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Lifting your shotgun to your shoulder, you took a deep breath and prepared for whatever you might find in the strange facility you’d stumbled upon. From the outside it looked downright ominous–if you’d had any sense of mind you’d be getting as far away from it as possible–however the emptiness of your stomach urged you to check it out. You just hoped to God you’d be able to find some supplies, mainly food.
Ducking through the broken chain link fence you walked slowly towards the partially burnt buildings, your boots crunching in the snow. It looked abandoned, the snow unmarred from any prints other than the ones you left behind. That was a good sign. Maybe, if it truly was empty, you’d be able to find a safe place to rest out of the cold. The thought of barricading yourself in an actual building and sleeping on a real bed made you quicken your pace, optimism guiding your feet towards the dark concrete buildings.
The place was huge and, to your immense surprise, only a few zombies lingered about. Hoping to prevent making a bunch of noise and drawing attention to your presence here, you chanced getting close and stabbing them with a knife to take them out. If this place was truly abandoned… Hope rose in your chest. Could you fortify the place and set up a base here? You longed to be able to settle, tired of trekking through the German countryside in the dead of winter. Maybe even find a radio and start searching for any American military channels you could use. You’d been separated from your squad in the middle of nowhere for so long you had no idea how the war was going.
The inside was more ominous than the outside. As you explored the various buildings you found increasingly disturbing scenes: evidence of brutal human experimentation, zombies strapped to tables with their brains removed, the mangled carcasses of mutated animals, and strange mechanisms whose purpose evaded you. The place was a fucking horror show, but everywhere you checked there was no sign of human life and very few undead. The piece de resistance was a kitchen stocked with plenty of preserved food and various bedrooms to choose from. You could have cried with joy at the first sight of a pillow.
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It had been three days since you arrived, warily making yourself comfortable in one of the bedrooms and gorging yourself on food from the kitchen. You couldn’t believe your luck in finding this place after having resigned yourself to being lost in the icy hellscape outside until it killed you. There was no power, but the plumbing still worked and you reveled in the dignity of getting to use an actual toilet again for your bodily needs–with actual toilet paper! It was the little things that made the apocalypse bearable.
Unfortunately any radio you found either needed to be plugged in or had been destroyed, leaving you unable to contact the outside world. Having very little skill with machinery, you quickly gave up trying to fix the back up generator. Even without the ability to communicate or turn on the lights this was a thousand times better than the frigid wasteland you’d been lost in up until now. You figured you might as well stay here until someone came around or the ample food supplies dwindled enough that you’d have to cut your losses and move on to find someplace else.
During your second sweep of the facility you found a few books and a pack of cards to bide your time with. One of them was a leather bound journal and, hoping for insights as to what horrors went on in this loony bin of a complex, you settled into your new bedroom with an emergency candle lighting it so you could read. The handwriting was messy cursive, but surprisingly it was written in English so you were able to understand most of it besides the weird science stuff. Whoever this journal belonged to really hated some guy named Maxis and had some sick ideas about what was okay to do to a human body. It was almost like reading a thriller; the further you got the crazier the man seemed to get, scribbling notes about voices and something called Element 115.
You found yourself staying up all night, reading the whole thing in one sitting while eating a cold can of beans. When you finished the last page–something about a plan to get rid of Maxis for good–you closed it and shivered, processing the information you’d just gleaned. This facility and the man who’d written this journal was the cause of the horror show that now infected the world. Shaking your head, you checked that your room was fully barricaded before laying down to rest, your mind abuzz with images of what you’d found when you’d explored the labs.
Despite all the death that surrounded this place it was still safer than risking frostbite in the surrounding countryside–this facility was not just the heart of the apocalypse, but also the calm eye of the storm. An odd place for finding safety and peace, but here you were, cozying up under a comforter and enjoying the feel of a down pillow under your head. Sleep claimed you quickly, easing your tired body into the soft mattress.
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You woke with a start as the room suddenly filled with light, the bulb hanging above you flickering to life. Grabbing your shotgun, you shoved your feet into your boots and dashed for the door, pressing up against the wall next to the dresser you’d used to block it. You quieted your breathing and listened, hoping to catch a sound that would explain the power turning on. There was nothing but the buzz of electricity.
You weren’t getting answers waiting in the room so you quickly tied up your laces, strapped your belt on and shrugged on the gun harness before shoving the dresser aside. You kept your gun raised as you slowly walked the hallways, searching for the cause of the disturbance. You didn’t know much about electronics, but you’d been certain the power unit had been damaged and that it couldn’t just randomly fix itself. When you didn’t find anything in the building you were holed up in you made your way outside, attempting to stay close to the wall and out of sight as you crossed the courtyard.
As you passed under a flat metal bridge you heard it: voices. There was a man with a German accent cursing and the crash of something falling.
“Chill out, doc.” You blinked as someone with an American accent spoke. Under the current circumstances it had to either be a fellow soldier or a wartime reporter and you were filled with excitement; maybe they could help you get back to your platoon. You made your way around the building to the staircase that led up to the room where you could still hear men speaking.
“What now, Richtofen?” The Japanese accent was thick. You hesitated on the second floor landing, unsure if you should proceed.
“That journal contains the key to solving our little Samantha problem. We stay until we find it!”
The Samantha the German man spoke about… could it be the same one you’d read about in the journal? It told of a little girl, the daughter of the Maxis man, who the author had started exposing to Element 115 without her or her father’s knowledge. You edged forward, creeping towards the open entrance to the Chemical Testing area and leaning to see into the room.
Three men stood around the center of the room, looking a bit lost, while a slender man in a Nazi uniform searched an adjacent office frantically. While heartening to see such a mixed group together it was a bit odd considering the war the world had been fighting before the undead uprising. You hesitated, unsure if you should reveal yourself. The choice was made for you when you were too slow to duck back behind the wall when the Japanese man saw you and called: “We are not alone!”
Not sticking around to find out if they were friendly or not, you started running, leaping down the stairs three steps at a time and almost falling on your face at the bottom landing. The four men were hot on your heels, but thankfully no bullets were being fired… yet. You dodged a hand that reached out to grab you and sprinted full speed out of the boiler room and into the snowy courtyard.
“Halt!” The German man cried, raising up his gun. When you didn’t stop he fired, the bullet lodging into your leg and sending you careening down the icy steps to face plant onto the wet ground. You scrabbled to escape, now certain you wanted nothing to do with this weird band of men, but a large man reeking of alcohol grabbed you and pulled you up into a sitting position with your hands behind your back.
The pain in your leg was intense, but you’d been shot before and that experience helped you grit your teeth through it instead of passing out (like you had the first time). It wasn’t easy though, and your breathing was heavy as you tried to focus on how you were going to make it out of this alive. The man in the Nazi uniform kneeled down to inspect you, yanking the silver chain around your neck to reveal the dog tags that had been hidden under your Army green shirt.
“Ah, Dempsey, look at this! A friend of yours?” The German let your dog tags drop back to your chest, inspecting you with eerily pale blue eyes. Your ears burned with shame as you gazed at him and realized you found the damn older man quite attractive. This wasn’t the time to be getting horny! Luckily, the fellow American was kneeling down to look at you.
“Damned if I know,” he grunted, “Hey, do I look familiar to you?”
Weird fucking question, but you tried to think if you’d ever seen his face before anyway. After a moment of attempting to recognize him and failing, you shook your head.
“Fuck, well if he don’t know I certainly won’t,” the man named Dempsey grumbled, standing up and stepping back.
“Ah, my dear Dempsey, I’m not sure your brain would have worked well enough to remember anything even if you hadn’t lost your memory,” the German winked at you as if the two of you shared a secret. “He’s very stupid, you see.”
“Fuck off, doc,” Dempsey growled, kicking snow at the man kneeling in front of you. The German–the “doc” apparently–ignored the shower of icy particles.
“I am Doctor Edward Richtofen,” he introduced himself like he was some sort of celebrity you should be aware of, but weren’t. When you didn’t respond he continued. “The pleasure of meeting me is all yours, I assure you. Now tell me, how did you come to be at Der Riese?”
Now that you recognized. Not its meaning, but you’d seen it emblazoned on a metal plaque on one of the buildings. “I…stumbled upon it while… backpacking. ”
The first part wasn’t a lie, but the last part was so laughably absurd you cursed your lack of ingenuity. What the hell would an American wearing dog tags be doing backpacking in Germany in the fucking 1940s? The doctor laughed at your obvious deceit and patted your injured leg, making you cry out in pain. He brought his now bloody glove to his lips and licked it. You wished you’d cringed at such a morbid display, but watching his tongue drag across the leather sent a shiver down your spine. Jesus fucking Christ, you needed to jack off more to relieve the sexual frustration built up inside you if you could get turned on in a situation like this.
“ I love it when people choose the hard way,” Richtofen said, gripping your chin so you were forced to look at him. “It’s so much more fun , ja?”
You fought to rip your face from his grasp, but his hold on you was too tight so all you ended up doing was jostling your leg around painfully.
“The strong silent type? My favorite~ ,” he crooned playfully at you before looking up at the man holding you. “Nikolai, be a dear and drag him to my lab for me. I’ll extract the information from him there. We’ll get to the bottom of this soon–I doubt it will take long to crack him.”
He released your chin and stood up, brushing off the snow Dempsey had kicked on him earlier. You turned your pleading eyes to your fellow American, but he looked conflicted and didn’t step in to help you as the big man holding you dragged you to your feet. Determined to get some answers about this motley crew of men before you squealed any information, you put on a brave face as you were half carried to one of the medical rooms splattered with blood. Yeah… You were probably fucked.
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The doctor was taking his sweet time, shrugging on a lab coat and replacing his leather gloves with latex, as he meandered about the medical bed you were bound to. You kept your eyes on him, watching as he collected scalpels and bone saws on a tray, inspecting each and showing them to you before placing them down. The intimidating sound of the sharp tools scraping and clinking on the metal surface sent chills through your bones–just as the other man intended surely.
“Anything you’d like to say now before we begin?” The German selected a knife from his tray of instruments, scraping it along your jaw menacingly.
“What the hell is this place?” You blurted out the questions quickly, before you could lose your gumption. “What are the four of you doing?”
The doctor seemed almost relieved by your questions, as if answering him would have denied him the fun of torturing you. “Nein, it is I who will be asking the questions here!”
“I’m not telling you anything until I know what I’m aiding in doing so!” Honestly, you didn’t know anything useful anyway, but he didn’t know that yet and probably wouldn’t believe it until he’d confirmed it with an intense amount of pain. The doctor leaned in, placing a hand on your injured leg to do so, this thumb digging against the bullet hole as his face neared yours. Flushing, you looked away from his eager grin, gritting your teeth in pain. Using the knife, he made it difficult to look elsewhere, but into those cold blue eyes. His grin was full of malice and evil anticipation. You gulped.
“Oh, you’re going to tell me everything. The only problem is I may not be able to hear you with how much you’ll be screaming!” He laughed and backhanded you, snapping your head to the side as you grimaced. “Why did your supervisors send you here?”
“Look, I was just on a hiking trip–”
He smacked you again and then used the knife to drag a line of pain across your cheek. You tried to stifle your cries, struggling against the bindings. “You may be stupid, but I am not. Do not insult my intelligence.”
“Jesus Christ, man! I wasn’t fucking sent here!” You leaned away as he brought the knife up to your other cheek, seeing the reflection of your face in the shiny blade. “I don’t even know what this place is!”
His pupils flicked between yours. “Alright, you weren’t sent here… but you do know something about this place.” He sliced across your other cheek, making you wince and suck in a breath. “How did you find out about Der Riese?”
“I just wandered in here. Please , I don’t know shit!” You pleaded, trying to hold on to your slipping resolve. This guy was probably going to kill you even if you did tell him the truth because, honestly, you didn’t have anything interesting to leverage for your life. “Maybe I can help you, yeah? What are you here for?”
He contemplated you as he licked your blood off the knife. If this had been a fantasy you’d be having a blast, but since your life was on the line you shifted uncomfortably as the blood rushed to your crotch. His eyes flicked to the movement of your thighs and raised an eyebrow at you incredulously. “ Is this turning you on? ”
“ What?! Absolutely not…” You looked away mortified as he undid your BDU pants and yanked them down your hips, exposing the hard cock that jumped out.
“You are a very bad liar,” he laughed, flicking the head of your cock with a finger. Your body tensed, pain shooting up from your leg.
“ Ahhhh! Fuck… ”
“We could if you started talking,” he teased, placing a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your throbbing member. “We could have so much fun~ ! Just tell me what you know… and beg me for it. ”
He was whispering in your ear, his breath a soft tickle against your skin. Your head was reeling and you started feeling faint. “It was an accident…”
“Oh, you brat! Stay with me…” You felt him smack you, but it was as if you weren’t connected to your body, the pain echoing to you from someplace farther away. Darkness overtook your vision, the last thing you were able to see was the blood seeping out of your leg and his blue eyes.
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You woke up naked, still strapped to the table. Your eyes felt heavy, the familiar effects of morphine coursing through your blood. The doctor was nearby, angrily opening file cabinets and drawers around the lab. There was a bandage around your leg and a bloody bullet on the tray next to you. He must be pretty desperate for whatever answers he thought you might have. You stretched your fingers awkwardly to try to reach the buckle of the leather strap around your wrist.
It was if he sensed you were awake, his back straightening as he turned to you. His face broke out into a wide grin as he sauntered over to you. “Ah, my toy has awakened!”
You glared at him, trying to shake the grogginess from your brain in preparation of dealing with this madman. “I’m not your damn toy…”
“Oh, but you want to be,” he said cockily, patting your cheek. His smile turned to a glare when you yanked your head to look away from him. “I love a good chase as much as any man, but aren’t you playing a little too hard to get?”
“I have no interest in fucking you. You’re sick,” you hissed through gritted teeth.
“Oh, I’m sorry .” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he danced his fingers over the tools on the tray and selected a scalpel. “Am I not as sexy without a blade in mein hand?”
Your heart thudded against your chest and you did your best to convince yourself it was because of fear. “I don’t know anything you’d care to know,” you sighed, “So if you are going to kill me just get it over with.”
“Don’t be so boring! Killing is not something you just get over with like some kind of chore. It is an art!” He traced your abs with the flat of the scalpel and you had to fight to control your physical reaction to the tingling sensation it left behind.
“All I know about this place is what I found out exploring it,” you mumbled, your lips tight and not wanting to aid in the formation of words. “I got separated from my squad and have been wandering around for days. When I found this place I thought it would be a good spot to bunker down.”
“You must really enjoy being tortured if that was the truth you were protecting!” He laughed and the sound echoed around the concrete walls of the lab.
“What are you doing here?” Steeling yourself, you turned to look at the German. “Why are you travelling around with those other men?”
“Cleaning up a mess,” he said cryptically, circling your nipple with the blade, the sharp tip just barely scratching your skin. Your breath caught in your throat.
“And what are you going to do with me?” Blood was pumping to all the wrong places again; your cheeks heating up and your cock hardening.
“Well, if you aren’t informative…” He licked his lips, guiding the scalpel up to your throat and tracing the vein there from collarbone to jaw. “I supposed I should just dispose of you, ja?”
“I’d prefer you didn’t. Seems like a waste of good medical care.” You shook your injured leg with a nervous chuckle. His attention was drawn to the movement, his eyes passing over your naked body.
“You know, I could always use you for other things…” He teased, his eyes lingering on your hips. “You seem quite up for a bit of fun.”
Your face was burning, your breath coming out in short bursts as you fantasized about his offer. It had been so long since you’d had anything, but your hand to pleasure you. This German guy was hot and definitely forbidden considering the current political climate–which only added to the eroticism. Bound and tortured by a hot enemy doctor? Definitely a top fantasy for someone as kinky as you and if you were going to die anyway you figured you should have a bit of fun first. You swallowed, choosing carefully how you played your hand.
“Well, I guess pulling a bullet out of my leg is kind of the same thing as buying me dinner,” you mused, licking your lips. “Although it was a bullet you put there…”
“ Ach! Let bygones be bygones. The bullet isn’t there anymore, ja?” He was carefully pressing the flat of the blade under your chin, tilting your face towards his as he leaned in. His kiss was hungry whereas yours was shy, but he teased the boldness out of you with a flick of his tongue. All too soon you were moaning, fighting against the bindings to get more of him when he pulled away, his teeth scraping your bottom lip before letting go.
Fuck, was he handsome. You’d always had a thing for older guys and this one… you watched him strip, tantalizing you with slow movements as each piece of his uniform ended up on the floor– he was perfect . Just watching him undress had you rock hard in anticipation. He smirked at how your cock stood at attention for him. “Eager thing, aren’t you?”
“You’re kind of a perfect fit for one of my sick fantasies,” you admitted, breathless.
“ Really~? ” His voice started high pitch, but dropped low as he brought his face to yours. “How sick?”
“Untie me and find out,” you said boldly, drinking in his nakedness with your eyes.
After a moment of thought he began to unbuckle you from the table, starting with your ankles and moving to your wrists. “Don’t make me have to kill you before we’ve finished our fun,” he sang, a madness in his eyes you’d love to explore.
He had nothing to worry about; you were too horny at this point to do anything other than fuck or get fucked. As soon as he finished undoing the last cuff you lunged for him, your hand wrapping around his throat as your lips met. At first he grabbed you, startled, but as you kissed him he relaxed into it, groaning as you squeezed his neck. As you expected, he liked it just as rough as you did.
You pushed him to the ground, noting he too was hard and ready. Grabbing his hair roughly you pulled his face to your crotch, demanding his attention. He eagerly wrapped his lips around your member, sucking with the skill of an experienced whore. Your head lolled back as you forced his head back and forth, feeling his warm wet tongue drag across the bottom of your length and flick the tip with each stroke. Suddenly, his teeth scraped you, making you cry out, your hips bucking as pain mixed with pleasure. Quickening your pace, you thrust into the back of his throat, hearing him gag as you buried yourself deep inside him.
You looked down to see him gazing up at you, those blue eyes filled with lust as your cock appeared and disappeared from his lips. “You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” you whispered, watching his eyes flutter in pleasure at your words. He responded with a moan that vibrates around you, making you moan in return. When he forced himself away to gasp for air you released his hair, worried you’d gotten too rough in your excitement. After a quick breath he grabbed your hips and forced your cock back down his throat.
“ Ohhhh, fuck! ” You cried out, your mouth gaping open as you grabbed the side of his face and watched him devour you. The more you cried out the harder he blew you, your knees shaking as he worked your length, his cheeks indenting with the force of his sucking. Already you were on the brink of cumming. Etiquette dictated you pull back from him as you reached your climax, but he grabbed your hips, his fingers gripping your ass as he forced you into his mouth while you came. “ Aaaaaaah, oh my God… you feel so fucking good, ” you cried out, your cum spurting down his throat.
You could feel his throat squeeze around you as he swallowed your jizz, continuing to suck on you roughly as you twitched from overstimulation. “ Ahh! Please…too much… Jesus Christ! ” You grabbed at his hair to pull you off him, but was unsuccessful. There was an evil glint in his eyes as he watched you gasp and shudder, whimpering above him. Only when he had sucked every last drop from you, turning you into a mess of sensation, did he finally let you go with a soft pop from his lips. Careful to avoid landing on him you dropped to your knees, your body shaking too much to keep you upright any longer.
“Not how I expected this to go, but I’m pleasantly surprised,” he crooned, his eyes dancing with delight. “It’s my turn.”
He pushed you back roughly, climbing over you and spreading your legs. His fingers grazed your sack as his thumb pressed against your hole, plunging into you. You gasped from the pain of him entering your out of practice ass without lube, but he cut off your air with his other hand. “I’m going to enjoy using you after how willing you were to be rough to me,” he warned, his hard cock rubbing against your soft one.
“Do… your worst…,” you forced out, already feeling your excitement make you rise again. His thumb stretched you open as he leaned down to kiss–no, bite –your lips. Your whimpers only egged him on, his teeth clamping down harder until he drew blood. The pain was so delicious you thrust your hips up, taking his thumb as deep into you as you could and grazing his cock against yours. You couldn’t keep your back arched for long though, your body going limp from the lack of air. The only thing you saw before your vision went black was his blue eyes, watching you.
You woke to him leaning back, rubbing his cock which now glistened with spit. His eyes roaming your naked body, taking the sight of you prone underneath him in, a smirk on his face. “I didn’t want you to miss this,” he teased, aiming the tip of his cock against your entrance. You reached up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss you while he pushed himself into your ass. You whimpered against his lips, trying to control your breathing as you stretched around his huge cock.
He wasn’t as rough as he could have been, but he wasn’t giving you time to adjust either. Not that you minded, the violence of it all utterly perfect to you. As soon as he was buried to the hilt inside you he began thrusting, hard . You broke the kiss to cry out, tears filling your eyes. The sight of your pain made his jaw tense, a wild look in his eyes as he grabbed your chin and forced you to stare at him while he used you. “That’s right,” he growled, “show me how much I’m hurting you.”
You screamed hoarsely, grabbing his hips and pulling him into you. “You’re too fucking big,” you cried, pain twisting your face as your brows furrowed.
“Going to beg me to stop?” He taunted, fighting your grip around his neck to pull back.
“No! No, please! ” You shook your head frantically. “Please, harder! Please… ”
His eyes widened for a second, his grin full of malice as he slammed back into you, lunging down to clamp his teeth to your neck. Running your hands up to hold on to his back your nails dug into his skin, yelping as he sucked the area. He increased the speed of his thrusts, his hips clashing against yours as he used his hands to push your legs down to your sides, giving him better access.
You were practically howling at how roughly he took you, using you violently just the way you’d hoped. As he shoved you against the cold concrete ground with each stroke your hard cock smacked his abdomen, providing you with a teasing amount of friction as his tip hit your prostate. Pre-cum was dripping down your shaft and onto your stomach. You could only imagine how you looked as you let your enemy completely degrade you on the floor of his lab.
He was groaning into your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as his hot breath came out in bursts. No longer able to keep his mouth sealed against you, he pressed his forehead against your shoulder as he fucked you, panting. “What a… Schlampe you are…”
“Please use me …” You moaned, your nails dragging down from his shoulders to the middle of his back. “Fuck me all you want… I want to feel your cum inside me…”
He moaned, his hips shuddering erratically as he gave you exactly what you asked for, ropes of hot cum filling you. He thrust a couple more times, his cock twitching inside you as he enjoyed his orgasm before he relaxed against your body. Breathing hard yourself, you ran your fingers soothingly over his back, feeling the tired old muscles as you kissed the greying hair at his temple. He sighed contentedly, resting against you as he recovered from his exertions.
His cock softened slowly, eventually slipping out of you as you kissed and stroked him. “What an attentive little hure you are,” he murmured into your chest. “So sweet to your captor…”
“Well, when someone fucks me that good how else am I supposed to thank them?”
His chuckle vibrated your whole body, reminding you of your aching cock pressed between the two of you. Having felt it twitch with need he pushed himself up with a groan to look down at it. “Ah, the benefits of youth,” he teased, grasping your member and giving it a hard pull that made your back arch up. “How shall we take care of this?”
To answer his question you sat up, your hand grasping his throat as you kissed him. His hand kept going, jerking you off as you repositioned so you were on your knees in front of him. “I’m going to fuck you,” you said with a threatening tone, grabbing his hips and guiding him to turn around for you. You honestly weren’t sure if he would, but he twisted around and bent over, your hand slipping from his neck down to his back, stopping on his hips.
After licking your finger you pressed it into his hole, surprised at how easily he took it in and quickly adding another. Reaching around him you grasped his cock and gave him gentle teasing tugs, matching the motion with how you fucked him with your hand. He moaned, arching his ass up for you. “I want to make you feel good,” you murmured, talking to yourself as much as to him. “I want to feel you cum into my hand while I fuck you…”
His body shivered and you wished you could see his face, but you were too busy sliding a third finger inside him to prepare him for you. When you couldn’t wait any longer you spat on your cock, pausing jerking him off to focus on the sensation of pressing your tip into him. He groaned as you filled him, sliding in slowly and giving him plenty of time to get used to your girth. It seemed he didn’t want to get used to you; he wanted to be used by you now . He thrust his hips back until his ass hit your hips and you bottomed out inside him. Unable to hold back any more you began to thrust, rutting into him while your hand resumed pumping his cock.
You ran your hand on his hips up his back and around his neck, yanking him up so his back was pressed to your chest and you could look over his shoulder to watch your hand jerk him off. He rested his head back against your shoulder, allowing you better access to your view as your hand squeezed his throat. You timed your hand to your thrusts, stroking into him as the side of your palm met the base of his cock so you could press his hips back into yours.
Panting, you grazed kisses over his jawline, marveling at the sharpness of his features. His lips parted in pleasure as you fucked him, his ass squeezing around your shaft deliciously as his body twitched from lack of air. You released his throat before he passed out, moving your hand so your fingers were in his mouth so you could press against his tongue and feel the sharpness of his teeth. The way he whimpered was music to your ears.
After getting fucked so completely by him you were already close to cumming again, but you were determined to hold out for his sake. Pressing a kiss against his cheekbone you shifted to nuzzle into his neck, returning the favor he gave you earlier and leaving your own hickeys on him. Your legs, especially the injured one, ached as you kept up the motion of your hips, rolling them so your tip slammed deep inside him, the lab filling with the sound of your hips smacking his ass.
His cries of pleasure and pain were warped slightly by your fingers in his mouth as you quickened your pace, your thumb rubbing the ridge of his glans and squeezing his cock desperately. You needed to make him cum again, needed to hear him whimper as you filled him. He was getting close, but his old body needed it teased out of him. Deciding to add some mental stimulation to your seduction, you kissed the place your mouth marked him and whispered in his ear: “Who knew my enemy … would have such a fuckable ass?”
He responded by sucking on your fingers, his eyelids fluttering. Encouraged, you kept going. “I’d have let you… torture me for a little longer…if I’d know how good you’d fuck me after.” You had to fight to get the words out as you panted, edging yourself while waiting for him. He groaned, probably at the thought of torturing you, his hips shaking. Seizing your moment, you pumped your hand frantically, letting yourself cum as soon as you saw the first rope of his semen spurt out of him. Your hip thrusts became erratic before all you could do was bury yourself inside his ass as your climax ebbed, but you made sure to finish off his orgasm with your hand. His cry of pleasure rang in your ears, joining your grunt and gasps.
Giving him a few soothing jerks of your hand to finish milking him, you pulled your drained cock from his ass, marvelling as cum seeped out and down his thighs. Your hand slipped out of his mouth, pulling him back onto your lap as you sat down onto your feet, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and admiring the mess you’d made of the lab floor; clothes strewn everywhere, cum splattering the concrete, and two sweaty men pressing their naked bodies together.
Catching his breath, the older man rested back against you, letting you smooth his hair and kiss his temple, an arm wrapped around his waist to keep him pressed to your chest. “I’m glad I patched up that leg,” he chuckled, “And that I didn’t just kill you right away.”
“You know what? Me too,” you laughed, nipping at his ear playfully. “What did you say your name was again? Doctor Richtofen?”
“Ja,” he thought for a minute and then twisted around to frown at you. “What was your name?”
“Gee, doc, isn’t it a little late to ask now?” You raised an eyebrow coyly, your lips twisted in a wry grin.
“Not if I plan to fuck you again.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I might have to keep you around. Keep you safe from all these undead so you can service me nightly.”
Damn, the idea of being his captive, getting used by him whenever he desired… You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. “(y/n),” you whispered hoarsely.
“Well, (y/n),” he said, that evil grin spreading across his face and dancing in his eyes. “Welcome to the crew.”