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When Evan opens his eyes he’s immediately assaulted by blinding light, hot rays of sun smother his…bare skin? He looks down at himself and confirms he’s shirtless and wearing swim trunks, he doesn’t understand why but for some reason he’s grateful he’s wearing just swim trunks and not a black and white striped monstrosity. Weird.
Having the Entity strip him down will have to be questioned later unfortunately, right now he’s much more focused on the location and if he’s in this strange trial alone.
Warm water washes over Evan’s feet shyly, he notes the interesting choice of a beach setting as he ignores sand squeezing between his toes. The Entity has never provided an endless baron of water before, presumably to stop hopeless survivors from ending their lives before a killer can do it for them, maybe it’s a new game? Entead of hooks they have to submerge survivors into the depths or hold the wriggling maggots under until they’re blue, that raw murder with his hands is what he craves, one survivor in particular would look delectable chocking on water.
Once he turns away from the sea he spots a wooden structure not too far from his position, the Entity nips his ankles to urge him along, must be important.
When he gets to the porch he hears a commotion from inside the building, he debates whether or not it’s worth checking out when a little pest comes stumbling outside.
The little leader lays eyes on him then immediately bolts back inside only to be blocked by the Entity, any direction the runt turns to he’s stopped by black tendrils before being harshly shoved at Evan. The survivor catches himself on the handrail separating them, even though Even doesn’t have the height advantage of standing on the porch he still towers over his favourite pest.
Contrary to every uncountable trial the Entity warns him not to maim the weakling cowering in front of him.
He says nothing and he doesn’t move, the survivor looks a second away from sprinting away but black smog around his head seems to stop him.
So he’s not the only one who’s being given orders.
The Entity informs both of them that they’re not in a trial and that the survivors are to prepare meals, drinks and clean the holiday lot while fulfilling every killer’s request.
He supposes this is a new kind of suffering wrapped in the illusion of a vacation, survivors will get worked to exhaustion and killers have to control their uncontrollable bloodlust. For Evan however there is no downside, he doesn’t care for murder when his favourite plaything stands in front of him bound to follow his every command, he sees no disadvantage.
He leans over the bannister with joy as the Entity doesn’t allow the survivor to back up far.
“ Your name.”
He watches the survivor grind his teeth as if the simple question deeply offended him.
“...Dwight.”
The Entity leaves them alone.
He promises to destroy Dwight
*****
He rests on his intentions for a while, he wants to sit back and observe before acting on his plan.
As soon as Evan felt as if they had all settled into a routine he began asking small things from Dwight, bring him a drink or a towel, then once that became a norm he started to up it a bit. He makes a point that he only wanted Dwight by ignoring the other survivor completely and tracking down the runt for a simple demand, if anybody else attempted to serve him something he wouldn’t accept, survivors aren’t allowed to rest until a demand has been fully seen through. Eventually they caught on it would just be easier to send Dwight for any Evan related business.
Right now he’s lounging on a deck chair outside but the sun is not what brings him there, he’s ordered a drink be brought to him to a special secluded spot only he and Dwight knows of, no one else visits him so no one else has any reason to know.
It only takes a few minutes before he’s greeted by the disgruntled face of the runt, thoroughly unimpressed at having to meet the demands of the killer and more than willing to get the interaction over with.
“Your drink.” It’s not shoved rudely in his face like one would expect because Evan will simply request another drink until he’s greeted without an overflow of sass, dragging the time out proved to be much more effective than…other methods.
Evan points to the floor beside his chair, silently telling the survivor where to put the glass, in the middle of leaning over and scoffing Evan grips him by the front of his shirt to prevent Dwight from slipping away.
“Stay”
Is the only warning he gives before kicking Dwight’s legs out and shoving the runt’s face into his crotch, moving his hand to hold the survivor there by the back of his head. Dwight struggles as he falls down but has no option to kneel with his head locked in a tight grip, Evan watches as he struggles and flails about, unable to do anything and unkowling rubbing against the killer’s groin in the process.
He loves the sight of Dwight between his legs but the glasses are getting in the way of that sporadic pressure the survivor is accidently providing so he pulls back a little to pluck them off Dwight’s face then immediately shoves him back down and rutting against his face for his own pleasure.
Dwight reels back in shock and desperately tries to back away but the hand holds him still and steady.
It takes a lot of self control to slow down and stop grinding in order to enact a very important factor to turn this good situation into a great occurrence.
“Cooperate.”
Dwight defies by continuing to thrash about, the hand in his hair tightens.
“Cooperate and I won’t have you bleeding and torn.” He reaches down to squeeze Dwight’s ass as a point, leaning down further shoves Dwight into his crotch. They reach a stalemate for a few minutes before some fire in the runt’s eyes extinguishes and he’s unsurely nuzzling Evan’s clothed cock.
“Good boy.” As a reward he pets Dwight's hair and holds back from thrusting forward.
It’s one thing to have Dwight between his legs but it’s another to have him moving of his own accord, he slowly begins working down Dwight’s shorts, receiving some protest but Evan only shushes him and commands he gets back to work.
He uses both hands to spread Dwight’s cheeks apart with care and prods at his asshole, without as much restriction Dwight is able to pull away and voice his protest.
“I-no-you can’t-”
Evan disregards him in favour of grabbing the lube under the chair, he catches one of Dwight’s hands batting him away and slicks the survivor’s slim fingers before bringing them to his own entrance.
“No pain for your cooperation. Simple.”
Dwight flushes deep red before shakily sighing and pushing a finger into himself, Evan covers Dwight’s drastically smaller hand with his own and encourages movement. After awhile Dwight starts to find a rhythm and adds another finger, followed by a third in record time, once his brows knit in light pleasure Evan nudges his head back down to his crotch.
The pest pauses for too long so Evan rips Dwight’s finger’s out from inside him to replace them with his own, he hears a small squeak when he curls his fingers, the warm breath and vibrations tease his aching cock.
Getting fed up of the consistent teasing Evan slides down his swim trunks, he’s pleasantly surprised when two small hands nervously feel around him, he can’t see Dwight’s face from how he’s hunched over finger fucking the runt’s ass but he likes to imagine the almost frightened expression being jerked forwards from the impact of his thrusts.
Eventually Evan gives in and pulls his hand away from Dwight in order to see the view and provide a better angle.
Dwight is somewhat reluctantly stroking his dick, he looks like he’s trying to cover up hidden lust with apprehension, unfortunately Evan is not in the mood for games. He once again pushes the survivor down, the skin on skin contact proving much better but still not enough.
Nothing needs to be said as he pushes the back of Dwight’s head, he can both see and feel very hesitant small licks up his shaft, the sight it's much more than he bargained for and certainly earns the runt a bit more of his patience. He’s rewarded soon after.
The licks turn larger with more pressure then they turn into kisses, Evan loves seeing Dwight so vulnerable below him but he’s growing tired of foreplay with no action. He holds the survivor in place while he rubs his cock against his lips, despite everything Dwight manages to look surprised then worried. Sad pitiful eyes glance up at Evan, unfortunately it does nothing except arouse him further.
Dwight huffs but doesn’t resist, instead he closes his eyes and every so slowly begins to take in the tip of Evan’s cock.
It’s wet and warm, he can feel Dwight’s small tongue twitching slightly which causes just a tiny amount of delicious friction. The sight of those pink lips stretching to their limit in order to accommodate him almost has him groaning, Evan experimentally pushes in just a bit further but gets too carried away and only stops when two weak hands claw desperately at his legs. It doesn’t quite matter that he’s not all the way in yet because Dwight keeps swallowing excess saliva and the constriction is bliss around his cock.
It’s been far too long, especially since coming across gay men in his time before the Entity was extremely rare, often settling with women and pretending they were guys.
Right now he doesn’t have to compromise, there’s a perfect little pest gripping his thighs for dear life and doing his best to tame his sensitive gag reflex.
Evan starts to gently rock further into Dwight's mouth, setting a slow pace that certainly won’t last. It feels really good, he wants more, he needs more.
When he chases his pleasure Dwight chokes horribly violently scrambling to back away for air, Evan lets him. He doesn’t wait for Dwight to gather himself back together but to make this easier he figures the survivor would benefit from a distraction, so he snatches one of Dwight’s hands and guides them back to his entrance. Dwight sends Evan a pathetic pleading look that only earns him his own fingers forcefully plunged inside him, drawing a high pitched squeal that further encourages Evan.
Evan pushes Dwight down for what feels like the fifth time but this time he doesn’t stop, he holds the survivor more firmly when he gets to the back of the throat, steadily pushing until they’re flush despite Dwight’s fruitless struggling.
It’s just as good as he could have imagined, now when Dwight attempts to swallow he can feel so much more of it, velvety walls caressing and squeezing him beautifully.
Why hadn’t he done this sooner? Surely he would have been able to tempt Dwight by promising to let him escape in exchange for his body, he can imagine the wimp desperate to please, going the extra mile to satisfy Evan.
Reality is very different however, Dwight’s slicked up fingers are failing to grip anything while the survivor fights to get off and away, Evan proves a point by pressing harder against his face to push just millimetres deeper. Dwight’s eyes begin watering by reflex but he eventually calms down enough to try relaxing his throat.
Good enough, Evan can’t wait any longer. He starts thrusting in and out, letting out a deep breath at how good it feels while Dwight chokes and gags below him.
He physically moves Dwight’s head to meet his thrusts with no regard for the other’s comfort, oh yeah that’s a better angle.
Evan picks up the pace until he’s harshly fucking Dwight’s face, pushing and pulling the younger man like a glorified sex toy, he can hear muffled whimpers and cries below him that get routinely cut of with every snap on his hips. It only reminds him of their blatant power difference.
He keeps going even as he feels less resistance against the hand gripping the back off Dwight’s head, he doesn’t stop when weak little hands slip off his thighs.
There’s nothing more important than the building sensation of climax, especially when he’s getting so close.
With a few more hard thrusts Evan pushes as far down Dwight’s throat and cums, he rides out his orgasm by rocking into Dwight’s face but never pulling out an inch.
When he looks down he sees Dwight is hardly conscious, the survivor’s eyes are defocused and threatening to close but there’s something keeping him from slipping into the welcome arms of sleep.
It doesn’t matter either way, Evan isn’t moving. So instead he leans back and enjoys both the sun and the wet warmth surrounding his cock while absentmindedly petting Dwight’s hair just encase the survivor thinks he has a chance of escaping