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In the crisp, cold air of Shelter Woods, The Trapper strikes down his third victim with a vicious blow, listening to their wails of agony with a straight face. He passively remembers the name “Jake” as he lifts him off his shoulder and onto the hook. Jake’s screams carry through the trees one final time before he’s taken by the Entity. Now there is just one left.
Trapper searches the grounds, starting in a corner and makes his way around the perimeter, looking for signs of life or for the hatch. He is fruitless in his endeavor until he hears the clamoring of many crows and goes to investigate. What greets him when he enters the arrangement of walls is a locker with doors ajar, covered in crows. He approaches with a hum of amusement and quickly pulls the doors open, greeted with the sight of Dwight collapsed, drenched in sweat, arms between his legs and shaking. The Trapper has never seen him in this compromising position before and tilts his head in curiosity.
Dwight avoids eye contact in embarrassment as he musters up the courage to speak up.
“I-I can barely move…please don’t kill me.” Trapper grabs him by the shirt and pulls him up, “Wait-wait-wait!” He panics. “I’m also-” Trapper freezes. “I’m uh…” There’s a long, awkward pause. Trapper’s gaze makes Dwight’s shoulders tense. “N-no matter what I do or think about, it’s not going down, I couldn’t do anything all Trial!” Trapper looks down and finally sees what he’s talking about. Dwight’s pants are undone, and he’s hard in his boxer-briefs.
“Hmm,” The Trapper responds, looking back up at Dwight’s eyes. Dwight sees through his mask and quickly averts his eyes, staring at the mask’s maw as it comes closer. “Why?” Dwight jumps at hearing him actually speak words, he had been unsure if he could talk.
“I-I got sprayed by something in that alien jungle,” Dwight sheepishly admits. “I dunno if it was a bug or a plant or what!” They both silently wondered why Dwight would still be affected by something that happened during a previous Trial.
Trapper swiftly lifts Dwight off the ground, “Hold on! Don’t-” and onto his shoulder, despite the protests of the smaller man. Dwight lets out a moan against his will as his member makes contact with Trapper’s body and quickly covers his mouth, trying to ignore the friction as Trapper walks. Dwight feels dejected as he thinks he’s being carried to a hook and doesn’t struggle, trying to stay as still as possible, feeling uncomfortable about rubbing against someone.
But one hook passes, and another. Where is he taking him? They enter the campsite walls, past another hook and up the stairs. Dwight is grabbed and is soon airborne towards the bed. “Huh?” Dwight asks as he hits the smooth, black silk and struggles to sit up on his elbows.
“Sleep,” the masked man commands, then makes his way to the door. Dwight feels a pang of panic and reaches out his hand.
“Wait, please!” Dwight pleads. Trapper pauses his steps but doesn’t turn around. Dwight has no idea how to say what he’s about to say.
“I know I shouldn’t be greedy and ask for something like this, but can you stay with me?” Dwight feels crazy asking this of a man who’s killed him hundreds if not thousands of times. “I don’t wanna be alone. Just for a little while?”
After thinking it over, The Trapper sighs and grabs a book off the shelf and sits down at the table, facing away from the bed. Dwight doesn’t understand why he listened but is grateful. “Um, thank you.”
Dwight is too weak to get under the covers so he just wiggles upwards to lie his head on the pillows. He closes his eyes and tries to sleep for several minutes, tossing and turning as his body gets even hotter. He finds himself thinking about the giant of a man sitting at the table just about 10 feet away. He wonders if the book he has actually has legible words or if it’s just another prop. He brings his eyes to him, admiring his broad shoulders and strong back. He wonders what it would feel like to touch his back as he moved.
He then wonders if he could jerk off quiet enough so he doesn’t hear. He feels like his brain will explode from pressure if he doesn’t get off again soon. He wonders if he should now ask The Trapper to leave or if that would be too demanding. His mind trails off as he finds his hands down his pants again. He rolls his head into the pillow to muffle his quickened breathing. His mind goes fuzzy as the pleasure builds up and he cums while holding his breath.
He looks over to see that The Trapper’s head is turned, he’s no longer looking at the book. Was Dwight too loud after all?
Dwight still wants more. He wipes the sweat off his face with his clean hand and tries sitting up on his elbows again. Dwight can’t believe the words he’s about to say. “Do you uh…Is there any chance you wanna do it? With me?”
The Trapper drops his head and sighs. “That the sickness talking?” Dwight shakes his head. “No it’s not, I swear! I’ve actually-” he manages to sit up and grips the blanket, “I-I’ve actually been attracted to you for a really long time now, I’ve just been too scared-” He lowers his voice, “...To try anything.” He swallows hard. The Trapper turns his body to the side of the chair and turns his head to face him. Dwight gets more anxious. “I usually just like girls but there’s something about you that…that’s…I like you. A lot.”
Trapper stands up. He walks over to the bed, towering over it, gripping his weapon tightly. “I’ve murdered you countless times. What makes you think I won’t just kill you again right now?”
“I trust you.” Trapper is taken aback. Why the hell would Dwight trust him? And why has Trapper been so nice? He wonders if Dwight has something contagious. He drops his weapon and places a knee on the bed. Silently he grabs Dwight’s shoes and slips them off. Dwight’s heart skips a beat as Trapper grabs his pant legs and pulls his pants off. “Um, i-is that a yes?”
The Trapper pulls something from his pocket before he unfastens his overalls, dropping them to the floor before getting on the bed. He positions over Dwight’s body and Dwight nearly cums again from excitement, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his goofy look of astonishment. He nervously looks down between Trapper’s legs and is amazed at the size of his cock, which is already at full-mast. He momentarily feels a little apprehensive about it going inside him, worried that it’s too big, but his lust overpowers his worry by a longshot. The Trapper grabs Dwight’s underwear and pulls them off, throwing them off the bed. He rips Dwight’s shirt open, pulling some buttons loose, and slips it off. All of his clothes are damp with sweat, which is what Dwight is doing excessively, enough to make one worry.
“Can you spread your legs?” Trapper asks, while twisting the lid off of a small bottle. Dwight nods and moves his legs slowly to the sides. Trapper pours the substance on two of his massive fingers. “What is that stuff? Is it safe?” Dwight asks. Dwight knows that The Trapper carries lubricant for his traps but doesn’t know what it’s made of.
Trapper doesn’t answer and brings his hand in-between Dwight’s legs to his entrance and pauses. He looks in Dwight’s eyes and Dwight gets nervous. His gaze always makes him nervous. Dwight squeezes the silk blanket in his hands. Trapper presses, and to his surprise, finds that his finger slides right in. He stares at Dwight.
“Huh?” Dwight looks down, also surprised. “Is that why I’ve been feeling so weird down there?” They both wonder what the hell is in that spray. Trapper slips in another finger and Dwight moans in his hand in response. Trapper curls his fingers upwards to find Dwight’s prostate, and when he does he’s rewarded with Dwight gasping and twitching, cumming again.
“Really?” Trapper smiles. “That easy, huh?” Dwight looks away, embarrassed and out of breath.
“I-it’s from that spray!” Dwight protests. “Normally I’m not that fast!” The Trapper laughs, surprising Dwight.
“So no downtime in between? Came twice in less than five minutes,” Trapper says while sliding out his fingers. Trapper totally heard Dwight before. Dwight thinks that he needs to work on his stealth abilities. Trapper grabs Dwight’s hips and pulls him into his lap, then pours the lube in his hand and strokes himself. “Ready?” Dwight nods, his heart racing and head spinning in excitement. The Trapper guides himself to Dwight’s hole and presses in slowly. “Take deep breaths.” Dwight nods again and covers his face with his arms, peeking underneath to watch.
The head goes in and Dwight starts to squirm, his body processing this new sensation as The Trapper pushes further in. Dwight whines and Trapper pauses. “You alright?” He asks, trying to make Dwight less tense. Dwight uncovers his face and looks down, shaking harder. “Yeah, I think so…It’s just uh, my first time,” he laughs sheepishly. Trapper slowly pushes in until he finally reaches the base, and Dwight inhales deeply and exhales sharply. Trapper studies Dwight’s face until he feels like he’s relaxed.
“I’m gonna move now,” Trapper declares as he begins to slide out. “Ngh,” Dwight whines when Trapper pushes back in. He begins to pick up the pace, caressing Dwight’s thighs as Dwight begins to moan in his hand. “Feels good then?” Trapper smiles, placing his right hand around the base of Dwight’s cock, rubbing the side with his thumb, pleased with Dwight’s reactions. He thrusts faster, making Dwight throw back his head in response. “Hm? Gonna cum again?” Dwight nods quickly and grips the blanket with both hands, now moaning freely. Trapper grabs Dwight’s cock firmly and begins to jerk him off. Dwight squeezes his eyes shut and yelps as he cums once again, all over Trapper’s hand. “Hm. You came a lot. Again.” He pauses his movements and stares at his hand. Dwight looks over, out of breath. “Uh, bodily fluids seem to be endless here, huh?” Dwight laughs.
“Let’s test that,” Trapper begins moving again, both his hand on Dwight’s cock and his thrusting. “W-Wait! Gimme a sec to recover! Just a minute- fuck!” Trapper squeezes another orgasm from him, Dwight’s eyes rolling back and Trapper feels the pulsating from inside him. He cums just as much as before. Trapper is impressed. “Hm. Can we get one more before I finish?” Dwight begins to worry if his mind can handle all of this. The Trapper pulls out then grabs Dwight’s sides and flips him over. He lifts Dwight’s hips up and towards him and inserts himself back in.
Dwight gasps into the pillow as Trapper focuses on hitting his spot, making Dwight’s vision go blurry as he feels the pleasure building up once again. Trapper speeds up and groans as he finally finishes for the first time. Dwight finishes too, without his front being touched. Trapper sits back on his knees and breathes deeply. “Unlike you, I need breaks.” He rolls Dwight back onto his back and backs up on his knees. He slips off his mask and Dwight jumps at seeing his face, finally making proper eye contact with him. Trapper leans forward and down, placing his hands on either side of Dwight’s cock. Dwight realizes what he’s about to do.
“Hold on, you don’t have to do that!” Dwight nervously protests, shaking his hands as he watches Trapper’s face get closer. He grabs Dwight’s member in one hand and brings his mouth over the tip. Dwight shivers from feeling his hot breath as he closes his mouth around it. He feels his tongue spin around the head and his eyes roll back. “Ho-o-oly shit,” he curses under his breath. Trapper takes him all the way to the back of his mouth and Dwight sees stars.
He moves his head in a rhythm that drives Dwight crazy, just barely not fast enough to finish. He weakly grabs at The Trapper’s head and grits his teeth; He speeds up in response. “Slow down, I’m gonna-!” He tries pushing his head away but he’s too strong, and he finishes in his mouth. After recovering from the high, he gasps, worried that he’ll be mad. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to-”
Trapper swallows. Dwight is amazed. No one would ever believe him if he tried saying this happened.
Trapper picks up Dwight and places him in his lap as he sits down, Dwight’s legs on his sides. “Hold on.” Dwight carefully wraps his around Trapper’s neck, and Trapper wraps his arms around Dwight’s waist. Trapper lowers his hands onto his ass to position himself to enter once again. Dwight enjoys the closeness of this position, even though he’s worried about being scratched by a hook. Trapper is hard enough to enter and slides in, pausing there. He can’t remember the last time he’s done this all with someone. How long had he been stuck in here, all alone? He shakes off the recollecting and instead focuses on how hot Dwight feels inside due to his fever. How sweet he sounds next to his ear.
Hours and hours pass. Trapper holds his right hand around Dwight’s neck, keeping Dwight standing up on his knees as he fucks him slowly from behind. Dwight has long been fucked silly, no longer able to form coherent sentences. Trapper jerks him off with his other hand and they finish together, collapsing back onto the bed. Trapper is out of breath, finally feeling tired.
“It’s finally gone down,” Dwight laughs deliriously before his accumulative fatigue hits him like a truck and he passes out for a few hours. He dreams that he’s warm and safe in his own bed, no longer stuck in a hellscape.
Dwight opens his eyes and struggles to lift his head up to look down. He’s now under the blanket. He carefully lifts himself up to roll over onto his stomach, his whole body feeling sore. Now next to Trapper, he rests on his chest and stares at him, studying his scars. Trapper opens his eyes, wipes his face with his hand, and looks back at him. Dwight smiles. “Thanks.”
“Hm?”
“For uh, helping me with my problem.” Dwight is on cloud nine, despite being so sore he’s never felt so happy. He was worried about the crash after, but guesses that this place prevents it from happening, as their bodies never seem to run out of anything unless they’re actively dying.
“No problem.” He looks away, uncomfortable about being smiled at, not remembering the last time he’s seen it happen.
“Y’know, this woulda totally killed us both if we were on earth,” Dwight continues, “Dehydration, being hard for too long…What’s that called again?”
“You also would’ve been killed if you were facing anyone else,” Trapper stares at the ceiling, “You need to be more careful,” he scolds. Dwight feels embarrassed but knows that Trapper is right. He shouldn’t be poking or prodding at any weird plant, bug, or animal. Especially on what looks like an alien planet. Trapper places his hand on Dwight’s back and looks back at him again. “How many times was that, anyway?” Dwight shrugs. “I lost count a long time ago.” The last few hours are just a blur of pleasure for them both. “Hm. Can you move again?”
“I think so.”
“You should probably head back.”
“Just a few more minutes?”
“Hm. Fine.”
Dwight lies his head down on Trapper’s chest, feeling content enough to purr if he could.
Trapper ends up obliging Dwight for a couple more hours in silence. He knows that this chance will likely not happen again. He thinks about how he just made someone happy. How long had it been since he’d done that? He hopes that maybe someday it can happen again. But he knows that now he will have to return to being a monster. It was nice feeling human again while it lasted. Trapper climbs out of bed and gets dressed, followed by Dwight doing the same. They walk to find the hatch together. Dwight feels reluctant to leave yet, rubbing his arm as the hatch comes into sight. Dwight takes a deep breath. “Uhh, see you later,” he says awkwardly.
The Trapper places his mask back on and nods, standing stiffly. Dwight jumps in.
Dwight reaches the campfire and Megs jogs up to him.
“Where have you been!? You’ve been gone like…forever!” She notices that Dwight is holding his back in pain, so she knows he didn’t die. “What is that smell?” she pinches her nose and waves at the air, “You smell like that filthy oaf! Like death and rust and dirt! And something else?” Something else being the ungodly amounts of semen. Dwight laughs nervously, “Yeah I uh, I faced The Trapper. I got away.” Nea notices the smell too when Dwight sits down on the log and she scoots away. “What, did you roll around with em?” Nea laughs. Dwight is unsure if she means literally or sexually but brushes it off either way.
Meg sits down next to him and looks him over. “And you’re beaming? I’ve never seen you look so cheerful,” she asks suspiciously.
“U-uh…I guess I’m just happy to be alive. For the first time, probably.” Dwight wonders what it will be like when he runs into him again and closes his eyes, trying to sear the memories into his mind.