered many answers but Wesker was too pragmatic to leave himself open to even the slightest uncertainty. He needed to experience the effects on his own skin, as if Chris was confronting him that very moment. Wesker unbuttoned his shirt and pressed the muzzle of the weapon against his side. Even if the effects were rougher than he anticipated, the wound would be far from fatal. He’d already timed the recovery of his antibodies so he had a good idea how rapidly his physique would fight off this poison but seeing the results in a petri dish was not completely satisfactory to him.

He pressed the trigger and Wesker hissed in genuine pain for the first time in a long time. Any damage he’d sustained since his rebirth was so immediately dealt with by his godlike healing he barely felt a scratch but this bullet ripped through him like a hot knife through tender meat. Wesker groaned and stared at something else he hadn’t seen in years. Blood. His blood. The wound remained open and red spurted out until it soaked the waistband of his pants. Wesker thought he’d never feel pain like this again. It was delicious.

He counted the seconds until his sinew began knitting back together and noted the time. He committed the pain to memory and when his skin was whole once more, he ripped it apart with another bullet. This time he shivered in ecstasy since he knew to savour the carve of the adulterated slug carving his muscles. Wesker dropped the gun and rushed to press two fingers inside the bleeding wound, keeping the injury gaping. He’d missed this razor sharp sensation and Wesker felt dizzy with the flood of endorphins as hurt burned his nerves in that way he’d assumed lost to him forever.

He had to use his free hand to unfasten his belt and let out his erection. It was rock hard and pushing against the leather. Wesker couldn’t recall the last time he’d been so aroused, other than being around Chris. Imagining the man putting him through this agony was making his penis weep and he stroked the sticky precum along the veiny member. Wesker shivered and hissed in bliss, thoughts inundated with images of Chris. He wished he had the man himself there with him, staring at him in startled repulsion. But Wesker knew Chris would keep glaring at him jerking off either way and he knew the soldier would be confused why his cheeks were reddening and his uniform shrank around his hips. He knew Chris would try to pretend disgust but struggle with his lust and Wesker moaned as he pictured the man’s darkened stare affixed to what his fingers were doing with the wound.

Wesker closed his eyes to better hold onto the spectre of Chris’ presence and fingered his bullet hole, dipping his digit around the tightness of his body. He could feel the flesh squeeze around the penetrating finger as it fought to heal itself but was denied with the rapid thrusting. Wesker groaned in unrestrained yearn as the room filled with the acrid miasma of fresh blood and he felt the heat of it drenching his hand. He wanted Chris to fuck his open guts and see the exact moment the soldier admitted he fucking loved the depravity of it. Wesker wanted to break Chris on a psychological level but he bucked his hips into his own fist thinking of the soldier doing the same to him physically. Wesker knew Chris was as fucked up as himself but the soldier was still holding back. For now…

The Tyrant hissed through clenched teeth as he felt his pleasure mounting. His hand stroked his cock rapidly, wet with pre while his other hand was dripping with blood. The bullets both passed clean through him and the exit wound was already healed so perfectly there was no scar to tell of Wesker’s personal experiments. He slipped his fingers out the bullet gape just before he knew he’d spill and delivered his final few strokes with the bloody palm. Feeling the warmth of the blood on his dick made him quake and Wesker almost called out Chris’ name as cum fountained over his hand, mixing with the scarlet into a pretty pink.

‘I so look forwards to our next meeting, dear-heart.’