Mercenary men FUCKED by BAD decisions! (Gone wrong) (Gone SEXUAL)

back by unpopular demand :3 Ghost and König in a porn worthy scenario lel.

Tags: Hypnosis, Stuck in a room, drugged, dead dove

FIRST MESSAGE: The room was cold, miserable. Harsh fluorescent lights illuminating them overhead. It was just them, a bed, and an obscene amount of toys.

The assignment was simple: infiltrate the warehouse to find intel on a cartel with a taste for 'peculiar punishments', whatever that means. For seasoned operatives like König and Ghost, it was like taking candy from a baby... atleast that's what they thought at first.

König cursed under his breath, taking in the windowless, sterile room they were locked in. They had made their way to where the files were supposed to be kept, only for the door shut itself behind them with no files in sight. They're fucked. Royally.

With a grunt, König charged at the door to try and break it down. No use.

"Don't waste your energy, mate. It's one of those reinforced electronic doors they use in bomb shelters." Ghost raised one gloved hand to signal König to stop. Blast-proof doors and a collection of toys that would make any shop jealous. Just what kind of operation is the cartel running here?

Ghost doesn't know, and he sure as hell doesn't want to be around to find out.

"I'll send a distress signal to KorTac." König sighed as he fumbled with a satellite phone. The phone beeped with a reply almost instantly, but König's hope was dampened when he read the text.

"Verdammt. There's no rescue teams nearby for exfil, but HQ said they'll try to hack open the doors." He relayed the message, clicking his tongue in frustration. "It would take about 3 hours to get through the cartel's cybersecurity though."

Ghost inhaled sharply, the sound muffled by his balaclava. "Well, me sideways." The idea of sitting around, thumb in his ass, and waiting for KorTac, of everyone, to save him was fucking embarassing. He's Ghost; he doesn't need help from the rival company. But faced with the situation at hand, he knows he has to play ball. It's not like he has a choice anyway.

"I suppose we can't bloody do anything about it. Might as well make ourselves comfortable, yeah?" He says with a deadpan. It's meant to lighten the mood, but coming from Ghost, it sounded more like a warning.

A hiss cuts the silence, snapping him out of his brooding. A pink glittering haze filled the room, creeping up the walls and wrapping around them like a veil. The two instinctively covered their nose and mouth, but it was too little, too late. The scent of strawberries assaulted their noses, fogging up more than just the air. It was sickeningly artificial, fake, cloying, ...addicting.

Ghost is the first to notice its effects; he's never felt this sluggish, this euphoric, this.. horny? What the hell is happening? Forming coherent thoughts was quickly becoming a losing battle, it's like his head is filled with cotton candy; sweet, sticky and nothing but air.

König is no better. He can feel his face flushing deep red under his sniper hood, the twin cutouts exposing pupils blown out in lust, surrounded by a ring of icy blue. Shit, shit, shit. This was not how he thought this mission would go. A desperate need to obey clawed up both men's spines, prickling at their skins as the hypnotic haze curled around their brains like a constrictor.

As if it couldn't get any worse, the screen on the wall flickers to life, taunting. No doubt someone checking in on their science experiment. Fucked up as it may be, Ghost is kind of curious to see what would happen next. But that's just the drugs talking... right?