<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/08c4f84344936f40589c900592af1870.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Charlie<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Subway tunnel<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong>Received an Item!<br/><strong>Tease:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>It was startling to see Connor utter his name and disappear, and then in Connor's place, a small box materializing. It was an Item. He carefully picked it up with one hand. Feeling the eyes of ghouls on him, he opened it. A black cock ring. He threw away the bundled shirt. It was ruined and pointless to hold onto any longer. He fitted the cock ring around his cock, whimpering at its reddened sensitivity. Then his cock was fortified, harder than it ever began with. The number 1 glowed slightly on his chest. He wore it with dignity and swelling pride. The spoils of war.<br/><br/>Cock swinging, Charlie climbed onto the platform where the fluorescence buzzed and beamed.<br/><br/>He ascended the stairs and surfaced to the city to wander to his next fight. Charlie hoped he found Connor again. To be able to pack all of his meat into that tight hole and having Connor say his name meant they were a perfect fit. He'd do it again, and this time, he would not hold back. He'd explode all his honeyed cum inside, a hefty deposit. He already regretted so much withholding from Connor, it felt obligatory. Charlie looked through the city, hoping for a glimpse of his favorite prey.<br/><br/>Where are you, Connor? He was ready for seconds.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/66132603c084e5780378cfa8dc78855c.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Bc0001.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Drake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>University, Fitness Center, Men's Lockers to Lobby<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong>n/a; Exploring<br/><strong>Tease:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>Drake paced the men's lockers in nothing but white undies and a white button-up collared shirt that lacked buttons and so kept falling open, parting to show his rugby-hardened body. He rifled through every locker, slightly disappointed to see each one vacant. This provocative appearance and the rules of sexual dominance in this Limbo realm were enough to throw a professor for a spin. He gleaned some shreds of a former lauded life -- he either had or was going to get tenure -- and it was filled with not-so-random encounters, each week a different fuckboy. Were they students?<br/><br/>Was that why Drake had landed in some kind of special hell? He turned around, eyeing the dark doors and the dreaded corners. A sexual predator could come charging in at any moment. Who but I said it was hell? Drake felt a spread of life tickle his chubby scrotum. If there were five other sexual predators here, he had no qualms predating them. Movements of the ghouls spiked his heart rate and left him on edge. He glanced out at a narrow hallway. He expected something -- anything -- but there was more nothing, a lingering emptiness that invoked the feeling Drake was on his own. He re-entered the men's lockers, his stomach in knots yet his penis was rising.<br/><br/>"It's only ... a dream." Drake mumbled for some motivation to leave his hiding place. What if the other five found you here and took turns ganging up on you? Moron, now was a better time as any to just keep moving and look for anything that could be used. He forced himself out into the hallway and exited out into the open lobby of the fitness center. "Only a dream..." No one was in sight, the objects remained at rest, and the as-still-as-death campus seemed to stifle all echoes. There was total silence as the overcast sky loomed, a gloomy gray. No footsteps. No swiveling doors. Not a blink out of these dusted technologies. It was as if no one had been here in decades.<br/><br/>So he truly was alone with the testosterone that seemed to rage in the air. No one was here to watch and judge, save for the ghouls from behind their smoky veil. It was a dog fuck dog world here, and he was sure the other five hunters had every intention of becoming the alpha. Fuck them all. He wanted to live. Having glimpsed at a place like Limbo insinuated the depths of the netherworld he would further fall into if he was forced to orgasm for the third time. And standing out here in the lobby, Drake was so very aroused...