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Christmas day, or more particularly, nighttime has arrived. Everyone working at SDN has the day off to spend time with their families and friends, the Z-Team being no different. Invisigal, rememebering how the last party went, is a bit hesitant on hosting another at Robert's home, but he reassures her they won't have to worry about Shroud or his Red Ring crime syndicate anymore due to him being locked behind federal prison bars for good.
"I dunno, who knows if those brainless neon lights fuckers find a way to ruin another good evening for us." Courtney sighs as she sits on Robert's couch, facing towards him.
"Trust me, if anything does for whatever reason go down, it'll be over in about two minutes flat, 'cus this time we'll have an amped up Chase to beat the shit out of em." He replies jokingly.
"You got me there. Alright, I'm sold, I'll text the guys to bring a present or some shit, it'll be like that Secret Santa game." "Could you also go to the store real quick? We're running out of beer." Robert asks as he opens the fridge. "You better be lucky I care about you, taking my kindness for granted." Courtney chuckles to herself.
"What would I do without you?" Robert teases. "Probably sitting on that couch all day staring into the abyss contemplating killing yourself."
She sends the message to the team and leaves the building while Robert chills with Beef, scratching his belly. About 25 minutes go by before Visi returns, not only with a couple packs of beer, but with some of the Z-Team members as well. Sonar, Malevola, and Golem are the first to arrive, all with gifts of varying sizes.
"WOOOOO! Let's get fucking LIT!!" Sonar exclaims as he's already drinking a bottle. "Not too much though, otherwise you'd miss out on the real fun tonight." Malevola tells him.
Robert gets up and meets them at the front door, letting them all in. "What she said, can't let the place get messed up after it's actually filled with important stuff now."
"Aw man... I was so ready to break one of your windows." "That would be pretty funny to watch, not gonna lie." Golem additionally comments.
Not long after, more people show up with presents in hand and festive outfits to fit the Christmas vibes. The last to arrive is Flambae, similar to last time, but without the punch to the face or as fashionably late. One of his gifts appears to be a bit different from the rest, instead of it being in a box of sorts, it's a thin envelope, still wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper and topped with a red bow. The rest of the group brings their presents to the center of the living room right near the couch, but Chad leaves the specific small one on the kitchen counter.
"Not going to share that last one?" Robert asks while pointing to it. "Don't worry about it, Bob Bob, that one stays there."
"You're not gonna tell us what it is?" "Keep asking about it and I'll burn it right on your porch. You should be thankful I even though of something for you."
"Better than you punching the shit out of me the first time you came to my house, so noted." Rob says and sits back down, chilling besides Courtney and Chase. "Good, now how about we start fucking partying for real, huh?"
The gang all lights up and Visi puts another one of her playlists on. They dance the night away, drinking, playing random party games, and open each other's gifts while telling each other who it's for and why. The party lasts hours, it being pure fun and without interruption from annoying background villains to worry about. Eventually, it becomes extremely late and everyone packs up their things, taking their gifts and leaving one by one. Robert wishes them goodnight and waves them out of his house.
Again, Chad is the last one to go. The envelope he brought is still on the countertop so he picks it up and hands it over to Rob. "I waited til you were alone to not ruin the surprise since it's special. You can open it now, and I think you'll like it." He brushes into him while walking past him to the door. He turns around and gives him a cheeky wink before closing it, thus leaving Robert fully alone.
Robert glances down at the gift, examining it further. He thinks to himself whether or not he should open it as Flambae requested, but ultimately decides on leaving it alone, placing it back on the table. "Knowing him, it'll probably just be that damn awful Whitney Houston cover he sung at the bar, not in the mood right now..." He grumbles under his breath.
Robert is tired now after a night's worth of getting drunk and wants to lay down. He changes out of his clothes and gets comfortable on the sofa with Beef while watching YouTube videos to relax.
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About and hour passes by, but Rob is still awake, seemingly not able to rest as he hoped. Even though he said he wasn't in the mood earlier, the curiosity of what's inside the envelope has him stunted. He retrieves the present and opens it up.
Much to his surprise, it is a disc, the inside of the wrapping paper having instructions stating 'play it on your projector'. Robert immediately assumes he's correct on his initial assumption and believes it's the song, thinking again to himself if he should fall for the bait or not.
"If only it were money...fuck. He wouldn't... actually put the stupid cover on a damn cd just to spite me would he? Oh what am I saying, he most definitely would."
He shakes his head and looks at the projector on top of the computer. "I should just get this over with so I won't have to hear him bitch about me not using this "gift" of his.." Robert then turns the computer on and inserts the disc inside it. A file appears on screen and he clicks it open, it takes him to a video. He braces himself for the nonsense he's about to witness and presses play.
The video is a recording of Chad filming himself, reminiscent of a terrible 2010's YouTube video. It shows Flambae, supposedly in his bedroom, backing a bit out of view after readjusting the frame and then speaks.
"So, Mecha-bitch, made this little present for you because I know you're broke as shit and can't afford any good entertainment, so I'm making this personal video just for you. It would be a real fucking shame if you didn't watch it. Don't be a pussy." "What the fuck is he going on about...?" Robert questions to himself silently.
"Oh and by the way, I'll know if you watched this video or not because I tampered with the software a bit so you can only click pause, play, and replay, no cheating by skipping through this shit." Flambae explains.
"Yeah I'm not wasting my time-" Robert's thought is cut off. "In case you need motivation, you finishing this gift will determine how much I'm effort going to put into work for the following weeks. Treat this as a test of loyalty or whatever the fuck. If you don't, hope you like getting second degree burns from your stupid coffee."
Robert is contemplating whether or not to try and fall asleep for real this time, risking his relationship with Flambae and potentially being annoyed for the next couple of weeks. The thought of him being ten times more insufferable than usual makes him cringe on the inside, so he decides to toughen up and stick through the rest.
"Assuming you are still watching, I'd almost applaud you for doing the bare minimum. Almost. Moving on, it's time to show you the real purpose of this film."
Flambae begins to trace his hairy chest with his index finger, slowly caressing his nipples and moving towards his naval. Robert is confused as to what he is planning. Flambae in the video then turns around, his back facing the camera as he stretches his legs in sensual positions.
"I know you've been eyeing my incredibly gorgeous features, Bob Bob. No one can resist. I'm still so fucking strong. Can't say I blame you though, I'm uh... not completely opposed to the attention."
As he continues to show off his body, Robert is more flustered now, not sure as to why Flambae created a recording of him doing this in the first place, but doesn't want to give up and quit now. A minute later, Flambae goes over to the corner of his room and brings something back into focal view. Once Robert sees it, he immediately realizes what insane situation he has gotten himself into.
What Chad is holding is a 7 inch silicone dildo. He walks up to the camera and adjusts the camera again, making it zoom in closer to the bed. He then gets on top of it and sits down, adult toy still in hand.
"If you're not a stupid fucking moron, you've noticed this isn't just any plain video recording, like I said earlier, it's a *special* gift, just for you and you alone, Robert. Now you see this? This is a nice and big dildo, seven whole inches. Unfortunately for you, we both know your dick isn't nearly as big, so you're just going to have to use that imagination of yours and pretend it's you, okay?" He says in a semi-mocking yet somewhat seductive tone.
Robert is completely dumbfounded by the sudden information he just received. It was one thing being told about being in someone's sex dream, but watching someone *actually* refer to him during sexual intercourse in real life was a whole different story.
He might have felt a small yet odd spark between the two at some point, though it hadn't occurred to him the fully fledged attraction Flambae has for him until this very moment. The choice to continue watching or stop has lingered in his head for a while, now at full force as he rushed to pause the video. Now with it paused, he ponders to himself once again to play or rest.
"Wh- what in the actual FUCK. Damnit, now I wish it *was* the song. Maybe if I stop here, he'll still think I saw the whole thing... He isn't going to ask me the details of the entire video is he?" As much as Rob doesn't want to admit, however, he is feeling something other than just fear at the moment. Something stronger that lurks from within.
He sighs to himself and turns to the computer again, looking at the screen. Robert remembers the reason why he's still watching and knows Flambae is fully capable of being an annoying prick, so once again, he continues and unpauses the video.
"I'm sure you're foaming at the mouth while watching me masturbate on camera, wishing you were the one to get naughty with me. Who knows... maybe you'll get even more lucky." His breathy chuckle echoes within Robert's living room as heads over to sit on the couch.
Flambae looks directly at the lens, appearing as if he can see Robert straight through the screen, sending a short chill down his spine. Flambae gradually raises the dildo to his mouth, gently pressing it onto his lips. He licks the tip while his eyes flutter, a sly smirk spreads across his face.
The flaming supe opens his mouth again and speaks. "Can't have me getting hurt now can we? Heard spit is the best lubricant, so let's test it out." Flambae places the toy onto his tongue again, it wrapping around it like a snake before inserting the rim down his throat. His saliva coats it with a bit of steam rising above, he exchanges a few glances at the camera from time to time. He is shown to have little gag reflexes as he sucks down to the base with excitement.
Robert, just barely realizing, has gotten excited himself, an imprint of his penis rising in his briefs. His face reddens in embarrassment, shame filling his thoughts, though the other ones of him imagining himself in the position of the dildo, as Flambae told, turns him on further. Biting his lip in anticipation, Rob shifts his body a little to accommodate for the uncomfortable change in his body.
He notices Chad's dick twitches a bit, his hips rocking ever so slightly as he increases the pace. Flambae's suit starts to slip off his body, his sleeves revealing his incredibly toned shoulders and arm musculature. His abs and pecs glisten in the moonlight eminating from his window. A few minutes go by and a loud pop sound rings throughout the room, a string of his steaming saliva dripping into the bed.
"Did you like that, Rob? This isn't the only thing that'll get you hard... Oh no, I'm just starting~." And with that, he strips down, taking off the remainder of his clothes and becomes bare. "Why the fuck am I still watching this...?" Robert mutters to himself. Chad takes the dildo and places it in front of him on the bed. He then repositions himself, turning around and giving the view of his backside again. The moonlight mixed with the screen brightness cuts across the ridges of muscles running down his back, it gleams with a trace of sweat.
The larger man clasps his own ass, tracing the curvature of it and slowly guiding himself onto the sex toy. "Here's something that's completely impossible for you since I'm 100% out of your league, and we both know you couldn't handle any of this in real life. I'm making one of your wet dreams as close as a reality as humanly possibe so I suggest you stay just a bit longer, yeah?" Flambae licks his lips in such a way, it causes Robert to feel both incredibly hot, and awfully irritated by the insult.
"So he thinks he can get one on me by filming playing with himself and call me a pussy for trying to not watch it? Alright then, I'll play this stupid little game. No more holding back..."
Right as he says that, Flambae guides the tip to his entrance, slipping it inside with a deliberate thrust. A small gasp escapes his mouth as the first few inches disappears into his body. Robert, fully erect now, begins rubbing his member while trying to match the pace of the other's.
After some few adjustments, Flambae rhythmicly bounces up and down on the silicone shaft, his hips rolling in circles to maximize contact. Rob quickens his thrusting as well as he pumps his cock in hand, becoming more in tune to the visualization. Both men moan, their gasps for air linger as the two pleasure themselves in stimulating ways.
Robert shuts his eyes closed and covers his mouth, reaching his climax. He makes it through only a few more strokes before his entire body spasms as thick ropes of cum shoot from his tip, spilling onto the floor. Flambae stops riding the dildo and turns around again, lying on his side.
"Man, that was nice.., but there's one more thing I want to do since I still haven't cum yet. It would be a real shame if you came first, Bob Bob, that would be really fucking pathetic. You'd be even more of a bitch to me than you already are, but I'm sure you had at least a minimal amount of restraint, right?" He laughs to himself while Robert is red again, this time from frustration. "You can't be fucking serious..." Robert replies, strained.
Flambae then grabs his own dick and and strokes it. "Mmhh.. fuck Bob-bitch, you got me acting like this for you, it's almost embarrassing. I really shouldn't be lowering my standards, but everyone else is a zero, and you're a...hm ..a four. Besides, I want to see if you're a real "hero"~." A low groan rumbles in his chest, his hips rolling lazily while thrusting into his fist.
His eyes glow up just a bit as he talks about Robert, showing his longing for the peculiar Mecha Man. Flambae shutters as his free hand grips the bedsheet underneath him before he finally ejaculates. After a few deep breaths, he gets up and walks towards the camera, standing in front of it to say one last thing.
"Robert, if you have watched this to the end, that means you want me too. Are you willing to do something about it, or are you going to chicken out and run away like the depressing, miserable piece of shit you normally are? I guess we'll have to see soon..."
And with that, the film cuts to black, leaving the room in an uncomfortably quiet silent that fills it entirely. Robert's energy has been spent and can't bring himself to decide what exactly to do yet, so he leaves it up to tomorrow him, taking the disc out of the computer and setting it aside on the kitchen counter again. He cleans up his spill and gets himself back on the couch, falling asleep for real this time.