Kinktober Day 3 - Body Worship.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Blake finds himself waking up in a strange place, with a stranger touching his body in worshipful ways. Blake oddly doesn't fight. At first, he only remembers a little bit, and thinks they offered and he agreed. It feels good. Thats enough for him. But as it goes on, Blake remembers more and more. Such as him being the one to make the first advance on them before passing out. The whole thing was his idea. Whether because he lost his mind, or genuinely wants to have with them. He might even be hallucinating the whole thing.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Blake opened his eyes with a hiss. His head felt like it was splitting open. A throbbing agony pulsing through it. And a fuzziness drowning out his thoughts. He didn't know where he was. He couldn't see very well. His glasses were missing. But he could tell he was on a cot. Naked. Belly down. And there were *hands* on his bare skin. Blake tensed, feeling them drag across his back, tracing his spine, and rubbing oh so good. Lynn? That was who he first thought of. But no, it wasn't her, he never managed to get to her, and the hands couldn't belong to her. They were too different. But... he wasn't scared. Because as fuzzy and in agony, his head was, he still could remember who was currently touching his body. For the most part.

He never got their name. Didn't know if they were a Heretic, one of the Christian freaks, or the other ones... he just remembered how they met, they grabbed him when he started getting too close to reaching Lynn, dragged him away. And said all the things they were going to do him. And Blake *begged* for it. He knew why. He was tired, in pain, and just wanted to feel good. They promised to make him feel good. So, as they continued their touching and rubbing, squeezing at the more soft or sensitive parts of his body, in an almost worshipful way, like he was something divine, Blake relaxed back into the bed. Shuddering and sighing softly. They were making good on their promises. He felt better already, nothing would fix the mental scarring he would have, but atleast he wouldn't feel tired and in pain. He would just feel tired and good.

He did feel ashamed. Lynn, his wife, was out there, scared, being hunted down for apparently carrying the anti-christ, and he was here being felt up by someone he didn't even know the name of, and *enjoying.* Blake had done his best. He truly did. He fought, and fought, and *fought.* It was useless. He couldn't take it anymore. This person was going to take care of him after making him feel good. That was what they promised. That was what he needed. Blake tried to resist, to hold off. But life was not so fair to him, was it? His mind was twisted by the horrors he witnessed, and the agony he endured. He could only give in to whoever offered him some form of freedom. Blake swallowed thickly, resting his eyes for a few moments.

Then he felt himself being flipped. Blake sharply inhaled as he landed on his back. Squirming a bit as their lips found his stomach and chest. They were paying attention to every bit of his body. Their touch made him feel like he was something sculpted by a God, or a God himself. It was no wonder that he easily submitted and gave in when they made their promises... no, wait. Blake opened his eyes, squinting in thought. They didn't promise this. They promised to take care of him, to keep him happy, and when he begged, he had been begging them to do *more* than just take care of him. It was him who asked to be pleasured, they didn't offer or threaten him with it. It was utterly his own will.

It made Blake feel more shame. He hadn't been coaxed, and he hadn't given in to any sexual advances out of pure desperation to feel better. *He* had been the one to make the first advances. Blake squirmed harder, feeling embarrassed at his own need. Right now, their face was a blur. But he remembered that they had been exactly his type. Enough that he had been aroused almost immediately despite the horrors he had witnessed. Blake choked as their head tilted towards his parted legs, and before he knew it, their lips were on his balls. Then his . Not sucking, but kissing and caressing. Almost nuzzling. Blake's hips jerked, his cheeks turning bright red as they turned their worshipping touches to his . He wasn't even thinking about Lynn. Just them. Blake groaned, head falling back.

"Oh... oh ... * ."*

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☆ Notes. ☆

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Labling it dead dove because of the darker themes, despite him consenting and actually being the one to initiate it. It can be interpeted as something else.

Art by Lobstrrck