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Why does this always happen.
The end of the match had finally come to an end, with the killer side winning. It was a last man standing. A father against his own son. He could of won... he had full health, a bloxy cola, and all his albites ready for use. But alas he just couldn't do it. Couldn't bare to watch his child chase him any longer with nothing but the intension to murder. Couldn't stand to see his once perfectly innocent son turn into a monster right before his eyes. So he let him win. Letting him give him one last hug before setting him on fire. Its happened before but it doesn't hurt any less.
The exploiter appears in the cabin not long after. He can already feel the stares burning holes into him. They had watched it all like they had hundreds of times before. Had to watch as he pleaded with the monster claiming to be his baby boy. They didn't see any of that though. All they saw was the demon who killed them time after time, again and again. And all they saw him was for who he use to be, the dirty exploiter, the screw up of a father, the reason so many innocent lives had suffered. The father only watches as the others crowd away from the tv, and into the dining area, only sparing him glances. I cant take this anymore.
He knows he's not welcomed, so he doesn't bother to make up and excuse for letting himself be killed. He makes his way out the cabin and to his own. Once getting there stops for a moment then, turns to look at the place he calls his "room". Floorboards loose, windows with blinds that don't close, a rock hard mattress and a shitty paper thin blanket to go with. Couldn't get any better huh. He just wanted all this to go away. He doesn't know how much more he can take. But anytime the father feels bad about feeling bad it makes him feel even more bad... If that makes sense. And It's not like he's the only going threw this. Jane with her husband John doe. Two Time with azure. And he thinks 1x1x1x1 has something with shedletsky. And even with the ones who don't have any relations to the killers have a hard time with their roles. While all he has to do is... Well nothing. He's tried to convince Buliderman and the other admins to let him distract killers but think its to "risky". He knows the real reason. They don't trust him enough. He's used to it by this point.
The father laying down in his bed lets his mind drift elsewhere. To better times. When c00lkid wasn't a flesh eating demon. When he was just his little boy, clinging to his father’s leg everywhere he went, clutching his draxobloxer plushie. His first steps. His first word. First birthday. First day of school. Before it all went to hell. Before he burnt down the pizza place then went missing prior. Before he stood in the bathroom chugging down painkillers then blowing his brains out when the pills were taking to long to do its job. Before he failed as a father. Just thinking about it makes his head hurt.
I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this. I just want some type of relief, anything really. Anything to get my mind off all this.
Anything.Maybe…no I shouldn’t. I don’t even know if that’s possible. It’s wrong in every way but… they wouldn’t ever know. I deserve this. Yeah. I deserve to wind down and relax. Just this once. Not gonna make this a habit or something.
The exploiter reaches into the air for his gui and in a swipe it appears in front of him. Going into the search bar for “/spawn [insert item name]. He thinks about it for a moment, embarrassed just by the thought of what he’s about to put in. Typing in the name of the item, its length and width, then waiting for just a second. Then it appears in his hands in all its glory.
An 8 inch long, and 3 inch wide black and red vieny dildo. Thinking about it made him flustered enough, but having it in his hands just made it worse. Staring down at it for a moment rethinking all of this but quick to get on with it.
Getting up to shimmy of his pants then taking of his shirt and boxers, and now laying back facing the door with the black and red dildo behind him, already teasing at his rim. This is so weird… Why am I even doing this. Just man up seven.
And he does just that. Moving two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them for some lube then when deemed worthy enough dragging them back down to his entrance, taking a breath before shoving the digits in, earning a whine from the man above pushing them in and out until adding one more finger, then just one more till he’s fully stretched out. Removing the digits with a squelch and a moan.
Finally ready for the real thing.
Leading the dildo to his hole the silicone tip prodding at the hole. Taking a deep breath before letting just the tip inside. And just the tip was already enough to get a moan out of the man. Giving it a minute before slowly lowering himself down on to it taking in every inch and perfectly molded vein till he was balls deep onto it. Giving it yet another minute before moving off the dildo entirely before slamming it all back in, the father throwing his head back with his tongue hanging out. He just started and it was already to much.
Once the man recollected his composure he slowly started back at it, taking it out all the way before taking it back in. Soon enough getting into a rhythm. After awhile he started picking up the pace shoving it in with more force and a much faster speed. Stretching his once tight hole into a gaping mess. Bouncing on the dildo with such roughness that he didn’t know he had in him. Soon jerking himself off in rhythm with the thrusts. Getting messier and messier over time. He could feel his release coming. It was hitting his prostate every time.
Rutting his cock farther into his hand and gripping onto the blanket below him as he braced for one of the best orgasms he might of ever had. White liquid spurring all over his hand and onto the sheets underneath while the dildo slides out with slick covered all over it. He can hardly stop even threw his orgasm.
And so he doesn’t. He toots his but up in the air while using his free hand to shove the dildo in and out even faster then before. Another release soon building up. It was all to much yet not enough. It felt so good not having to worry about dying constantly and just be lost in pleasure- FUCK!~ The dildo some how seemed to reach even farther as if that was possible.
Feeling his now second orgasm about to wash over he lets go of the dildo and uses his other now free hand to clutch onto the sheets while the other still jerks himself off. It all comes down so quickly. Even more semen squirting on his hand and sheets while the dildo slithers out his hole with a loud *POP*! Falling down on to the floor.
The man has been reduced to nothing but a moaning mess. Twitching as cum trickles down his ass and onto his thighs adding to the mess below him. His cock now sensitive to just the simplest touch of his own fingers. The man doesn’t remember how long he lays there. He can just feel the back pain now. Gosh I’m getting to old to being doing this.
Not like that will stop him.