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Builderman is unbearably arrogant. Like yeah, Shedletsky is aware he himself is an egotistical prick that likes to make snarky comments that puts him in a good light and all, but Builderman? He's just straight up an asshole and not in the funny way like Shedletsky is. Not even the friendliest and most outgoing survivor out of the bunch can withstand the head admin. He's just a brat. Someone who clearly thinks he's above everyone just because he still thinks he's on some kind of high pedestal.
It's laughable, really. But if there's a need to fix that then Shedletsky is gonna make sure to give Builderman a little “talk”. Admin to admin, from one powerful man to another. Shedletsky is going to have a talk with him, adjust that attitude to be more bearable for everyone.
Eyeing the timer for their next round, his plan is already set in stones. He'll fix that attitude in no time.
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The killer is Slasher
Horror Hotel
Great, this match couldn’t be better than what Shedletsky expected. This place is spacious, lots of spots to kite and hide from the killer. The best part? Some of the places here in the map are private enough that the chances of another survivor showing up to that exact location is slim. Knowing the head admin as well, Shedletsky is bound to find him somewhere private, alone and ready for a talk.
Just the thought of finally talking to Builderman without interruption from anything at all is making him jump for joy. Although for now, he has to go and actually find the head admin if he wants his plans to come into fruition.
He spawned in the outer field with Chance and Jane Doe. The gambler is already making a move to walk to the nearest generator while flipping his coin as usual. The detective on the other hand is scouting their location, careful eyes looking around to see if the killer is nearby. Once she assessed that there's none, she went straight in the same direction as the gambler. Shedletsky doesn't follow the same direction, having to put priority in finding the support in the map.
Unfortunately for him, after walking away to find any familiar blue and yellow hard cap that may be passing by, he had the great pleasure of meeting the killer first and foremost in the entire round. How wonderful, his mind sarcastically supplied.
Usually, Shedletsky would take the hit, kite the hunter for the whole match to no end because that's his role after all, but he can't do that right now. He has no choice but to lead Slasher to where Chance and Jane Doe are. A silent sorry echoed in his head when his plan worked, switching targets upon seeing a more viable victim to chase.
To say that finding the support is difficult is an understatement. For half the round, he almost couldn't find him. Shedletsky made sure to check the location of both sentry and dispenser to check if the support is there but to his disappointment, the man has already left the spot to do some generator or God knows what.
Irritation bubbles up in his chest. The number of survivors is dwindling, Dusekkar has been taken out first, sent back to the cabin already. It wouldn't be long until Jason tracks either one of them and cuts his plan to shreds. Shedletsky really needs to find Builderman before that happens. Hopefully Guest can kite that long. He's sure he will.
“Builderman,” Shedletsky greets, his face dawning the usual smile that he gives to others when talking to them, pride masking off his true intent to the other man, “funny running into you here. Been busy?” The question earned him a scoff from the other man, an obvious displeasure is plastered on his face. Shedletsky can't wait to wipe that off. He just needs to wait for the right time to strike.
“What are you doing here? I've already set up a dispenser somewhere safer so go over there if that's what you want.”
Snarky as ever with his response, Shedletsky feigns to be hurt, posing up dramatically as he leans against the doorway and slightly slides down on it.
“You hurt me; Whatever happened to the good ol’ head admin that used to run Robloxia, eh?”
That must have ticked off the support, whipping his head so fast, Shedletsky was sure it would snap without the killer's aid. A snarl tugged Builderman's plump lips down. The urge to smash his own against those is overwhelmingly high. Paired with those same lips are eyes that dig daggers into his head. It's almost reminiscent of the way 1x looks at him.
“Seriously,” Builderman clicks his tongue, his body turning to finally face Shedletsky completely, “What do ya want? If you're looking for a medkit or a generator here, there's nothing. So why don't ‘cha just go and bother someone else?” An accusatory hand from the head admin points to his chest.
There it is again, Builderman's signature haughty attitude that everyone internally groans at. The dismissal of his presence has him gnawing on his own teeth to resist. He needs to wait. He can wait. He's been doing it for days, maybe even for weeks on end, he can do it for another few minutes. A little warm-up before he strikes.
“I just wanted to talk.” He talks coolly to ease the slight tension rising by the minute, voice moderate, keeping his intentions clear. Despite that, he knows that Builderman senses something is up. The head admin’s scrutinization of his face is enough for him to notice that. It is quite odd for Shedletsky to be the one who tries to talk about things seriously or maybe Builderman has forgotten about their past already.
“About what?”
Silence falls in the room. The sound of an unfinished generator in the distance rings through both of their ears. The hollowness of the atmosphere clings to where they stood. Shedletsky allows the discomfort of his stiffness to bore down Builderman's figure. He lets it stretch for as much as he can ‘til the other breaks it.
“What are you—”
A hand was thrown without warning, knocking out the admin's hard cap off his head, letting it tumble somewhere in the room. The sudden movement causes Builderman to drop his wrench, something that Shedletsky took a quick notice of and kicked the offending item away. A struggle between the two ensues. The head admin falls back as the sentinel steps forward to establish his dominance over the other. Their arms flailed in all directions in an effort to put the other one down. Shedletsky easily wins by grabbing Builderman by the wrists, legs continuing to push forward until the head admin loses his balance and falls down on his side, giving him the opening he has longed for. Twisting the wrists together in one hand, the sentinel yanks the other’s hair, pulling it up painfully before slamming his head down. A sickening crack squeals out. Once wasn’t enough to make the head docile so Shedletsky repeated the action over and over again until he’s sure Builderman went lax underneath his hands.
Panting from adrenaline rushing through his veins, he couldn’t feel his own hands unzipping Builderman’s yellow jacket, white shirt staring right back at him. Fuck, he can’t wait to see him whole. Very briefly, he eyes the timer and who else is left in the match. Looks like Guest held up for a while but he just couldn’t last longer. Now it looks like Taph’s getting chased judging by his health bar. Good. They still have time.
He tugs the shirt up until two soft tits plop out, enticing him to come over and have a taste. It’s not like Shedletsky would deny such an offering. Leaning down on one, he wraps his lips around a nipple, teeth nibbling the tip. He made no effort to be gentle with it. Not even when he hears Builderman starting to whimper and angrily yell insults in his directions, not even when hands tried to yank his hair to pull him off his delicious meal.
Choked gasps of protests only encourage him to go further. His tongue motions in a circle to make sure every surface is wet with his mucus, leaving none to be untouched. The unoccupied tit gets cupped and fondled under his rough hand. Concupiscence makes it hard for Shedletsky to focus on anything else.
“S-stop it, goddamn it!” The head admin screamed as loud as he could, his knuckles turning white in an effort to use all of his strength to have a strong hold of Shedletsky’s hair and push him off. A pointless act that changes nothing but for the sentinel to get pissed off.
Lifting his head off the tit he’s been abusing, he comes face to face with Builderman’s bloody expression. He didn't even say anything first when he decided to grab the support by the hair again and bAM- !
“Stop,” he tugs hard, building up the tension, “being,” he cranes his head, the occiput cracking against the floor just like last time, “a fucking,” he pulls on his hair again, repeating the motion, “BRAT.” CRACK!
The final noise snapped Shedletsky out of his drunken stupor. He shakily lets go of Builderman's hair, palm and fingers all sticky with the blood that oozed off the lesions that he had created on the head admin’s scalp. Their breaths mingle in the air. He was panting while the other man had shallow intakes of breath. The sentinel narrows his eyes to check up on Builderman to make sure he didn’t accidentally just kill him.
“s-so.. soo… sorreh- sor-ih- pw.. plea… pleasck!”
That’s much better. All of his pride and ego has depleted, leaving only a bleeding crying mess who can’t stop apologizing so the pain would stop. It made a purr rumble out of his chest. “Aw, did that hurt, baby?” He mockingly coos. He attempts to brush away a tear that has flown down the head admin’s puffy cheeks but stopped when the reaction he gained was a flinch and a yelp. Oh, Builderman is scared to be held by the head now. All thanks to Shedletsky. He couldn’t be happier to know that fact.
He still forces his hand to wipe away the tears, smearing more blood on the scrunched up face. A soft smile formed on his lips, a false security that unnerves the head admin to no end and Shedletsky knows it. He knows how his ever changing attitude scares Builderman.
“You're gonna be good to me now, yeah?” He asks, pressing a kiss on the wobbling lips. The snarl is nowhere to be found. Good, his methods are working well in his favor.
When Builderman didn’t answer him immediately, Shedletsky deemed it to himself that he needed to correct that behaviour so he did what he knows will earn him a response: A slap to the face. Sure enough, he got a pained squeal from the man beneath him. He slapped him again for good measure.
“No please! Stop! I’ll be good! I’ll be good! Just stop hurting me, pleasepleaseplease!”
Poor thing, he doesn’t even attempt to crawl away from Shedletsky. He’s just shielding his face and head with his arms. He couldn’t stop wailing either. Shedletsky almost feels bad. Almost.
“Shh, baby,” He gently pry those arms off Builderman’s head, a string of no’s and please’s naturally flows out of the head admin’s lips. He’s so excited to see more of this from him, “I won’t hurt you as long as you play nice, okay?” A lie.
Builderman went completely still on the floor, still crying and shaking all over. Soft mumbles of pleas and forgiveness continue to string out of the rough lips. Shedletsky takes this state of vulnerability to completely check him out.
Bruises and handmarks had formed on Builderman’s face, his hair matted with blood and sweat, eyes puffy from crying too much, even his nose had begun bleeding from having his head slammed against the floor repeatedly. It's a beautifully painted canvas. The sight sent a strong twitch straight to his cock. He wants to ruin him further. Plus and besides, all of these injuries that Builderman has sustained will be healed once the match ends. No one will know or maybe some already do. No one will care though. He knows they won't care. Not when this is payback for all the time Builderman has been a failing leader to them.
Shedletsky decided to stand up, giving space to Builderman for what he's about to make him do next. He's getting dizzy with just the thought of it.
“Take off your pants.” He orders, watching the other stiffen further when the words settle to coherency. He loves the way those eyes look at him with disbelief.
“...no.”
He didn't hesitate to slam a foot down the soft stomach, giving him a disgruntled wheeze from Builderman. Shedletsky did warn him. He told him that he wouldn't hurt him if he played nice. Builderman wasn't playing very nice with that attitude.
“Take off your pants.” He repeats, teeth gritting against each other, his smile and outgoing attitude no longer present. He looms his head over the fallen one, making the threat of harming him again more apparent and Builderman knows those threats aren't empty.
This time, Builderman does obey his order, dry heaving all throughout the notion of getting rid of his pants, kicking his shoes in the process to take them off completely. Soon, naked thighs began to shimmer out of the dark clothing, his skin fair, lacking any harm to it. Shedletsky is sure to mark them, make Builderman know that no part of him is safe from punishment. Builderman used his hands to preserve some kind of dignity.
“That too,” Shedletsky directs his gaze at the undergarments still present. A million protests run through Builderman's head, something that doesn't go unnoticed by the sentinel at all. Shedletsky decided he's not having that so he spanks a thigh to snap him out of it, “I don't like repeating myself.”
“Please don't make me… Shedletsky, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, please forgive me. This is- this is too much— hngh!”
A sharp slam of Shedletsky’s foot struck his thigh and cut Builderman's pitiful words short. Another burst of wails forced out of the support’s throat. Addicted to the sound, Shedletsky repeats that, only stopping when the thighs he had been alternating between are left blooming in colors that are painful to touch.
“Are you going to play nice now?”
“Y-yes… please… just stop hurting me!”
Shedletsky steps away once again, giving Builderman his much needed space to undress. Now, the only clothes that Builderman has is his yellow jacket and white shirt. It'll be the only thing that he'll be wearing through this whole ordeal.
He settles his gaze on Builderman's body once again. The bruise that formed where he had stomped his foot is starting to discolor in a nice shade of violets and blue, matching the head admin's disheveled look. Those legs wouldn't stop trembling from the pain. His gaze then settled down on Builderman's limp dick. He almost laughed at the size.
“For being such a dick to everyone, you sure do have a tiny friend.” He insults, kneeling down to cup the balls, treating them like a nice pair of tits.
“W-why are you doing this to me?”
“Come on, you can't be that dense.”
He spread those legs before Builderman could refute his claim. The head admin shrieks upon his further exposure, crying yet again that Shedletsky lost count on how many times he made him cry this match. He's sure to lose more count in the upcoming days they'll be spending their time together after this one.
“Play with your tits.” Another order, another demand that Builderman can't possibly refuse.
“I… I c-can’t.. I don't kn- nononononoplease!!”
Shedletsky forms a fist, knocking it down the bruising stomach, worsening its state. The pain is immediate. It caused the head admin to choke on his own saliva and stomach acid, squirming on the floor side to side, and having a body not know what direction it should take next- if he should curl up or straighten out. He's foaming at the mouth.
“Fuck, when will you stop being a brat, huh?” Shedletsky resists the urge to strike again, using all his might to keep his hands down. He wants Builderman to gain his grounding first before striking him again. “Always refusing me, denying my orders, just to get under my skin!” He loudly berates, his voice reverberating the walls, hurting both their ears. “It’s like you factory reset every time I tell you to do something and I had to hit you to make you remember.”
Builderman can only wheeze on his side, his eyes slightly distant from this place yet Shedletsky knows that the other man can hear all the things he's saying to him.
“So let me repeat it again— the last time I'll repeat something to you —play. with. your. tits.”
Terrified of receiving yet another hit to his bruising body, Builderman scrambles to pull himself together despite every single thing about his body screams in protest against him moving so much. His arms jittered when he propped himself up to prepare for what he's about to do with himself.
His fingers are shaking and he's beyond out of his mind to focus on his surroundings, nonetheless he finally starts to play with his tits like Shedletsky asked him to. His index and thumb work in tandem to pinch his nipples, rubbing them every now and then. He even squeezed them together for good measure. The sensations are making him moan softly and twitch at the spot. His nipples are sensitive, having been never utilized before.
While Builderman is busy trying to fondle himself, Shedletsky unbuckles his belt for easier maneuvering, his cock springing out immediately when his pants give way. Bloody fingers wrapped around his length. His cock feels sticky now; Not that he would complain.
“Keep going,” He emboldened, wanting Builderman to defile himself more. The head admin at this point is too scared of receiving another physical harm that he tries his best to comply. He lets out an exasperated sigh when Builderman fails miserably at his attempts to make his ‘boob job’ enticing to watch.
He briefly stops jerking off his cock, the corner of his lips pushing downwards at the loss of stimulation. Does he have to do everything for this pathetic slut? How did this guy even end up handling Robloxia as a whole? Just infuriating all around.
“Not like that,” He clicks his tongue, making the other man jerk at the sound, “play with your areolas, rub your thumbs over them.” Builderman obeys, a high pitched gasp sucks out of his lips. The sensitivity of his nipples finally being utilized properly. “That’s it. You’re doing good. That’s a good bitch.” He goes back to stroking his length, precum coating it now, accompanying the blood that his hand had wiped on the skin.
Observing him closely, Shedletsky can see the way his chest is starting to heave with stutters, his cock slightly twitching to life. Arousal is starting to pool in the head admin’s core. A new wave of tears came pouring out when Builderman noticed how his body was responding to his defilement.
Unable to resist having his own fun with Builderman’s lecherous tits, his free hand reaches out and pulls one sensitive tip hard before letting it go and making it snap back into place. A pitiful whimper comes out of the support. He does that again but with the other nipple, making sure to tug it taut before letting it snap back into place. He continues to torture him while Builderman complies with his demands to play with his areolas.
Their little play went on for what felt like hours. Shedeltsky was sure Builderman could come with just his tits being played considering how sensitive they are. The idea of it is definitely enticing to see but that’s not what he’s after. He wants to make Builderman orgasm from something more humiliating. Something that’ll stick no matter how much he tries to scrub it off.
“Get on your hands and knees,”
And he knows exactly what will make it stick.
“...n… no.. you.. please…”
“You didn’t honestly think that was all I’m going to do to you, right?”
Builderman shakes his head, another refusal to his demand. Shedletsky just has to sigh at it. Well, you don’t teach a dog to learn a complex trick in just one day. Without saying another word, he reminds Builderman of what happens when he doesn’t play nice. A strike across the face.
Builderman’s face snapped to the side, things swirling too fast for the poor support to grasp what’s happening next, unable to defend himself from being manhandled to the correct position. Forced on his stomach, his torso lay flat against the floor while his waist were held up in the air, giving Shedletsky a perfect eye-to-hole view.
“Fuck, you quite have a nice ass.” He grunts loud enough for Builderman to hear his praise. His hands are already moving in motion to spread those cheeks and spank it lightly. This is the gentlest way he had treated Builderman the whole match.
He reached over to paint his fingers with Builderman’s blood, using it as the primary lube for preparation. He slides those same fingers up and down the head admin’s crack, making sure the rim is properly coated, and since Shedletsky is feeling generous, he decided to spit on the quivering hole for good measure. The contrast of temperature between the blood and his spit sobered Builderman real quick, reminding him once more of what's about to happen to him.
The protests started flowing again.
“Th- Shedletsky! I’m sorry- please- I’m sorry- I promise I- I’ll be nicer to y-you- to everyone!”
And isn’t that lovely to hear? The promise of finally being nice to people after days of being nothing but a pain to everyone’s back. Shedletsky almost took the apology and stopped. Too bad his cock really needs it. Besides, this is just to make sure Builderman really does keep his promise.
He slips his cock inside, stretching that hole more than it could handle, letting the muscle strain around his girth. He really didn’t give the man the benefit of time to adjust, pushing his whole length until his pelvis is plush against those fat plumps of meat.
“I-it burns!”
Shedletsky would bet that it does. He made no effort to prep him and his length is only aided by blood and precum. In all honesty, his cock is also on hot shit. Builderman is just squeezing him too tight. His cock might just snap,
“Shit, loosen up, you filthy slut.” Shedletsky hissed, delivering a particularly hard spank, printing a gnarly hand mark on the surface of Builderman’s ass. It had the other man squealing like a pig.
The spank also made Builderman’s hole convulse around his length, giving slight waves of pleasure to be delivered to his core.
“I'm.. ngh! I'm tryi— inngh!”
It was easier said than done. He can tell that Builderman is having trouble trying to make his asshole relax, sobbing softly to himself as he willed his body to follow his mind for once. His body couldn’t stop trembling. It’s like Shedletsky is holding out a goddam vibrator set on max. He internally snorts at his misplaced humour.
Time ticked slowed while waiting for Builderman to make his body relax. Shedletsky swears he’s losing his mind right then and there before finally- fucking finally -feeling the walls loosen slightly around his length. He wasted no time upon sensing it and began to pull his hips back, allowing his cock slip until only the tip remained. He wants Builderman to think he’s giving him mercy by changing his mind of hurting him. He slams back inside, truly tearing Builderman this time.
Shedletsky began to pound into his own in earnest, eager to fill him up and chase the high he had been building up to this moment. His speed isn’t that fast but his thrusts were hard and harsh enough that it actively knocked Builderman forward. If it weren’t for him holding him in place, Builderman surely would’ve slid across the floor.
The sound of his grunts and the support’s soft sobs filled the space of where they both stayed. Shedletsky is in complete ecstasy while Builderman fights through the excruciating pain that his whole body has been forced to endure. Not even the tiny sparks of pleasure that his prostate receives is enough to dwindle out the pain. It’s a type of pain like no other. It’s completely different from the typical violent slash of killers. This one sticks.
Shedletsky was becoming more desperate by the minute. His nails were starting to dig into the flesh of Builderman’s waist, leaving lines that oozed red, marring his skin further, being marked by the sentinel who continued to rock their bodies in sync. Builderman’s own fingers were bloody, nails scraped the floor in an effort to ground himself and perhaps, maybe even pull himself away from the pain. The support is going in and out of consciousness with each knock.
“Tell me you’re sorry,” Shedletsky groaned. His thrusts never once stopped to give the head admin the reprieve that he deserves. His cock was really ramming every inch inside of Builderman’s guts. His balls even knocked over Builderman’s taint, “Promise me and to our teammates that you’ll stop being a brat.”
“S-sorry- So’eh! Nghngm! S- ssoorryy! I’m sorry,” He hitched between cries, his face a mess of mucus, tears, and snot, “I- I’ll be good to y-you and hicngh- everyone..! Ah!”
The words were music to his ear. It’s what everyone wanted to hear. Well, not exactly in the same wording like his but it’s the repentance of Builderman’s attitude that is what they all longed for. Shedletsky had to kiss him for a reward. “Such a good whore.”
He continues to pound his cock inside the tight heat, enjoying the pulsating walls trying to coax him to cum. It didn’t take much convincing for him to ram his cock all the way to the hilt, plugging the hole to avoid spillage. He dumps his seed without another thought.
They stayed stuck together for a couple of seconds, Shedletsky only pulling out when he noticed the timer. It’s almost ending and it looks like Elliot and Jane are working together after Chance’s gun blew up in his face mid kite.
The sentinel tucks himself back, not even bothering to wipe himself clean or make an effort to get rid of the moisture that coated his cock. They end up clean once the match ends anyway.
“I'll see you in a bit, Builds.”
He huffs with a daunting smile, staring down at the motionless body on the floor. Builderman's hips have collapsed to the side without his support. Typical.
The survivors won.
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Everyone that managed to survive til the end of the match has teleported back into the main cabin. Any injuries they have obtained during the round have faded like they have grown to know. Some of the other survivors who have died or merely spectated approached them.
Builderman stood there, motionless and quiet, arms wrapped around himself to cope with what just happened to him. The evidence of his rape has faded but the memory of it stayed.
Nobody dares to approach him. They don't even dare to ask him if he's fine. No one yelled at Shedletsky for what he had done to him.
To add insult to the wound, Dusekkar went past him to talk to Shedletsky. Never once mentioning what had occurred between the two. They continued to talk like usual. It made Builderman want to move forward and wretch out the contents of his guts.
There's no way they didn't know, right? They must have been spectating when it happened. Someone must have seen it or was the focus on the survivors that were kiting against the killer? It hurts his brain to think about the fact that no one is paying attention to him to ask him if he's okay. No, no... Why is no one concerned? Why is no one coming forward to confront Shedletsky? Someone surely must have seen it. It's impossible that no one has been spectating when it happened.
It's getting harder to breathe, his vision is tunneling down on him. The ghostly throb ringing on his head continues to haunt him. It's even worse when no one, literally no one, not even Dusekkar who he had known as long as Shedletsky, comes to him and asks him if he's alright. He's going to--
A hand is placed over his left shoulder. He doesn't need to turn his head to know who it is. He doesn't need to glance on the face leaning down to whisper in his ears to know who it is. He knows who it is.
"Play nice."