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A lone car rumbles by along the lonely, dusty streets just outside of no man's land. In the driver's seat sits Zodyl Typhon, the new head of the off-the-grid crime organization, The Raiders. As his coat flows slightly out of the open window, he scans the horizon and ponders where he should begin his search for a new crew. He begins to pass canvas town, making note that while it is close by, with an abundance powerful givers, they may not let him in. Realizing he may have to start searching elsewhere, Zodyl decides to head to the bustling city in the east ward region.
He sighs knowing it'll be a long trip, but it'll be his best shot of finding his first new member. He needs someone strong, and worthy of his time. After some time Zodyl begins to see the city, the area around it surrounded by massive trash piles, but not nearly enough to cause the air to be toxic thankfully. Within the trash piles, a figure catches his eye for a brief moment. Zodyl immediately pulls over and hops out to see if his mind was playing tricks on him. Walking around on the side of the road, he looks for whoever or whatever he just saw, knowing this could be his first member. A faint laughter starts to erupt from the distance, catching Zodyl's attention. A man emerges from one of the trash piles, with what appears to be some sort of knife jabbed into his arm. The man turns towards Zodyl with a wide toothy grin, as he continues to laugh hysterically. 'What the hell is this guy doing' he thinks to himself.
As Zodyl starts to walk over to him, the mysterious man suddenly leaps high into the air, landing at zodyl's feet with a crash. Zodyl remains still and stone faced in an effort to intimidate him, but the man isn't phased. "What the hell are you staring at huh?" The mystery man finally speaks, Zodyl remains silent. He finally gets a good look at him, realizing that the knife in his arm wasn't a knife at all, but rather a glove of blades. What appeared to be a vital instrument of some sort. "I was just grabbing some new toxins to try out on unsuspecting people, and you seem like the perfect person" the mad man shouts. This peaks Zodyl's interest, a person who seems to take a liking in hurting others? He may be perfect. "What's your name?" Zodyl finally speaks, "my name won't help you live, but it's Jabber, Jabber Wonger" he teases. Zodyl fixes his gaze to Jabber's eyes, they're glowing, he's raring to go already and they've only just met. He's definitely perfect for the job.
"My name is Zodyl Typhon, new leader of the raiders, I'm searching for powerful givers that are willing to help me in my mission of destroying the sphere, will you join me?" Jabber laughs at his proposal "WOW PATHETIC! Just another wannabe who thinks they can destroy the sphere, I bet you can't even take me down!" Zodyl straightens his posture and braces for an attack "go on then, use that poison you mentioned" just as he finishes speaking, Jabber lunges forward with his claws bared. In an instant, Zodyl grabs his arm and snaps it, tossing him onto the trash pile behind them. Jabber yells out in pain "what the fuck man you broke my arm, that's dirty" he screams as he jumps back up to strike Zodyl again. Only for Zodyl to jump up and knock him directly into the ground below. A now bloody jabber stammers to his feet, Zodyl lands down gently and begins to walk towards him "what's the matter, you seemed so confident Jabber" he mocks. Jabber smiles wide "you're a fun one aren't you Zodyl, I'm getting a hard on just thinking about how fun this has been!" Zodyl smirks, 'this boy seems to enjoy the beating, maybe I'll give him a very different punishment if he continues to refuse' he thinks.
Zodyl chuckles "then cmon jabber, hit me." Jabber lunges for him once again, Zodyl grabs and pins Jabber to the dirt, Jabber swipes at Zodyl's face. Jabber managed to leave a gash on Zodyl's shoulder, laughing in response. "You won't be able to beat me up for much longer Zodyl my friend, my poision leaves any normal person incapacitated" he shouts madly. Zodyl gives no reaction before beating Jabber's face into the dirt, the poison flowing through his veins only being drowned out by pure power and adrenaline. He tosses Jabber into the side of another trash pile, knocking the wind out of him. Jabber attempts to sit up but struggles, keeping a smile on his fire all the while. For once in his life, Jabber feels like he's outmatched, and he's so excited. Zodyl kicks Jabber in the ribs a few times to keep him down, making sure he hears an audible crack. Jabber's bones are broken, he's fully unable to continue, Zodyl knows he's won, but this punishment isn't nearly enough for the disrespect he's witnessed. Jabber laughs weakly "you've actually managed to beat me, without breaking a sweat, and you're still standing with my poison inside you, truly a worthy opponent my friend!" Zodyl begins to slowly walk over to him as Jabber continues to speak. "But I still won't join your group, I work alone, no matter how good of a fighter you are, you haven't fully gained my-" Jabber is cut off when Zodyl grabs him by the neck and forces him to his feet.
For once this catches Jabber completely off guard, Zodyl grabs at his already torn clothes, and begins to rip them further. Jabber starts to struggle in confusion, but Zodyl pins him to the trash pile by his neck before he can begin to attack again. Besides, most of his bones are broken, there's not much he can do at this point. Zodyl doesn't stop ripping them off his body until he's completely naked out in the open. Jabber's face goes dark red "WHAT THE HELL MAN-" he screams as Zodyl hits him across the face. Zodyl spins him around and shoves him into the trash pile with his ass up. "You entitled kids always think you can take me, I'm gonna teach you a lesson that clearly nobody has ever taught you" Zodyl snaps back at him. Jabber's laughter grows nervous, excited but nervous 'is this dude actually gonna do it?' Jabber's thoughts run mad.
He gets a crazy idea in that moment though, he decides to stab his arm once more to juice himself up. Maybe if he does he can continue the fight a little longer. He goes for the stab but only gets a small slice before Zodyl intervenes and snatches his arm. He grabs his other arm and pins them behind Jabber's back, forcing his face into the trash. "Behave" Zodyl says bluntly, gripping his wrists harder. The small amount of poision is just enough to keep him writhing beneath Zodyl while he struggles with his pants. "Aww someone can't figure out their own clothes" Jabber toys, he loves getting to Zodyl, making him angry when he's already broken. Jabber may be losing, but this is all still a thrilling game for him. Zodyl punches him once again, "shut it and be patient" he growls, grabbing a fist full of Jabber's dreads.
Finally Zodyl manages to get his pants down, revealing he's already rock hard. Jabber struggles to turn his head around but gets a glimpse of what he'll be dealing with, 8 inches of pure man. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a bit intimidated. This man is much larger and older than Jabber is, and this will be Jabber's first time with a man, not at all how he expected it to be. Zodyl spread's Jabber's ass cheek to the side, his hole is a cute pink-ish brown color, perfectly untouched. The older man spits onto his asshole and shoves two fingers in hard. Jabber jerks away in shock but Zodyl forces him back down onto his hand. Zodyl works his fingers around roughly to loosen the boy up. Jabber whimpers pathetically, still attempting to escape and resume the actual fight. It's no use as Zodyl inserts another finger, causing Jabber's knees to get weaker. He's not ready to accept defeat yet, he struggles beneath Zodyl continually, but every movement makes the man hold onto Jabber harder. Zodyl slides his fingers in and out, feeling his hole loosen more and more with every thrust.
Finally he pulls away for a brief moment, just long enough for Jabber to slip an arm free and punch Zodyl right across the face. He doesn't have enough strength to reactivate his vital instrument but he figured he'd at least try something to get away and regain his composure. This doesn't deter Zodyl for long, as immediately after the blow he punches Jabber's chest knocking him down into the dirt. Zodyl jumps on top of him and forces his legs up, pinning him down by his neck. "Enough of this, I'm gonna use you like my personal fuck toy for this level of disrespect, and you will be joining the raiders when I'm through with you" Zodyl demands. He sees a hint of fear run through Jabber's face before the poison, still running through his veins, quickly morphs it into manic laughter. Zodyl growls out of frustration and shoves his cock deep inside Jabber, making the boy cry out in pain and pleasure. He's had enough messing around, time to really teach this maniac a lesson.
He doesn't stop or slow down for even a second once he was inside, Zodyl wants to make sure his cries can be heard through out all of the east ward. Jabber's struggling continues as his moans echo into the air. A car zooms past, the passengers probably not even wanting to know what the hell was happening. Zodyl chuckles through his heavy breathing "good, let everyone see how pathetic you are right now." The degrading, the sound of Zodyl's voice and his groans of sheer frustration and sexual desire, it's thrilling for Jabber. The excitement causes Jabber's dick to leak all over his stomach, as he's pushed further into the dirt with every pump. The sweat dripping off of Zodyl's face onto Jabber's chest, making it even harder for Jabber to contain himself, he swears he's close already. Cumming early is a sign of weakness to him, he's gotta hold it in.
Zodyl leans in and bites hard into Jabber's neck, tasting the blood and sweat from battle. He leans up to lick the excess off his lips as he goes to mark another spot on his neck. All the while Jabber's screams continue to fill the area, cars occasionally passing by, either slowing down or speeding up when they see them. Either way, Jabber's loss is being broadcasted for anyone unfortunate enough to pass by. Jabber's neck eventually is full of bloody bite marks, making sure everyone knows he belongs to Zodyl's crew now. Jabber's struggling slows as the pain in his body starts to set in, the poison slowly fading. Zodyl's energy never dwindles, it's almost like he never runs out of stamina. Even after all that struggling and fighting, it's like it never happened. "So tight.." Zodyl growls under his breath, taking note of Jabber's ass getting redder with every single thrust. Which only makes him pound harder. "I'm gonna make sure you never forget who you work for, you will say yes, and you will join me" Zodyl says as sexual frustration grows.
"So...just behave and let me fill you" the man manages between breathes, as he smacks him across the face yet again. Jabber laughs for a moment between his cries "please" the younger man begs. Zodyl groans as he feels his orgasm growing closer, Jabber feels so good he just doesn't wanna stop. He's going to have to finish eventually, Zodyl knows it's the only way to get him to join. He's gotta let this kid know who's boss. As he continues to thrust into him, he grabs a hold onto Jabber's slender waist and gives it his all, he damn near activates his vital instrument with how hard he's trusting. All the while Jabber has become a complete mess, bloody and dirty, all he can think of is how euphoric he feels, he can't stop screaming. "So close" Zodyl grumbles, marking up Jabber's hips with how hard he holds on. His breathing picks up pace, Jabber can feel the tension building in his own cock, he knows they're both about to burst. Jabber can't hold it any longer, he's been edging practically this whole time, he huffs and huffs as he lets out one final cry of pleasure. "Zodyl, I can't hold it" he yells as he paints his own chest and stomach in his cum.
Zodyl whines in a way Jabber hasn't heard yet, his voice cracks as he loses his composure for a moment. "Fuck Jabber" he breathes as he finally dumps his load inside the younger man. Cum immediately overflowing, spilling out the second Zodyl pulls out. His hole loose and sloppy, now coated in a thick layer of Zodyl's cum that drips to the ground. Both of their bodies go weak, Jabber collapsing to the ground, while Zodyl sits on his knees and takes a moment to breathe. He wipes his dick off with a small cloth he keeps in his coat pocket. Throwing the same cloth to Jabber to clean himself up with, if he can manage to move that is. Which so far, is proving futile.
Zodyl sighs as he gets up and pulls his pants up, he looks below at Jabber, now a pathetic pile of cum and blood. Jabber slowly pulls himself up, as one final car passes, Jabber looks towards it and chuckles. "Fine, I'll join" he finally gives in to Zodyl's demands. Jabber struggles to bring himself to his feet, still naked and shaking, "it's clear...that you're the stronger one, I'm no match...finally, it's been so long." Before Jabber can speak another word he collapses to the ground, passing out from exhaustion. Zodyl snorts a laugh, picking his tired body up from the dirt. He throws him into the back seat of his car and covers him with his coat. "I'm gonna need to get you a new outfit" Zodyl says to an unconscious Jabber. As he starts the car and turns up the radio, he takes a look out at the horizon. The sun is setting, and the clouds quickly darken, 'that took longer than I wanted, I need a nap too' Zodyl thinks. At the end of the day, his goal of finding his first member has succeeded, onto the next one tomorrow.