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In The Army (Come On and Join Your Fellow Men)
Kinktober 2024 Day 9: Gangbang
Tarhos walked confidently with his claymore resting against his shoulder. He and his Faithful Three had been complacent for way too long. The trials were all well and good, but Tarhos was made for conquest and the Fog Overworld needed to learn to fear him and his faithfuls.
The forest grew sparse and in the distance, buildings materialised.
Perfect! Tarhos grinned under his helmet. He had wanted to test himself against another Killer for a while now. And it seemed his time had finally come.
Around him, he could feel Sander, Durkos, and Alejandro heading the same way, fanned out in the fog.
Tarhos strolled into Haddonfield, not bothering to disguise the clanking of his armour. He very much doubted that any of the Killers could put up a decent fight. Maybe Tepes. Tarhos had heard of him in his previous life and that was not a demon one wanted to tangle with. But he also didn’t think he would be hanging out in a random town. Tepes practically screamed that he lived in a castle.
Tarhos glanced around, trying to figure out where the Killer of this area could be hiding when music started playing out of nowhere.
Huh, Tarhos looked up, wonder what that means.
Behind him, Myers emerged from his house and silently walked towards the intruder. He managed to get within a few feet of the Knight before the man sensed his presence and whirled around, broadsword cutting an arc in the air only inches from Myers’ chest.
Myers lifted his knife and lunged forward, bringing it down with a heavy slash, expecting it to sink deep into his attacker's chest. Instead, it glanced off Tarhos’ plate armour with a screech.
Myers and Tarhos both stared at the knife dumbly, before Tarhos backhanded Myers across his face, sending him sprawling. Myers tried to get up and managed to get himself on all fours before the vertigo kicked in. He willed his body to heal itself, for the adrenaline to kick in. Anything.
Instead, Tarhos kicked his legs further apart, and kneeled behind him, running his hands over Myers’ ass.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on having this type of fun; but how could I turn down the opportunity when you were nice enough to get yourself into position for me?” Tarhos chuckled, grasping the seat of his coveralls and ripping it in half.
Myers tried reaching for his knife, he didn’t remember when he dropped it, but a foot clad in bloody leather kicked it out of his reach.
“Not so fast, asshole,” Darkos grinned down at him, as Alejandro and Sander grabbed his arms, holding them tightly. “You lost the fight fair and square, and now we get to claim our prize.”
“Bet you wish you weren’t such a lone wolf now, huh?” Darkos placed the tip of his jagged blade against Myers’ throat. “Of course, if you did have allies the only difference would be that you would have an audience.”
Tarhos pulled out his cock from behind his maille and stroked it once to get it to full hardness. He scooted closer to Myers', his knees wedging against the Killer’s legs to keep them apart. With one last look at the immobilised man, he positioned himself against his asshole.
“This is gonna hurt you a whole lot more than it’s gonna hurt me,” Tarhos warned and rammed his dick into Myers’ unprepared body, only managing to get himself in halfway before the muscles tightened enough to stop him.
Apparently this Killer was packed like a sandbag everywhere.
Tarhos grunted and reached around, grasping Myers’ flaccid dick and stroking it until it hardened and his dick stopped feeling like it was being crushed in a vice.
“That’s it,” Tarhos hissed and thrust deeper. “Relax and enjoy the ride. It’ll be more pleasant that way for both of us.”
Myers made no reply.
Tarhos managed to work himself in to the hilt, feeling the other man's body trying to push him out. He grabbed Myers’ asscheeks and dug his thumbs into the flesh, moving them in circles until he felt the resistance in the body falter. He took the opportunity to pull out and slam back in, shoving Myers forward despite his lads holding him down.
“Fuck,” Tarhos had missed this. Had missed it a lot. Maiming Survivors was great and all, but the overwhelming sense of forcing himself on someone? There was nothing like it. He built up his pace until he was slamming into Myers in an even rhythm, feeling the pleasure rising in his core.
“I can’t be the only one enjoying the spoils,” Tarhos grunted. “Join in, men! He looks like he can handle more than one of us.”
The Faithful Three shared a laugh and Durkos reached for Myers’ mask. They needed his mouth after all.
Myers jerked his head back, struggling against the two men holding his arms and almost managing to unseat them, feeling genuine fear for the first time in his life. His efforts came to an abrupt halt when Tarhos grabbed his nape and slammed his head into the ground.
“Don’t want to lose the mask, huh?” The knight grunted, pushing himself into Myers as deep as he could go and leaning over Myers’ back. “How about we make a deal? You get to keep the mask on, but only if you free your mouth and we get to use it how we want. How does that sound?”
Myers grit his teeth, his entire body tightening as his muscles flexed while he debated his options, the weight of the knight with his armour bending his back in an uncomfortable arch. He nodded as much as Tarhos’ grip on his head allowed.
“Good!” The grin was audible in Tarhos’ voice. “Let one of his arms go.” He leaned even closer, his girth threatening to tear something in Myers. “Don’t try anything funny though, or I’ll run you through with my sword and we will have our fun with your corpse.”
Sander let go of Myers, watching intently while the man folded the bottom of his mask up, leaving it as low as he could while making his mouth accessible.
As soon as he did, Sander grabbed his arm again. Tarhos sat back on his haunches, pulling Myers onto his lap as he started thrusting again, bouncing the man up and down his dick. Myers had his mouth open, but no sound came out. That was one thing he wasn’t going to let them take from him.
He didn’t need to worry about that for long, as Durkos stood in front of him and shoved his dick into Myers’ waiting mouth. He started thrusting immediately, not being bothered by trivialities like if his victim could breathe; or if they had relaxed their throat enough.
“Fuck,” Tarhos grunted, his hips stuttering. “That tightened him up,” he grinned, “I think he’s enjoying this!”
“Think that means he can handle even more dicks?” Sander asked.
“I think it means he wants to handle more dicks,” Durkos pulled out of Myers’ mouth and rubbed his saliva-slicked cock over his mask, grinning at the angry inhale that earned him. “Isn’t that right, you little whore? You’ve just been waiting for someone to come and take care of you.”
“Lucky for you, we’re here now,” Sander undid his belt and pulled out his dick, twisting Myers’ hand until he could wrap his fingers around him. “Show us how thankful you are, and we may be tempted to visit you again.”
Myers’ mouth twisted down in a feral grimace, his teeth bared at the man beside him.
“How cute,” Durkos lifted his chin up and pressed his thumb into Myers’ mouth towards the back of the jaw, behind his teeth. “If you got the energy to be pulling faces, we obviously aren’t working you hard enough.” He slapped Myers’ lower lip with the head of his dick and shoved it back into his mouth, keeping his jaws wedged open.
On the other side, Alejandro palmed himself with Myers’ hand, rolling his hips languidly. He was in no rush to finish.
Tarhos was letting out guttural noises, metal-clad fingers digging into the flesh of Myers’ hips with bruising force. One, two, three thrusts later he stilled, spilling his seed deep in the other Killer's guts. Once his balls stopped pulsing, he pulled out and stood up.
“All yours!” He gestured to Alejandro, who dropped behind Myers and pressed into the well-used hole.
“Fuck,” Alejandro groaned, picking up his pace. “It’s like fucking a fur-lined glove. I think you were right, Durkos, he’s wanted someone to work him over for ages. I mean look at this shit,” he stilled his hips halfway, drawing back so he could see Myers push his hips against him. “He’s fucking me back. Can’t get enough of our dicks, can you?” He started pistoning into him in earnest, snaking a hand around so he could pump Myers in time with his thrusts. “Next thing we know he’s gonna be waltzing into our Village and begging for us to bend him over.”
“Sure feels like it,” Durkos said, “He’s practically worshipping me with his tongue. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” He leaned closer as he gripped the back of Myers’ head. “You want that, don’t you? Otherwise, it’s going on your mask.”
Myers nodded his head, or at least tried to, causing the four men to laugh cruelly at him.
“Thought so. You want a belly full of cum, like the good little whore you are,” Durkos’ voice was strained now. “Well, who am I to deny your request?” He finished with a low moan, barely giving enough time for Myers’ to swallow before pulling out.
“Perfect timing,” Sander grabbed his head and pulled it down so he could push into his throat. “I didn’t want to waste my load on his hand when he has a perfectly good mouth.” It only took him a single thrust before his seed was spilling down the Killer’s throat. Sander stayed there, pudgy belly pressed against the mask until every last drop of his was spent.
“Oh, he likes that!” Tarhos nudged Myers’ knee with his foot. “Look at him, he’s coming from having his throat filled.”
Sure enough, Myers’ dick was shooting thick strands of white from between Alejandro’s fingers, his hips pushing back to meet the man’s thrusts.
“Shit,” Alejandro grabbed onto Myers’ hips with both hands, burying himself to the hilt to ride out his orgasm, enjoying how the passage was milking him for all he was worth.
When he was done he pulled out and knocked Myers’ over with a kick to his back, turning to follow his comrades back to their village.