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Jimmy gained consciousness slowly, first aware of how heavy his body felt and how muddled his thoughts were. He was warm. A comfortable weight was pressing down over him. He didn't want to move, even though the mattress felt like a rock.
"Jimmy, are you awake?" The whispered voice ghosted hot air over his cheek.
Jimmy realized a few things then, in very quick succession:
One, the mattress was rock-hard because it was the floor. Two, he was rock-hard, his body practically thrumming with arousal. Three, the heavy weight was a person who was not only on top of him, but also inside of him —which, four, actually hurt a lot and he needed them out and off of him, right this minute!
"Jimmy, Jim please stop," the voice pleaded quietly. "I know, I'm so sorry. I'll explain. Just please, Jimmy, stop struggling. Please trust me."
Their voice was too quiet against the rapidly increasing volume of his own breaths. "Why- who, who-" he gasped out, feeling his body start to tremble from more than just an unnecessary overload of arousal. How was this person so strong? Why couldn't he get them off? Oh lord, he wanted a do-over. This had to be some messed up dream. He needed to wake up again in an actual bed-
"It's Etho," the voice replied. "It's me, Jimmy."
Jimmy immediately froze and squeezed his eyes shut, a shaky whine escaping him as he fought to control his breathing. "Fuck you," he said, his voice breaking. "Fuck you!"
"Yeah." Etho sounded defeated. "I know. I'm sorry."
"I don't bloody care, Etho. Get off of me. Actually get off."
"I can't."
There was a beat of silence.
"What do you mean you can't-"
"If I stop now, they'll kill you. He will kill you. I can't let that happen, Jimmy. I was given two choices. I picked the lesser of two evils."
For a moment, a glimmer of worry for Etho made it to the top of his mind. He didn't just sound defeated. He sounded… he sounded empty.
"What were the two options?" Jimmy asked quietly, his voice only wavering a little bit. Thank God his breathing was back under control. He didn't think he could handle a full-blown panic attack right now.
"Jimmy-"
"Etho, tell me."
For a moment, all Jimmy could hear were their quiet breaths and his own heartbeat.
"They brought me into this room. He had a gun. You were unconscious on the floor. Naked. Completely out of it. He told me I could either watch him finish you with a bullet in the brain, or he could watch us finish with my cock in your ass. I don't want you to die, so I agreed to rape you." Etho's voice was so flat, but as he continued it began to shake. "He's not in the room anymore, but I know he's watching. I have to keep going, Jimmy. I'm so sorry."
"Okay. Wait. Damn. Hold- hold on." Jimmy's mind was whirling with a million questions. Was "he" the same Voice that had been giving him instructions? And he'd had a gun? The bastard was actually sick. He was entirely willing and able to not only torture, but also kill—and manipulate actual good people to do absolutely horrible things.
How had he become unconscious? He still felt a little woozy, and his thoughts were a tad more spinny and disorganized than usual, plus he didn't feel like he'd been hit in the head. Had he been drugged? When? The last thing he remembered…
He drew a blank. That was concerning. He could feel the memories hiding just out of reach. He knew they were there. They had to be.
Okay. That was a problem for later-him. He had a bigger fish to fry at the moment.
From somewhere in the room, a speaker crackled to life.
"Tick tock," the Voice said, sounding both very smug and incredibly bored. "Don't make me come back in and finish the job myself. And by that, I mean kill your little friend. With my gun. In case that wasn't clear."
Etho lifted his chest from Jimmy's back and actually snarled in the direction of the Voice. The owner of the Voice just chuckled, the sound incredibly distorted behind the voice changer, then the speaker went silent.
"I am going to tear his throat out," Etho growled darkly, and Jimmy couldn't stop his shiver in time.
He heard Etho sigh heavily. "Sorry. He… gets under my skin."
"Yeah," Jimmy replied weakly. "He's uh- got that effect on people." Then he asked, "Um, where are my clothes?" suddenly realizing exactly how naked he was.
"In that corner over there," Etho replied.
Jimmy squinted, and sure enough there was a lump of darker shadow in the corner of the dimly lit room that probably was a pile of his clothing and not, like, a dead body. Or part of a dead body.
"Great. Hey, that's just great. Hey uh, do you think you could get your cock out of me so I can at least throw my shirt on? It's fucking freezing."
Etho caught his breath, then let it out slowly. "Sure. Of course. Just- this is going to sound stupid, but please… please don't look at me?" His voice ended high and uncertain, and Jimmy had to immediately stomp down his desire to twist around and stare at him.
"Yeah, man, sure," he replied softly. Maybe it was too soon after Etho had been forced to show his face to everyone. Maybe Etho didn't want eye contact or… or the memory of Jimmy's face along with the memory of fucking him under duress. That was all completely fair. He could understand that.
Etho pulled out smoothly and leaned back, exposing Jimmy's entire body to the room's cool air. The goosebumps that immediately erupted all over his skin were from the temperature change, but the full-body shudder had definitely been a by-product of the absolutely wild sensation of another man's cock exiting (and exciting) his body.
"What the hell," he muttered under his breath as he got to his feet. His cock was somehow still hard as anything. He didn't feel that desperate, even if his body apparently was.
He staggered over to the dark corner, identifying his t-shirt more by feel than by sight. He pulled it on, then grabbed the rest of his clothes and turned around to head back to the middle of the room.
"Oh, my god,” he heard himself say as he froze on the spot. His legs slowly gave out, and he sank to the floor. "...Etho? What- what happened?"
Etho was bowed over, his head hanging low and his limbs tucked underneath his body. The back of his shirt was torn in multiple places, and soaked through with dark blood. It was hard to tell in the low light, but none of it looked particularly old. Some of the lacerations looked like they were still seeping blood.
"I told you not to look, Jimmy," Etho said sharply, raising his head only high enough so his voice wasn't muffled. "Don't- don't worry about it. I'm fine. I'm not dying."
"But you're- Etho, what?!"
"None of these cuts are deep enough to worry about. Now please, we need to hurry up before he decides we're taking too long."
Jimmy let his armful of clothing drop to the floor. "Yeah," he breathed. "Oh my days. I can't believe- But yeah. You're right." With one last long look at Etho's back he crawled forward and turned around before sitting on his heels and dropping to his elbows. "Doggy style?" he asked, trying to push some humour into his voice so it wasn't so shaky.
That startled a small chuckle out of Etho, even if it did sound a little broken. "I think that'll be best," Etho agreed. "I'm-"
"Etho?" Jimmy interrupted, frowning down at the floor.
Etho hummed.
"I know how this started wasn't… wasn't on either of our terms. And we're still being forced to do this. But I just wanna say- I consent. I give you my consent. We're working together here, okay mate?"
Etho just breathed shakily… then Jimmy realized it was the sound of muffled and aborted sobs.
"Aw, Etho, mate," Jimmy said quietly. "I don't hate you, okay? I understand. I think- no, I know if I was in your position, I would've chosen to save your life too. Okay? And I trust you. I trust you. You are not raping me."
A loud, broken sob filled the room, followed immediately by the sound of a hand clapping over a mouth.
Jimmy smiled shakily, feeling tears prick at his own eyes. He listened as Etho panted and sniffled, clearly doing his best to quickly gather himself.
"Thank you," Etho said thickly. "I'm still sorry, but… thank you."
"Yeah man, anytime," Jimmy replied. "Anything for a fellow friend trapped in a murder hotel."
Etho scoffed, then sniffled again. "Literally anything." He heaved a deep sigh. "Okay. I… I think I'm going to have to open you up again, Jimmy. We literally only have spit for lube, and it's really hard to prep with that. Plus, uh… the first time, I didn't think I'd have much time at all, so… I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"Oh, I ache," Jimmy said. "I definitely ache. But it's better than being dead. When was the last time you got tested?"
"Uh," Etho said, then cleared his throat. "A few months ago, I think? I was all clear."
"Well you'd better work out your salivary glands. I'll be giving you a review by the end of this."
Etho sighed. "Screw you," he said with absolutely no heat, "so needy."
"Oh, you don't even know." Jimmy paused, then opened his mouth. "On second thought, please forget I ever said that. We- you don't need to know- I'm just gonna shut up."
He heard Etho exhale. He wanted to say it sounded fond.
After a moment of silence, Etho said, "I'm gonna start now."
Jimmy nodded, then jerked in place as Etho touched a single hot finger to his hole. It was slick with spit, and his body was clearly still a little loose from earlier because it almost immediately drew Etho's finger in. The second finger took more coaxing, but Etho was patient, and only another handful of minutes passed before Jimmy had three fingers stretching his ass.
"Oh lord, you're good at this," Jimmy groaned, pressing his forehead into his arm. "I really need to try this more often."
Etho huffed out a quiet chuckle, and Jimmy flushed. "Sorry, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable," Jimmy mumbled. "My filter is, uh… not as effective when… I'm like this."
"Horny? Aroused?" Etho's voice was teasing, and the quiet yet unmistakable sound of him spitting into the palm of his other hand made Jimmy flush even hotter. "It's okay. I won't judge." Etho paused. "Do you like having your prostate touched?"
Jimmy choked on his next breath in, and Etho stilled his fingers as he coughed. As soon as he regained his breath though, Etho was back to the steady movements in and out.
"To be honest, mate, out of the few times I've tried, half the time it just makes me need to piss," Jimmy stuttered out, "which is not something I want to include in the bedroom."
"And the other half?"
Jimmy cleared his throat. "Can't believe I'm telling you this."
"I'm going to be fucking you in a minute, Jimmy. I think this is perfectly natural."
Jimmy groaned and pushed back against Etho's hand. "If I can touch myself at the same time, it's fucking magical. It's made me cum so hard. And, uh-" he swallowed- "it usually keeps me going for round two, if you know what I mean."
"Impressive, for your age," Etho quipped.
"Shove off, I'm way younger than you."
"You don't know that," Etho replied. “Not for sure. What if I'm lying about my age, hmm?”
Jimmy grumbled wordlessly. Then he asked, "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Oh, don't play the idiot. I told you my experience. What's it like for you?"
Etho hummed. "It doesn't do too much, to be honest. I think it makes me cum a little faster, and I really like vibrating toys that target my prostate. Makes me feel everything. But it doesn't do much, otherwise. I already kind of… cum a lot, anyway. I guess I should warn you about that. It weirds some people out."
Jimmy frowned. "You… cum a lot? What, like all at once?"
"Yeah. I have a weird climax. I've found it's always best to warn people ahead of time, so they don't get freaked out or worried when, uh… it takes me a while to get through it."
"Damn," Jimmy breathed. "Sounds intense. I didn't even know that was a thing."
Etho cleared his throat. "It's not common. When I was younger I kind of hated it. But it's not something I can change, so I've learned to enjoy it again. Honestly I'm kind of glad prostate stimulation doesn't do much for me." Then he pressed all three fingers against Jimmy's prostate, rubbing the gland firmly as his thumb dug against his taint.
"Oh, holy-," Jimmy gasped. He felt his cock twitch between his legs, and a small spurt of precum hit the floor. "Fuck, fuck- Etho, bloody hell-”
Etho let off on the pressure, moving his thumb up to gently circle the ring of muscle clenching around his fingers. "Too much?" he asked sweetly.
"Get inside me right this instant, Etho, before I come on your fingers, you absolute arsehole," Jimmy growled, lifting his ass up and curving his back.
Etho laughed, and Jimmy felt a little spot in his chest warm at the sound. Thank God Etho could still laugh, despite everything.
He heard Etho spit into his hand again, then surprised himself with a thrill of arousal as Etho groaned out loud. The sound of a slick hand sliding over skin was obvious, and Jimmy felt his own cock throb with need.
Etho curled his fingers down and briefly touched his prostate, making Jimmy swear under his breath. Then he withdrew his fingers with a frankly lewd wet sound, and pressed the hot blunt head of his cock to Jimmy's entrance.
"Hurry up and actually get in me," Jimmy growled, trying to buck back. But Etho had grabbed his hips, and was holding him in place infuriatingly well.
"Let your body take me in," Etho said gently. "See? There we go."
Slowly, achingly slowly, achingly fucking perfectly, his body seemed to open up and draw Etho's cock deep inside. There was no hint of pain. The stretch was barely noticeable. He moaned loudly—or maybe that had been Etho—and fumbled his hand down between his legs to grab his heavy cock. The moment he touched himself he was hit with a bolt of arousal, and he swore he heard Etho literally growl.
Maybe he had, because not even a moment later Etho started to roll his hips, pulling nearly his entire length out before letting Jimmy's body take him back in. His hips and thighs slotted perfectly against Jimmy's ass, and his hands were stupidly firm on his hips.
Etho bent over Jimmy, sliding one hand up under his t-shirt. "Can I come inside you, Jimmy?" he asked, his voice unexpectedly husky. "You can say no. You can also tell me to pull out while I cum, if you find you don't like it."
"Oh, wow," Jimmy moaned, stilling his hand on his cock as he tried to gather his thoughts. Did he have an issue with that? He didn't think so. It was even kind of hot. "Yeah, sure. Fucking breed me, I guess." He huffed out a laugh, then paused as Etho moaned and his cock throbbed inside of Jimmy.
"Oh-ho," Jimmy said, a smile working its way across his face as his thoughts became hazier with lust. "So a breeding kink really is a thing. You wanna breed me, Etho?"
"Shut up," Etho snarled. "God, you're being so annoying." He rocked his hips and moved his hands to Jimmy's waist, then began to properly fuck the living daylights out of him.
Jimmy would like to say he didn't normally dissolve into a moaning mess when he got fucked, but he knew he'd be lying. He wasn't kinky, that was a simple fact, but he had explored a few things over the years, one being penetration from a partner. Every time he'd committed to a night involving a strap-on and lots and lots of prep, Jimmy found himself utterly surrendering to the pleasure.
There was something about a partner absolutely railing him into tomorrow that brought out his submissive dopey side… and as it turned out, apparently the same went when his given partner was Etho.
That was alright. It made sense, in a way. He knew Etho. He loved him—not romantically, not sexually, but love between friends was just as powerful and screw the media for saying otherwise. He trusted Etho, genuinely, with his life. And clearly, as today had shown, that trust was both founded and reciprocated.
But holy, at the rate Etho was going, Jimmy was starting to wonder if he'd be able to sit down at all for the next day or two.
"Shit, shit," Etho rasped, his hips stuttering as he moaned loudly. Jimmy felt Etho push a hand down between them, but he was too distracted by the constant thrusting heat that was Etho's cock to pay attention to an errant hand. He could barely even focus on stroking himself, settling on stimulating the head of his dick and getting his hand absolutely soaking wet with a constant spill of precum.
"Ah, Jimmy, fuck-" Etho panted and draped his body over Jimmy once again, his hotter temperature radiating right through both thin layers of clothes between their bodies. "How close are you," Etho groaned. "I don't know if I can hold back for much longer."
Jimmy's cock pulsed in his hand. All he could do was whimper in reply, especially as Etho continued rutting into him. The friction was getting to be a bit much, but the new position meant Etho's cock more often than not pushed against his prostate to some degree, and he was losing his actual mind to the resulting storm of pleasure.
"Come on, Jimmy." Etho moved his free hand from Jimmy's waist to slide down his stomach and wrap around the base of his cock. "Let me feel you. Let me make you feel good."
Jimmy sobbed and dropped his hand away, trying to buck into Etho's fist and back against his cock at the same time. "Please," he begged. "Please, please, oh yes, please!" Why did Etho still have his other hand there, between their bodies? It was wrapped around the base of Etho's cock. He wanted those last couple of inches inside of him, thank you very much.
He promptly forgot all about that desire as Etho dragged his rough palm along the length of his cock, pausing at the tip to collect the trickles of precum his body kept releasing. The following slide back down was slick and beautiful and hot, and so was the next firm stroke and oh that was his prostate getting absolutely hammered-
Jimmy came with a loud wordless cry, his cock jumping and pulsing in Etho's grasp as he spent all across the floor. He felt his body clench rhythmically around Etho, who made an absolutely filthy sound in response.
But Etho still didn't come, and Jimmy was starting to wind down from his climax and was no longer appreciating the constant stimulation.
"What are you doing, Etho," Jimmy bit out, "bloody well come already!"
Etho groaned loudly, his hips acting like pistons as he drove his cock in and out of Jimmy's body in shallow and rapid thrusts. "I'm trying," he gasped. "So close."
Jimmy grit his teeth and pushed back the desire to squirm away from the stimulation. He could do this. He just had to get Etho to fucking come.
"You said you wanted to breed me," Jimmy said, dropping his voice down an octave so it growled. "Fucking breed me. Fill me up, bitch."
"Oh- fuck- you!" Etho yelled, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips. Then he moaned, loud and long, as his cock began to release a frankly ridiculous amount of semen.
The sensation was so utterly foreign, yet oddly familiar, and altogether such a novel experience that Jimmy found himself in the middle of a second orgasm.
When he re-gathered his thoughts and blinked the post-orgasm haze out of his head, he realized Etho was still draped heavy and boneless across his back—and his cock was still hard and pumping spurts of cum into him.
"Alright, alright, enough Etho, please get off," Jimmy said, trying his best to worm his way out. Etho groaned and slid out with a whimper, his body clearly quivering and still caught in the longest orgasm that had to bloody exist.
Eugh, Jimmy could feel Etho's cum trickle out of his ass. That was not a pleasant sensation.
He cleaned himself the best he could, resigned himself to the fact he'd probably be leaking another man's semen out of his ass for the next hour, and quickly threw on his clothes. Then he turned back to Etho—and frowned.
He was sitting on the floor with his back to Jimmy, now fully clothed but still bloody, and his body kept jerking minutely.
"Etho?" Jimmy asked. "You okay, mate?"
"'M fine," Etho mumbled. "It just lasts a while. I told you."
Jimmy blinked. "You're still coming?"
Etho grunted. "Yeah. Kind of." He struggled to his feet, and Jimmy frowned as he noticed Etho was favouring a leg.
"You're okay, right Jimmy?" Etho asked, still not turning to face him. He staggered to the dimmest edge of the room and half-crumpled, half-lowered himself to the floor before tilting his head in Jimmy's direction. "You'd tell me if I hurt you?"
Jimmy frowned. Etho sounded so quiet. So tired.
"Of course I'd tell you, Etho. I might ache a little bit, but nothing's painful. Are you sure you're okay? You look… you don't look so good." Jimmy stepped forward, studying Etho's face now that he could actually see it. His eyes looked bright, but not in a good way. They looked sick-bright.
He knelt in front of him and placed the back of his hand on Etho's forehead.
Etho turned away. "I run hot," he mumbled.
"You say that," Jimmy replied, "but no way you actually run that hot. I noticed it the moment I woke up in this room, Etho. I was literally freezing my ass off, but you've been like a furnace. And- and your eyes are weird."
"It's fine," Etho growled. "I'm fine. You don't have to worry. I know what's going on, and there's nothing you can do to help. It's just- it's my body being dumb, okay? Please just drop it."
Jimmy scoffed. "And the cuts on your back?"
"They'll heal."
"They're not infected? They won't get infected? Etho, you gotta do something about them, you can't just leave-"
"Jimmy!" Etho snapped. "Drop it!"
Jimmy shut his mouth with a click and leaned back until he was sitting on the floor in front of Etho. Damn it, he hated it when his mouth got ahead of his brain and ruined things. He-
The speaker hummed to life and the Voice spoke. "Oh, finally. You two are done. Y'know, I got through a whole other section one floor up in the time you two took to finish? You should thank me. Really. I decided I should save this bullet, and I really didn't have to decide that. But I've been practicing moderation, and so far it's been working out great. I get a lot more fun out of people like you if I don't kill you right off the bat. Ah… well, anyway, enough of my rambling. I reviewed the footage and it's clear you two completed your task, so you're free to go on to the next room! Have fun, boys!"
There was a long beat after the speaker cut off where all Jimmy could hear was a soft, rumbling growl coming from Etho. Then a sharp clunk issued from the single door in the room.
“Well, uh, that's our cue then,” Jimmy said too loudly. “Onto the next room. The next horror. Af- after you?”
Etho didn't move. Not even a little, and Jimmy bit his tongue. He wasn't going to ask anything, he wasn't…
A second before he opened his mouth to ask Etho again if he was alright, Etho climbed to his feet with a grunt. “C'mon, you're right. Let's go. Hopefully we can meet up with some of the others in the next room.”
“The next room. Right. Yeah.” Jimmy shook his head and raked a hand through his hair. This nightmare wasn't ending anytime soon.