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“We’ll get you more. Every cock in the manor, just for you, princess.” Norton had said, and well. He’s a man of his word.
Eli was passed from Naib to Norton, who passed him on to Joseph as a peace offering for ruining his match.
Whether or not the gift was appreciated doesn’t matter. Joseph had taken Eli back to his own room after the match was surrendered. He’d refused to let Eli come the entire time, instead fucking him like a toy until the hunter had come, then proceeding to finger the cum back into Eli’s sore hole until he was hard enough to start the process over again.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Norton had knocked on his door, acting like his handler and coming to collect him, Eli would probably still be trapped, tied to Joseph’s bed like a plaything.
Though, he’s not sure if this is any better.
Eli’s next match had been one without Norton, though the man had disappeared until right before Eli was expected to go down to the dining hall.
“Bend over,” he’d said. Not asked, not expecting opposition and really, why would Eli want to oppose? He’d bent over his bed, even rucking his robes up over his hips for him, presenting himself happily.
“Good girl,” Norton had muttered, sliding a hand along Eli’s hip when he’d jerked at the name. Oh …
It’d been quick work for him to slide a plug home in Eli, settling it so the stretch is just enough to have Eli gasping, knowing that it’ll be the same when it comes out. Eli hums, shifting his arms to push himself off the bed and stand, when Norton’s hand comes down to press him back to the sheets.
“Not yet, pretty. Gimme one second,” he says, warm hands coming to smooth up Eli’s ass. A second later, there’s a cold, wet feeling brushing over his skin. Eli gasps, flinching at the chill.
“You’re good to go,” Norton hums, happy with whatever his handiwork may be.
“What did you do?”
“Little bit of marker, just to keep track of how much cum this tight hole of yours has swallowed today.” He hands Eli said marker, staining and permanent, it reads. Eli takes it with arousal shaky hands. “Keep track for me, yeah?”
Eli takes it with him into the match, after a shaky smile directed towards Aesop as he sat down at the dining hall.
“Nervous for the match, Eli?” Aesop asks, watching the way Eli shifts in his chair before he bites his lip to stifle a moan. The plug in him presses everywhere he needs it and doesn’t want it, not while he’s talking to Aesop. The man probably would think less of him, for letting himself get filthy and debased, and then walk into a life or death situation like some sort of pervert. Aesop holds himself above others’ and oh, the thought of him holding himself above Eli is enough to lead him to madness.
The thoughts don’t help. Eli gives what he hopes isn’t a strained smile, pressing a gloved finger to Brooke Rose to scritch her in idle motions.
“Maybe a little. The danger is always present, even when we get used to the tedium.” He says, trying to sound sage and calm, and not on the brink of coming in front of his best friend.
“You’re right. Say, is that my marker?” Aesop asks, pointing to where Eli grips Norton’s present in his free hand.
“Ah, no! No, just a- a precaution?” He doesn’t elaborate on what, but thankfully doesn’t have to. The match starts not a second later, and he welcomes the darkness that swims into his vision.
Eli’s vision clears in the darkness of the snowed out remains of the arms factory. Brooke is already off his shoulder before the spots fully clear from his eyes, looking to survey his teammates.
He’s not sure if the feeling that appears in his stomach is fully dread, when he realises that Hastur is the hunter of this match.
Luca connects to a cipher near Eli, so he quickly makes his way over to it, forcing himself to be a useful teammate despite the way that the plug in him jars every time he takes a step, pressing his prostate sore and forcing Eli’s cock to leak where it’s trapped in his panties.
Decoding is mindless work, only half his focus on it, his other half on his teammates as they chase and are chased. He fades into a sort of rhythm, letting himself simply feel, pressing his cock subtly against the rumbling machine in front of him. No urgency to the arousal, Hastur seemingly busy on the other side of the map.
He’s startled to the point of missing a calibration when Aesop comes rounding the corner at a sprint. He waves a little, which doesn’t help the fact that Eli is clutching his chest from the shock.
“You’re my last body I need. I’m settling my coffin around here, since you’re out of the way.” Aesop says, disregarding the way Eli hunches over the cipher, half spooked and half aroused. He sets up his coffin just behind Eli.
Eli returns to decoding, pressing himself closer to the machine to avoid being found out, his erection just slightly tenting his robes. There’s a bell, Luca getting hit where he was on the other side of the map. Two tentacles are summoned next to the two on this side of the map.
“Hm,” Aesop says, watching as Naib pings a quick “sorry!” over the comms. “I’m going to go help. Keep up the good work,” he continues, standing from where he was crouched in the snow.
It happens almost faster than Eli can react. Aesop tugs his mask down with his finger, not even taking it off fully. His other hand moves to Eli’s waist in a grip that stuns him in its possessiveness, pulling him into Aesop’s warmth.
The kiss that’s pressed to his mouth is less of a kiss and more a concentrated effort to devour him. Even in its ferocity, Aesop’s tongue delving into his mouth in a way that makes his head spin, it’s over before he can even react. Dumbly he stands there as Aesop takes off in a sprint towards where Naib was last seen.
Mouth cooling with spit and tingling, Eli goes back to decoding. The tentacles loom over him, three of them now as Luca is hit again. They make him nervous, though not entirely in fear.
Turning back to the cipher is a mistake, as the tentacles seem to sense his inattention, all three sweeping low to the ground to brush against his ankles.
They’re slick, though not slimy, and two of them travel up Eli’s legs while he can only white knuckle the cipher and try not to collapse.
He’s been fucked to crying earlier, but being not allowed to come has him sensitive and aware of everything that’s happened today so far. Getting fucked by Naib and Norton, being traded to Joseph like a favour and then being fucked for hours while he was tied down and crying, having a plug in him because Norton wants to see if he’ll swell with the amount of cum in him.
All of it comes crashing down on him at the same time the tentacles reach his waist, rucking his robes up as they go so he’s totally exposed to the snowy air of the map, for anyone to come along and take their fill. His panties do very little to hide his ass, barely more than a scrap of sheer fabric more there to have him flushing every time it brushes against him than anything else.
Only one tentacle focuses on his ass, the other of the two goes to wrap around his waist, holding him still. The third of the bunch creeps up his back, wrapping around his neck once before it presses gently to his mouth. It’s almost a question, and Eli is too desperate to think of any answer other than ‘yes!’
He opens his mouth to let the tentacle fuck into him, settling heavy on his tongue and pressing down his throat, shallowly. It fucks him like that, pressing him open just enough for him to gag, but not enough to fully choke.
He appreciates it, especially when the one at his ass goes ahead and rips his panties right off of him. He whines around his mouthful, indignant, but the appendage doesn’t listen as it smears itself over Eli’s already stuffed hole. It can’t seem to grab the edges of the plug to pull out, so it occupies itself instead with driving Eli out of his mind.
It presses the toy deeper, using it to fuck him. The tentacle is long enough that it slips part of itself to the front, grinding wetly against his sore cock, making Eli’s legs buckle. He collapses, the tentacle around his waist being the only thing to hold him up, just as two more tentacles are summoned from the ground, Aesop going down on the other side of the map.
It barely even registers to Eli, he’s barely aware he’s in a match anymore. One of the new tentacles comes to press against his cock so both appendages play with him until he’s close so close , one more second away from coming, before all stimulation stops. The tentacle in his mouth stops, though stays on his tongue, the two playing with him stop and move away entirely, his cock twitching from his aborted orgasm in the cold air.
He doesn’t even realise what’s going on, too busy trying to wriggle out of the hold so he can get more, so he can finally come. It isn’t until he hears the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow behind him does he realize what’s happening.
“Ah,” Aesop says. Less an exhalation of shock and more a statement. He continues, “you know, I was wondering if Naib was a liar, but I see he was telling the truth when he said you were up for grabs by whoever.”
Warm, gloved hands come to grab his ass, spreading his cheeks wider to show off the plug. The tentacles that were on him take this as permission to start their movements again, stroking and fucking him with the plug. The one in his mouth slithers out, instead going to hold him still, wrapped heavily around his throat. Aesop watches it all, gaze burning when it lands on Eli’s marked ass.
“That explains the marker.” He hums, a second before his fingers skirt around the edge of the plug, feeling where his hole is sore and sloppy. Eli sobs, pushing his ass back into his hands.
“Please, you can fuck me. I- I need it,” he hiccups, tears soaking into his blindfold. The humiliation of Aesop finding him like this, bent over like a two bit whore, his clean, white gloves getting messy as they tug the plug out of Eli.
He’d been right, it aches as it comes back out, a small trail of cum flowing out of where he can’t quite clench closed. He lets out another sob, begging wordlessly.
Aesop simply watches, clean gloves stained now from touching Eli. The tentacles take it upon themselves to fuck into him, the one that was playing with the toy burying itself in Eli until he swears he can feel it in his stomach.
“Please, ah please! Don’t- don’t look,” Eli begs, barely standing as the tentacle in him is joined by another. Whatever Naib is doing on the other side of the map, he’s ruining Eli’s life without even being here.
Another tentacle is summoned, wrapping around his thigh and bending his leg to perch on the cipher. His arms are barely holding himself up, the tentacles around him doing most of the work of supporting his weight. He’d be thankful if the price wasn’t them also putting him on display for Aesop.
“Why wouldn’t I look? Are you embarrassed?” Aesop asks, pressing up tight to Eli’s ass, his own clothed erection rubbing where he’s already full to the brim. Eli can’t help but nod, flushing.
He’s spread and bound by tentacles, held up and open as they take their pleasure from him. He’s got black marker smeared across his ass, a testament to the cum he’s already swallowed, the tentacle in him stirring him up with slick noises that can probably be heard from a mile away. His panties are ripped somewhere in the snow, his stockings the only thing holding onto an inch of his modesty.
Aesop only hums, rutting slowly against Eli. “You shouldn’t be,” he says leaning down to whisper in his ear, “you’re beautiful. It’s no wonder I’m not the first to have you today.”
Eli moans. Even just the thought of Aesop fucking him has him right at the brink. The man has already stained his gloves getting so close to the mess Eli’s let himself be made into, the fact that he’s willing to stain his soul for a piece of him has him keening, tears leaking hot from under his skewed blindfold.
“Please, please,” he begs, almost incoherent. The tentacle in him chooses now to slither out, leaving him empty and leaking for all of a second before it slams back into him. It has Eli going onto his toes, jerking where he’s braced hard over the shaking cipher.
He can’t be sure over the ringing in his ears, but he thinks Aesop is laughing at him.
Warm hands come to hold his hips, just under where the tentacle at his waist holds him. He’s not sure that the tentacles can be negotiated with, but the punishing rhythm the one in him has set slows, until just the tip remains in him. He feels like the world is holding its breath, or possibly it’s just the moan caught in his throat.
Aesop fucks into him slowly, regardless of the length already holding him open. His cock brushes past his prostate, causing Eli to jerk again in the hold, his cock twitching and leaking where it hangs between his spread wide thighs.
He hasn’t come since this morning, when Naib and Norton had both milked him like he owed them money. Joseph hadn’t let him come, too angry about the match, and he’s been straining on the edge since Norton bent him over and streaked his ruined ass with marker, showing to his best friend now how much cum he’s taken.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Eli. You take both of us so well,” Aesop groans, grinding his cock in deep just as the tentacle follows suite, fucking him deeper, twisting in him and driving him insane. His rim is spread wide enough to be sore between the two lengths in him, sore enough to know that if he takes anyone else today, that he’ll feel it.
Eli sobs at Aesop’s words, at the way he fucks him perfectly. The humiliation of dragging Aesop down to his level is burned away by the praise he showers on him, whispering in his ear that he’s perfect, wonderful, so good at taking cock.
His orgasm hits him like a bullet between the eyes, Eli jerking with his eyes rolling back under his blindfold. He must do something right, because Aesop folds himself across Eli’s back, hips snapping as he too, comes.
The tentacle slips out of Eli first, the rest of them disappearing down back into the snow. He doesn’t quite have the mental facilities to realize what that means. It leaves him gaping around Aesop’s softening cock, no longer the perfect hole for him.
The thought would be enough to drive him to tears in his strange, far away and pleasure-addled mindspace, but Aesop’s arms never left him, even as he slips out of him. He holds onto him in a hug, letting him catch his balance on the cipher that remains uncompleted.
They’re still in a match. The thought sends Eli closer to clarity than anything else.
“Where’s Hastur?” Eli asks, the first coherent thing he’s said to Aesop in a long minute.
Aesop hums, petting along Eli’s sides in an uncharacteristic show of cuddliness. “He’s busy with Naib, and with you. His tentacles don’t operate on their own.” He says. His voice is hoarse and low, and it makes Eli realize he’d like to hear Aesop moaning a lot more in the future.
“Oh…” the realization that Hastur had taken his fill from Eli too leaves something hot and humiliated in the back of his mind. Does the god want a real go with him? To fuck him to drooling with his tentacles and his cock, looking down on him like he’s just some thing to be used, some toy to be played with and discarded until needed and -
Aesop spins Eli to face him. “Let's meet later, Naib promised me as much alone time as I want with you.” He says, hands going to smooth Eli’s robes down.
“Oh, wait. P-please mark your cum on me.” Eli stutters, flushing. He holds his robes up with one hand, baring him for Aesop to take his fill. His panties are ripped somewhere in the snow, his stockings are ripped in different places from balancing on the cipher machine, his cock lay soft and useless between his thighs.
The other hand holds out the marker to Aesop. He takes it, uncapping it and kneeling down in the snow. It puts him on level with Eli’s cock, and this, of all things, is what makes him look away in embarrassment, covered eyes fixed to focus in the distance. Cold ink stains his navel as Aesop writes his one claim on him.
It goes on for a second or two longer than he’d expect, and he startles and looks down to realize that Aesop’s been painting an actual word on him.
‘MINE’ is written in bold letters, an arrow pointing to his soft cock. He has barely a second to process the word, before Aesop is standing again, pulling his mask down to kiss him again.
Just like the first, it feels like it’s trying to devour him more than anything.
“You’ll come back to my room, right?” Aesop asks. Eli nods, silent. The mark on him burns bright in his mind as he drops the robes to cover himself again.
Aesop is a possessive lover. One simple claim is not enough, and he intends to make good on his marked promise.