Extension March 2021 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

Endeavor/Hawks – fucking in public and getting caught :) Enji doesn't have a good time, not able to move his limbs and getting molested by a horny twink...

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Enji’s pulse is fast and hard, his limbs vaguely aching as he keeps trying to move them but is unable to do so due to him being fixated the way he is and the drugs still in his system.

All he can do is lie there and let Hawks… let Hawks molest him. He stares with his mouth slightly agape as Hawks curls his fingers with the patience of a saint around Enji’s cock, weighing the shaft in the palm of his hand.

He is soft, of course, but his cock still looks nice and substantial in Hawks’ hand.

“Damn, number one… you’re really packing it, aren’t’cha? I wonder how you tuck that beast that it isn’t more visible in your costume… you know, I’ve not been the only one wondering that. There are quite a few pics online where horny bastards try to figure that shit out.”

Enji feels a bit faint. His eyes keep flicking to the door, knowing that it is not locked – can’t be locked. There could be a nurse any moment now, coming in to check on him…

“Hawks,” he croaks, voice a sorry shadow of what it usually is.

At least Hawks finally has the grace to look away from Enji’s fat dick and into his face. His golden eyes are hooded; he looks as lazy as he often does, hand still around his price, idly squeezing it.

“What is it? Need to piss after all? That’s kinda hot, Endeavor… not gonna lie.”

Enji’s ears are filled with some kind of static. He shakes his head slowly, his tongue feeling swollen in his mouth.

Hawks sighs, honestly looking disappointed.

“Well okay. We can try some piss play at a later time, okay?”

“Why are you doing this?”

Hawks blinks at him. He has reached over with his other hand as well now and is lightly carding his fingertips through Enji’s fire red pubes. “Because it’s fun, number one – come on, play with me, why don’t you? Don’t you think it’s hot… you being all helpless and me molesting you?”

Enji blinks at him slowly. He tries to figure out what the Hell is going wrong with today’s youth while Hawks is still holding his damn cock like he never wants to let go of it, thumb rubbing against the tip hidden in his foreskin, shoving the silky skin from one side to the other.

“Ah… yeah I guess you like it!” Hawks is beaming now. Enji has no idea what he is talking about until he feels how his blood is rushing into his cock, starting to fill it out nicely just because Hawks keeps rubbing and massaging it.

Taking Enji’s horrified silence as permission – as per usual – he lets go of his cock and instead reaches lower to brush tickling fingers over Enji’s heavy sac.

“Do you have any idea how many poor bastard would kill to be in my position right now?” he asks with a croon in his voice that makes the hair on Enji’s arms stand up, nipples pebbling beneath his thin hospital gown. “Just be able to grab and squeeze and fondle you to their heart’s content without you being able to wring their throats? Fuck, you could make so much cash just doing a few porns, Endeavor…”

Hawks’ face is flushing a fine sheen of red now. Enji can see him slipping right back into that weird… fantasy of his. He has no idea what he’s babbling about, really. Nobody is as perverse as Hawks; nobody would get their rocks off just rubbing his thighs and digging their fingers into the large muscles, or tracing the plump outline of his fat breeder balls.

It takes a special kind of depraved to do things like this and be so unapologetic about it, he is sure. Or at least… at least he hopes.

His thoughts are derailed when he feels a cheeky touch to his hole; a fingertip having wormed its way beneath the warm, silky skin of his testicles to search for the hidden little slit between his cheeks and rubbing against it.

Enji can feel his beard spluttering to life as heat suddenly spikes in his body, face going a hot, horrified red while his eyes flick back toward the door.

“Hawks!” he hisses more urgently now. He has no way to reach for the call button and press it to remove this horny little shit from his room. “Stop it!”

“But it feels so good, doesn’t it?” Hawks croons back. By now he is crawled onto the bed, leaning over Enji with a gleam in his eye that makes him sweat, heart racing against his ribcage.

The finger against his hole is pressing harder, wriggling and nudging until the tip slips into his insides. He has to focus on not bursting out in flames and setting the hospital gown across his chest on fire. He doesn’t know what Hawks would come up with were he even more exposed than he is now…

“Shit, you’re such a slut, Endeavor… Look at you getting so damn hard just from my finger tickling your ass…”

Enji does look down despite himself, staring at his cock growing rapidly in Hawks’ fist, the tip trying its hardest to push out of the silky hang of his foreskin. He doesn’t know what to say. He can’t make a scene or they will be caught…

Hawks is leaning down and obscenely slurps Enji’s foreskin between his lips as long as that is still possible. His finger is slowly fucking him, the saliva he had used already evaporated from the sheer heat radiating off of the number 1’s body.

It burns. His rim, that is. It’s not painful, but it is there, a constant reminder that he is getting molested by this upstart punk with the filthy mouth, his cock flexing slow and eager. God…

There’s a rattling gasp that has the blood freezing in his veins for just a second. His head snaps around and he stares at the nurse that had been taking care of him since he woke up in this hospital room, eyes wide behind her glasses.

How long has she been standing there? Her arms are hanging at her sides and from her lax fingers dangles a clipboard precariously while she stares at them.

Hawks, apparently unaware of their audience, pulls off of Enji’s cock with a lewd slurp and rasps: “You’re so nasty, number 1… I missed watching your slutty ass parade around the streets. The pictures I took secretly only get me so far…”

Enji is staring at his nurse, who is staring back at him, her face in turns going ghostly white and a hot red. She has a dog tail that is standing stiffly behind her back. Her mouth slowly starts to move again as she regains her faculties, but before she can utter anything at all, a few cheeky little feathers gently push the door closed behind her and then nudge into her back to make her stumble forward some.

“Hmm audience… that’s exciting, isn’t it, Enji? I’ve been wanting to get you used to spreading your legs in front of others…”

Enji slowly turns his head again and stares at Hawks who is looking… devious as he peers between the both of them. So he had known about her all along.

“This is… highly inappropriate,” the nurse finally wheezes. She has caught the clipboard from clattering to the floor and is instead pressing it to her chest. “This is a hospital, gentlemen! I have to insist that you stop this… this lewd behavior at once, or I will have to call the security team!”

She certainly sounds very stern and no-nonsense as she speaks, but her tail has started to slowly wag behind her back as she stares, Enji realizes with a horrified lurch in his stomach, at Enji’s swollen cock lying hard and massive against his abs.

Hawks seems… absolutely delighted.

“Maybe you can make an exception… just this once?”

The nurse opens her mouth, face stern despite the fine sheen of sweat on her forehead. A loud rip keeps her from responding.

Enji looks down at his chest, the thin paper gown suddenly ripped open down the front by one of Hawks’ feathers, exposing him completely to the room. Humiliation and shame washes through him as he is helpless to do… anything to defend himself from getting molested in public by this little horny maniac.

As soon as he can move his arms again, Enji will grab Hawks’ skinny little neck and snap it like a twig. But for now… all he can do is lie there and endure getting fucked on a single of Hawks’ fingers while the nurse assigned to him gets a good squeeze of his tits in.

Is he only surrounded by perverts?