Overwhelmed (The Eros Initiative - Chapter 18) by Baldwolf

Chris Redfield's muffled moans were growing quieter with each ensuing orgasm. The undead twins had bred and fed off of him for nearly two hours while he lay trapped underneath the hotel mattress; never giving the hero the slightest chance to break free. As soon as one was done sucking out a new load of his cum and the other finished pumping a warm batch of spunk up his ass, they would swap positions; keeping Chris pinned under them. He was dangerously close to dehydration and was about to forfeit another batch of his precious seed to Romulust just as Reamus finished filling him up with more of its thick spunk, when the pair did something new.

Romulust simply stroked Chris' cock hard and fast, allowing the hero's spunk to spew all over his abs and thighs. That was immediately followed by the sensation of the two large EZ tongues licking him clean. He hoped that maybe the twins were full and needed to rest like some of his previous attackers, but they were too amped up to stop. Reamus grabbed Chris by his ankles and yanked him clear of the mattress, and then clutching him by the throat and cock, the monster hoisted him into the air and flung him into the wall. Romulust quickly grabbed him by the back of the head, tossing him across the room and over the box spring.

Chris landed face down on the cheap carpet, but before he could get up, Reamus was driving its elbow into his lower back. "EEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!" he cried out from the mind-numbing pain. As if he didn't have enough to deal with just trying to survive their insatiable hunger, the hero now had to withstand the physical beating from the demented duo. He was like a seal being tossed around by two killer whales before they devoured their prey.

Romulust rushed over and flipped Chris through the air, sending him crashing back-first into the wall where he landed upside-down; the back of his head and shoulders pressed against the floor. With his ass now presented like a gift to the beasts, Reamus moved in to accept; stuffing its huge prick down the puffy red chute as it stood over the conquered prey. Chris expected Romulust to start sucking on his exposed cock, but the creature crawled over, lay on top of his face and began to fuck his mouth. The awkward angle made the assault that much more painful, but at least he was about to consume some fluids; fluids necessary to stave off dehydration...at least for the moment. _____

Back at N-Velop Industries, Mace was enduring the non-stop gang-rape by a dozen Beta EZs, but because his semen was no longer palatable to the creatures, they simply fucked his ass and mouth repeatedly out of instinct. The surge in tainted spunk was fueling his mutation and he was about to begin the final stage. Buried under the mass of undead flesh, the burly mercenary's ass was stuffed full with three massive dicks while two more raided his throat. Load after load poured into his body and his nuts and nipples swelled with their juices, but they weren't meant for these undead molesters.

The muscle-bound mercenary could feel his humanity slipping away. It was as if he were falling into a deep, dark pit with no way out. With every additional load shot into his body, Mace felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into oblivion. The EZs never relented in their attempt to garner an acceptable meal from their prey, but his body refused. After hours of intense breeding, Nigel Baptiste and the scientists were about to witness something astonishing. _____

In the motel room, Chris was once again being manhandled by the pair of massive Beta EZs; now being slammed down onto the armrest of the loveseat in his room. With his ass situated on the armrest while his head rested on the seat cushions, Romulust took a hold of his hips and began to rail his hole anew. Reamus laid on top of him in the 69 position forcing its cock down his throat while it fed off his leaking, throbbing member; holding the hero's hands firmly behind his back. Chris' continued persecution was taking its toll on not only him but on all the members watching the attack via the website; Zombifight.

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As the minutes ticked by, the latest offering from the website achieved an incredible record. Chris had outlasted everyone's bet on how long he would survive. Milton, the motel owner and website creator, quickly paused the live-stream viewing and issued a new message: "Well, Rodfield has proven a resilient contestant and has outlasted everyone's estimation. To continue watching this unprecedented battle, place your new bets now." Within minutes, hundreds of thousands of additional dollars flooded the offshore account and the gamblers once again watched with bated breath to see if they would be the big winner.

After abusing him on the couch, Reamus picked Chris up by his waist, hoisted him over its head and then spun him around before slamming him back onto the floor. Romulust then grabbed Chris by his ankles and flung him across the room where a waiting Reamus double-punched the cart-wheeling hero square in the chest while in mid air. Chris folded over the two fists like a wet noodle before hitting the carpet hard. As he lay there moaning in agony, the EZs moved in to rape the hero once more. _____

Albert Wesker couldn't decide which part was more exhilarating; watching Chris getting savagely raped or being brutally beaten by the monstrous pair. He had just finished stroking a third load from his 12" cock when he ordered one of his men to escort Billy Coen to his office. He had grown tired of pleasuring himself and was ready to abuse Billy's throat for the remainder of the fight. When the captive entered the room, Wesker ordered Billy to his knees and cruelly stuffed every inch passed his lips. "I hope you're hungry Billy," Wesker teased as he grabbed the back of his head and began to work his thick shaft in and out of the gagging throat while sounds of Chris' continued abuse resonated in the background. _____

Chris found himself once again on his back as the pair of beasts began another session of molestation. Reamus knelt at his ass; forcing the hero's knees to his chest as it plowed its huge cock into his agonizing hole. Romulust straddled Chris' face, took a hold of his ankles as it slid it fat prick deep into the hero's mouth before face-fucking him with incredible intensity. Reamus held onto Chris' wrists as it jack-hammered his ass; the sounds of flesh slamming into flesh echoed in the room. Being basically folded in half, Chris was again completely pinned and helpless to stop the undead wrestlers from using and abusing his body as they saw fit. Load after load flowed into him and he could feel his nuts and nipples swell with new nourishment for his attackers.

Having swallowed down a few hefty loads of demon seed, Chris was feeling a little more energetic, but before he could try to launch a counter-attack, Romulust picked him up and threw him face-first against the door. As he struggled to his feet, Reamus moved in behind him and put Chris in a full- nelson as it rammed it huge prick up his ass. With his feet dangling off the ground, Romulust stepped up in front of him and double-stuffed his ass. "AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!" screamed Chris; his puckered ring being stretched tight. His apparent pain seemed to thrill his attackers and they sadistically fucked him in the standing position. _____

Back in the lab, Mr. Baptiste and his scientists watched in awe as Mace's impressive physique swelled with new muscle mass. The external manifestation of his mutation caused his muscles to increase in size by nearly double while his cock grew to 18" long and 5" thick. But it was his nutsack that amazed everyone. It looked like he was lugging around two bowling balls in his sack, and the pair kept twitching as if it contained a couple of restless snakes.

Once the physical transformation was complete, the monstrous Mace began to toss the Beta EZs off of him with tremendous ease. And then one by one, the former mercenary brutally attacked each zombie. "Dear Gawd! Look at him go! He's decimating the entire pack like child's play," Mr. Baptiste muttered; his cock rock hard now. "You! Get over here and kneel in front of me," he ordered one of the lab techs while he fished out his 9" long, curved shaft. "Don't stop sucking or I'll feed you to that

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new monster in there!" he hissed as he turned his attention back to Mace; slowly humping his employee's face while he watched the tantrum continue. "Um...sir, he's not killing the zombies. He's only immobilizing them," one of the scientists pointed out nervously. "What?!? Why the hell not? What is that big, beautiful beast up to?" Mr. Baptiste asked, slightly annoyed by the lack of total carnage. "Jeezus! Now he's just squatting on one of the zombie dicks and riding it like a bitch in heat!" "Maybe the mutation process still requires more of their semen to finalize the transformation," another scientist deduced. "Well I want to see what he does with a healthy guy, so send one in there," Mr. Baptiste ordered, now grinding his hips hard against the lab tech's face. "One problem, sir. We currently don't have any healthy test subjects...but we can send out one of our teams to retrieve someone," another lab tech explained. "I'm not interested in waiting. Where's that idiot intern that spilled coffee on me last week?" Mr. Baptiste inquired. "Do you mean Laukner, sir? He's busy cleaning up one of the other labs." "Perfect. Direct him to clean up this lab. BUT don't tell him it's currently occupied. I want to see how my new pet deals with intruders," Mr. Baptiste ordered, moments before gracing his employee with a mouthful of his seed. _____

Back in the motel room, Chris' legs flopped around as his hole was bombarded by the lengthy, meaty missiles. His arms were still held above his head, keeping him defenseless as Romulust leaned in to tongue-fuck his throat. The toxic saliva immediately began to cloud his thoughts, weakening his resolve to fight back. When a couple of more loads filled his bowels, Reamus released his arms only so that it could fondle his body. When it roughly squeezed his swollen pecs, Chris' special man-juice squirted from his tender nipples. The scent of the new fluid excited the zombies and Romulust quickly latched on to one of the pecs.

Freed from the tainted kiss, Chris was starting to think clearly again and noticed the hard-wired clothing iron sitting in its wall-mounted rack. With Romulust suckling his nipples and Reamus focused on feeling up every inch of his body, the hero stealthfully worked his hand closer and closer to the iron. His fingers barely touched the handle when he cried out in an unexpected orgasm. The combination of Romulust's mouth on his pecs, Reamus' skillful handjob and the dastardly double- fucking caused Chris to succumb to the erotic torment, and he coated his abs in more of his pearly spunk.

Thankfully Romulust was too engrossed with his delectable chest that it let his seed drip down his body. Recovered from his orgasm, Chris once again made his move towards the iron and succeeded in grabbing it. Without a second thought, the hero raised the make-shift weapon in the air and drove the pointed end down into Romulust's skull; splitting it wide open. As the beta EZ died, it unleashed a tidal wave of cum that doused Chris' guts before its huge dick slid from his ass when the beast hit the floor.

Reamus sensed its twin's 'death' and became enraged. It lifted Chris in to the air and slammed him face-down onto the carpet causing him to lose his grip on the iron. Reamus quickly rolled the stunned hero onto his back, wrapped its undead hands around his neck and began to choke him while it power- fucked his ass mercilessly. Chris tried in vain to knock its hands away but the creature was too strong. Luckily for him, Reamus was still hungry and wasn't ready to kill off its meal just yet. _____

At N-Velop Industries, Shane Laukner was headed for another lab to clean up. "Make one mistake. Spill a little bit of coffee on the boss and get sentenced to janitorial duty for the rest of my career," he mumbled as the door slid open. "Fuckin' A," he groaned sarcastically. "What kind of experiment were they running in this lab?!?"

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But before he could decide what to clean up first, the young college graduate heard a terrifying growl coming from behind him. He spun around with the mop in hand, but Mace easily knocked it out of his grasp and then grabbed the young man by his head. "HELP!!! Oh GAAAAAWWWWD, someone pleeeeeease HELP!!!" screamed Laukner as his clothes were torn from his body and his hot young prick swelled to its thick 7". But no one came to his rescue. Mr. Baptiste and the team of scientists just looked on with perverse curiosity as to what would become of the intern.

Mace clamped down on the rigid prick and sucked with unnatural force. Laukner began cumming almost immediately...and continually into the ravenous mouth. Besides excreting a potent pheromone, Mace's saliva enhanced the sexual stimulation of his prey. The intern cried for mercy until he had no more strength to make a sound, but the beast didn't kill him. Mace stopped just short of draining him completely because he had other plans for the young man.

Taking the limp body into his gargantuan arms, Mace held the young man above his colossal cock before slowly lowering him down onto the mammoth member. The searing pain of that gigantic cockhead trying to force its way inside of him, snapped Laukner out of his stupor and he started screaming at the top of his lungs once again. But Mace would not be denied. With one final powerful thrust, the muscle-bound monster plowed nearly half of its girth into his prey, and then he started to fuck him wildly.

Forcing the intern against the cold, steel exam table, Mace railed the firm, young ass with reckless abandon. He claimed ownership of the hole and made it his own. 'Oh GAWD!!! This is so fucking hot!!" Mr. Baptiste gasped. "You! Get over here are rim my asshole. Don't stop until I say so...or else!" he said to one of his scientists. When the man was in position, Nigel Baptiste let his pants drop to the floor, exposing his surprisingly plump, round bubble butt. The CEO was always in expensive suits that covered his body, but that didn't mean the 5'-7" tall megalomaniac didn't take care of his body. He let out a soft moan of approval before refocusing on the entertainment below as Laukner let out another gut-wrenching cry for help...because Mace had begun to cum in his ruined hole. "What the fuck is that moving through his cock?!? What is he implanting in Laukner?" one of the scientists gasped. _____

Things weren't going any better for Chris back in the motel room. Just as Romulust had done earlier, Reamus leaned down and forced its tongue into Chris' throat while it continued to brutally fuck his hole. Soon the hero was lost in a haze; complacent to his attacker's whims. The EZ eventually moved down and swallowed up Chris' shaft and drained him of several loads, but before he could regain a clear head, the beast moved back into position with its tongue down his throat and its cock stuffed back up his ass.

Chris was too weak to break free of this incessant cycle and it looked as if one of the gamblers would be the big winner that night, but the hero's luck hadn't run out just yet. When the iron was knocked from his hand, Chris had inadvertently switched it on but it was lying on its side so the heating element wasn't in contact with anything. Chris saw the little red light illuminated on the iron and realized what that meant, but it was out of his reach. While Reamus was busy sucking his nipples dry, he looked around the room for anything he could use to snag the iron, but there were only small pieces of debris strewn around him.

Chris had to endure several more sessions of Reamus' viciousness before he came up with a new plan. Instead of grabbing the iron, he need only knock it over and cause a fire, and hopefully use the distraction to escape the zombie's clutches. It seemed a simple enough plan, but because he was nearing exhaustion again, his aim was way off and every chuck of debris he threw at the appliance missed badly. And to make matters worse, Reamus was moving in to fill his gullet with more of its toxic saliva.

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As the Beta EZ ramped up another vicious anal assault, Chris was drifting into catatonia thanks to the tainted spit. Haphazardly, the hero tossed pieces of broken furniture at the iron while the beast railed his hole. He was slipping deeper and deeper into the sexual stupor when he bounced a broken section of the nightstand leg into the appliance and it fell flat onto the carpet. His success went unnoticed by both him and Reamus and he drifted into a deep funk allowing the beast to fuck him like a piece of meat. When the EZ finished pumping in its final slimy batch of spunk, it pulled out and prepared to drain its prey of his last few loads of cum. But just as it devoured his cock, the iron's heating element had heated the cheap carpet to its combustion point, quickly sending flames racing in all directions. The smoke filled the air and caused the zombie to panic, leaving Chris lying helplessly on the floor. It began to punch and claw at the panel to its tunnel, which Milton immediately opened. Chris came to just as the panel slid closed; trapping him in the inferno. _____

At N-Velop Industries, the young intern was screaming violently as loads of thick, hot cum doused his guts, but that wasn't the only thing being pumped into Laukner. Mr. Baptiste and his team watched in stunned silence as something thick and long snaked its way through Mace's cock towards the man's hole; an obvious bulge within the dick highlighting its procession. When it got to the outer ring, the unseen intruder pushed and wiggled against the taut barrier but eventually wormed its way inside and prepared to take up residence in its new home.

Shane Laukner let out a final blood-curdling cry and then seemed to slip into a hypnotic state. What the observers didn't see was that the 8" parasitic spermatophore had burrowed through his body to his nutsack where the head of the parasite latched onto his testicles; pumping them full of its mutated enzymes. The tail of the spermatophore snaked upwards and plugged itself into the base of Laukner's spine. It then fed off of the cum Mace pumped into the victim to grow even longer, until the tail reached the base of the intern's skull. With the symbiotic relationship established, the parasite took control of the young man's body; fully intent on serving its sire.

Effectively nothing more than a drone now, Laukner rolled off the table and walked over to one of the immobilized EZs, straddled the huge, undead dick and lowered himself on it. Without a sound, the intern rode the shaft hard and fast until the creature pumped him full of its seed. The drone then moved to another zombie and performed the same act; his nuts steadily swelling with a new batch of cum. After taking a fifth load up his ass, Laukner's body started to mutate as well. His muscles swelled, his cock grew longer and his balls easily tripled in size, but the transformation wasn't as pronounced as Mace's. By the seventh load, the intern's task was complete and so was his transformation.

With his body now appearing as if he added thirty pounds of muscle along with sporting a 12" long prick, Laukner simply walked up to his master and allowed Mace to drain his nuts. Once he was done being sucked off, the drone repeated the process all over again, but that time with slightly different results. Instead of growing more muscular, the parasite in his body used the demon seed to begin to replicate itself within Laukner for the sole purpose of creating additional drones for his master.

Seeing all the mind-boggling changes occurring in front of them, Mr. Baptiste ordered a few of his security team to storm the lab and capture Laukner. "As soon as we have him, I want you to start running tests on him. Learn everything you can while he's still 'alive' and then dissect his body and find out what was implanted inside of him. And then send another intern into the lab. I want to watch this process all over again," Mr. Baptiste ordered before motioning his ass-rimming scientist to stand up and begin fucking him from behind. The rumors about the boss being a rabid bottom had just been confirmed as he moaned loudly with lust when his employee plunged his throbbing prick deep into his boss' butt. _____

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With the motel room quickly filling with smoke, Chris slowly crawled towards the door and found that it was locked...from the outside. He then moved to the window and tried to break the glass only to find it was a thick tempered panel. He then remembered that Austin insisted that he take his old 9mm just as a precaution. The hero grabbed his duffle bag and dug through it, pushing an unhappy Boca to one side, and retrieved the weapon. Silently thanking Austin for the gun, Chris opened fire on the window. _____ "NOOOOO!!!" Wesker yelled as he watched the video monitor; slamming his rock-hard dick balls- deep into a bent-over Billy. "How many times will his fuckin' luck save him?!?! Damn you, C-C- CHRISSSSSS!!!" he shouted as he pumped a frustrated load into his captive's ass. _____

Milton watched in scared silence as Chris pulled the trigger, but then suddenly all of the cameras went dead from the heat of the flames, leaving the motel owner to wonder if his prisoner could escape. He didn't have to wonder long because he saw Chris dive out of the window opening and make his way towards the office. With no where to run, the obese pervert quickly waddled into the next room and waited. Chris kicked in the door and yelled, "Where are you, you sick fuck? I'm going to make you pay for locking me in with those zombies!!!" As he moved around the front desk, Chris listened for any sound that would give away his enemy's location. He heard the creaking of a door in the back room and moved to apprehend his captor, but when he turned the corner, the exhausted hero was met by the powerful shock of a cattle prod.

Chris stumbled backwards and fell against the front desk; muscle spasms from the electrocution causing him to drop the gun in the process. Milton quickly picked up the weapon and aimed it at the still-quivering hero. "You killed one of my pets, asshole! I should shoot you in the head right now...but...but you just made me a buttload of cash tonight." "What the fuck are you talking about?" Chris asked, completely confused. "Turn around and look at my monitor, dumbass. See all those comments? Those are from thousands of members of my website that gamble on zombie fights. Your whole ordeal was streaming live all around the world, pal. Those members just lost a ton of money because you outlasted the zombies and none of them picked you to win. That means the 'house' wins...so thank you. But I can't simply let you leave now. So instead, I think I'm going to lock you up and set up a rematch between you and Reamus. I'm positive my members would gamble big bucks on that fight. What do you think, big guy?" Milton replied. "There's no way I'm fighting for you in one of your sick freak shows!" Chris growled. "It's either that or I kill you right here, right now," the motel owner answered coldly.

Chris knew he wasn't at the top of his game, and even though his adversary was a fat bastard, he wasn't sure he could move fast enough to disarm the lard-ass. So instead, he opted to feign acceptance of the offer and wait for his moment to strike. Unfortunately, that opportunity wouldn't come soon enough for his liking because the motel owner decided to give himself a small bonus for that night's windfall. With the gun aimed at Chris' forehead, Milton ordered the naked hero to turn around and bend over the desk. Doing as he was told, Chris braced himself for what was to be one of his most degrading encounters yet.

Milton unzipped his pants and pulled out his chubby cock and pressed it against Chris' brutalized hole. The heavy man's prick was slightly over 5" long but it was nearly 3" thick, and when he forced it passed the muscular butt-cheeks, Chris winced in pain from being stretched open once again. With the barrel of the gun resting on the base of his skull, the hero started grunting loudly as the obese psychopath started slamming his considerable weight into Chris' body; the fat rolls jiggling on his back. Chris could hear Milton start whimpering with pleasure as he neared his orgasm and the hero worried that the pervert would accidentally pull the trigger while convulsing in ecstasy. Milton's thrusts became more sporadic, and soon the big man dropped most of his weight on Chris' back as he

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ground his dick as deep as he could into the hero's hole seconds before shooting his cum into the violated ass.

He lay on Chris' back for several minutes, catching his breath before ordering his captive towards the back room. As Chris slowly pushed up from the desk, he watched Milton closely. When the rotund recluse took his eyes off Chris to scout out a place to lock him up, the hero lunged at the gun. He knocked the 9mm out of Milton's hand and landed multiple punches to the huge gut. The motel owner staggered back several steps before turning around to run away. Chris easily caught the man as he tried to escape through another room and landed a powerful sidekick to Milton's back, which sent him crashing to the floor. The floorboards underneath the obese psycho began to crack, and Milton started screaming for help.

What Chris didn't realize was that his captor had landed on the access hatch to underground tunnel where the EZs were kept. Before Chris could reach out to Milton, the motel owner fell through the panel and dropped twenty feet to the dirt floor below. He let out a blood-curdling scream as he hit because the impact caused him to suffer compound fractures to his left leg and both arms. As he lay there in incredible pain, Chris heard the growl of the angry EZ echo through the tunnel. Moments later, Milton was attacked by Reamus, and the zombie made short work of the injured fat-ass, easily causing him to suffer a fatal heart attack right before Chris' eyes.

Reamus then retreated back into its tunnel before Chris could retrieve the gun and shoot the beast. So with nothing left to do, he picked up his duffle bag and headed for his car; the sleazy motel fully engulfed in flames. Chris drove for an hour before he found a place to rest. He locked the doors, crawled into the back seat and fell asleep almost immediately. As he drifted off, he hoped that no one or nothing else would disturb him for the rest of the evening. _____

N-Velop Industries' security team was prepped and ready to capture the drone formally known and Shane Laukner. The three-man task force burst through the door with tranquilizer guns at the ready, but when they aimed and fired their weapons, the men were astonished at how fast both Mace and Laukner moved. Dodging every dart, the two mutated individuals seemed to move in perfect harmony, as if Mace was directing his drone's every move, and they quickly overtook the new intruders. Mace impaled one of the men on his rigid pole while sucking the cum out of the second agent, and his drone tackled the third one to the floor before stripping him naked and raping his ass.

Mr. Baptiste was blinded with lust and began to twist and pull on his nipples while thrusting his hips back and forth; pushing his dick balls-deep down the lab tech's throat and bottoming out on his scientist's cock. He was overwhelmed at the sight of his dream being born. All he could think about was using Mace to create an army of mutated soldiers and then finding a way to take control of Mace to then control the potentially unstoppable army. As he watched the pair infect the three other men, and then watched as those new drones impaled themselves on zombie cocks to feed their master, Nigel Baptiste was brought to the most explosive orgasm of his entire life. Seconds later as he pushed the two employees away and pulled up his pants, he restated his previous order but called for a larger contingent of men. He still wanted to run extensive experiments on at least one of the drones before unleashing Mace onto some new victims. _____

Chris woke up the next morning feeling incredibly sore with numerous cuts and contusions all over his body. After taking a few minutes to stretch his battered limbs, the hero climbed back inside the car and headed for Linc's place. While he was looking forward to seeing the mercenary and checking up on his recovery, Chris dreaded the news he would have to deliver. Being that he had come that far, he realized that he simply needed to get it over with, so he drove off down the road, rehearsing what he would say when the time came. _____

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About that same time back in Rio de Janeiro, Colonel Austin Shepard was entering the command center to receive urgent orders. "We just received word that the cargo plane carrying several tons of drugs had to make an unexpected landing for additional fuel. Their hefty delay has given us a window of opportunity to stop that aircraft from delivering the drugs to the States. Here are the coordinates where the plane is set to depart. Your orders are to locate it and either convince them to return to this base or shoot it out of the sky. One way or another, those drugs must not make it to the States," the base commander ordered. "Yes, sir. I understand completely," the colonel responded before racing out of the room towards his F-15 jet.

A few minutes later and he was in the air. Twenty minutes after that and his aircraft's radar had picked up the cargo plane's location. Once he was within striking distance, Colonel Shepard initiated contact. "Unidentified cargo plane. By order of the Air Force and Brazilian government, you are to turn your aircraft around to be escorted to the military base. If you refuse, I have been given clearance to shoot you down. Do you copy?" With no response, the colonel issued his order a second time. When he still didn't get a response, Colonel Shepard fired a warning shot over the cockpit and issued his order once again. That time, a terrified pilot started screaming over the airwaves, but it wasn't because of the warning shot. "MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Madre de Dios! Save me!! There is a demon on board the plane!!! It has eaten everyone!! Please dear lord save me!!!" he cried out in sheer panic. "Turn your aircraft around! Turn around NOW!!!" the colonel shouted, not believing the pilot. "MAYDAY!! MAYDAY!! I'm not lying! Please help m...Nooooo gooooo back! I willlllll have my revenge on Chrisssssss! I make him suffffffer before he die! Noooooo gooooooo back!!" the Burke- blob hissed over the radio as he absorbed the pilot. Austin Shepard flashed back to Chris' description of a gelatinous monster that merged with the psychotic leader of the mercenaries, and he even recalled Chris mimicking how the creature talked. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at the thought of the creature finding its way back to his lover.

"Not on my watch!" he mumbled before issuing one final order for the aircraft to turn back. When the cargo plane continued on its original course, the colonel calmly stated, "FOX 2," before firing the heat-seeking missile at the plane. It was a direct hit. And as the fiery wreckage plummeted towards the sea below, Colonel Austin Shepard couldn't help but smile knowing he had possibly saved his man from a vicious monster.

While the flames caused it great pain, it wasn't enough to kill the monstrosity, but when the plane crashed into the ocean, the Burke-blob immediately began to dissolve in the salt water. It flailed helplessly as the wreckage sank into the depths until there was nothing left of the gelatinous beast. Its final thoughts were of the man it had blamed for its existence, and the despair of knowing it would never get its revenge. But with one enemy annihilated, Fate was about to balance the scales once again. _____

Back in the States, Chris' main nemesis was making arrangements to impede the arrival of a new ally for the hero. Wesker ordered Jack Krauser to his office and gave the big man his new assignment. "It seems that your old partner, Leon Kennedy, is looking to team up with Chris to help eliminate my Eros virus. This can not be allowed to happen," he said coldly. "Great! I've been waiting for the chance to kill that blond pipsqueak," Krauser replied enthusiastically. "No! You are not to kill him. I have plans for Mr. Kennedy, but it is not the time to implement them. You are simply to find a way to delay his arrival...for several months. Imprison him. Put him in a coma. I don't care, but you mustn't kill him. If you do, I will rip your spine from your body. Are we clear?" Wesker responded.

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"Yep. I got it. I get to have some fun with him before I put him on ice...temporarily of course. This should be a blast," Krauser said as he got up and left the room. _____

When Chris knocked on Linc's door, he immediately became aware that he had not had the opportunity to shower since his attack in the motel room. Before he could turn to leave, the door swung open followed by an enthusiastic response, "OH MY GAWD!! Chris!! I can't believe you're alive!" Linc lunged at the hero and gave him a big hug, causing Chris to wince in pain from the multiple bruises that covered his body. After being invited inside, he questioned Linc as to why he thought he was dead.

"Dane said they searched for you after the explosion but never found any other survivors," Linc explained. "Wait. Dane's alive? What about Knox?" Chris asked, a hopeful smile growing on his face. "Yep, he's alive. And they found Mace too, but it seems the big guy's ordeal has taken a serious toll on him. The docs at N-Velop Industries are checking him out now," Linc explained. "But what about Burke? Did he make it out of the jungle with you?" "Ahhh...no. I'm sorry, he didn't. He went a little crazy in the jungle. He was the one that blew up the lab while we were all still trapped inside it. The explosion somehow caused him to merge with a gelatinous monster hiding in the lab, and later when he tried to kill me in the jungle, he was swept into the river and disappeared down stream. If he...it is even still alive, the man you knew as Garrison Burke no longer exist," Chris responded. "Wow. Suddenly I've very happy about breaking my leg during the first mission," Linc responded. "And not to sound ungrateful to see you alive and well, Chris, but damn man, you stink!"

Both men started laughing hard until Chris explained what had happened to him at the motel. "Oh shit, dude! You can't catch a break, can ya? You're welcome to use my shower and clean up...actually I insist," Linc offered with a slight chuckle. Once Chris washed the dried spunk and spit from his body, the two men sat down and shared a few beers while Chris gave him the full play-by-play of his Brazilian adventure.

"So it seems like every one got to have some fun with you but me," Linc said later, with a quick wink. "Yeah, I just realized that. Doesn't seem fair, does it?" Chris answered with a pervy grin. "You sure you're up for it after your encounter last night?" the merc asked. "One thing I've learned is that you don't pass on opportunities for fun or happiness...even if they're only temporary ones. Besides you're the one with a cast on your leg. Will that hinder the action?" Chris inquired. "Nah. I fucked the doc right after he put it on me. Caught him ogling my crotch, so I gave him what he wanted. So I'm good to go," Linc answered as he drained the last few drops of his beer. "Good to hear. I've wanted to tap that fuzzy bubble butt of yours the moment I saw it those dive shorts," the hero said as he helped Linc to his feet.

When they reached the bedroom and started to strip out of their clothes, Linc was shocked by how bruised Chris' body was. "Jeezus, man! They must have used you like a punching bag," he said with a serious note of concern. "Something like that...but I survived to fight another day," Chris said with a somewhat dismissive attitude. "Come here and lay back on the bed. Let me see if I can do anything to ease your pain," the merc said, pulling Chris onto his mattress.

As Chris rested his head on the pillow, Linc began to tenderly kiss and caress each and every bruise and cut he found. The gentle touch of the rugged cowboy's lips on his battered body caused Chris' cock to swell to full rigidity, and soft moans drifted from his mouth. Linc delicately stroked the hero's heft until he couldn't resist any longer, and then he swallowed it whole. Chris gasped with

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utter delight by the masterful manipulation of his member and held onto the merc's head to make sure he wouldn't stop any time soon.

Linc worked his tongue and lips up and down the thick pole with precision and focus; making sure to deliver maximum pleasure to his pal, but he wasn't ready to taste the sweet cream just yet. The merc pulled away and slowly kissed Chris' torso as he worked his way up to the handsome face. "You said you wanted my ass. I think it's time for you to take what you want," he said with a look of perverse need in his eyes. Linc rolled onto his back and spread his legs wide; giving Chris an open invitation. The hero immediately lay on top of the merc and kissed him passionately while Linc took a hold of Chris' throbbing cock and aimed it at his hole. With steady pressure, the hero filled the firm, hairy ass with his girth that elicited a low groan of pleasure from the merc.

With a concern for Linc's broken leg in the back of his mind, Chris opted for a more sensual fuck; working his aching prick in and out of the willing ass with slow, rhythmic thrusts. Linc was able to feel every inch slide past his tight fleshy ring, and each time the bulbous cockhead brushed by his sensitive prostate, the rugged merc trembled in ecstasy. The slower pace allowed for a longer, more passionate encounter that both men reveled in, but eventually the velvety chute conquered the meaty intruder and forced it to forfeit its precious seed. After several intense thrusts, Chris had pumped his full load into Linc's hungry bowels, and he was ready to experience the cowboy's own thick ten- incher.

Chris got on his back and pulled his knees to his chest. Linc then, while lying on his side, positioned himself perpendicular to the muscular butt; having found a position that accommodated his full-leg cast. Once the thick shaft had plunged into his ass, Chris expected a similarly tender fuck, especially since Linc was hindered by the broken leg. But the horny, hairy merc hugged one of Chris' legs to his chest and let loose with an impressively intense ass-slamming that had the hero howling with desire. Chris began to fondle his own bouncing pecs as he allowed himself to completely relax and enjoy the passionate pounding. He was grateful that the memory of the obese pervert's rape was fading from his mind, and concentrated on each and every thrust of his buddy's dick. The sheer intensity of the fuck caused it to only last ten minutes, and once Linc slid out of Chris' hole, he crawled up next to the hero and fell asleep in his muscular embrace. _____

Leon Kennedy had just arrived at the shipyard after receiving a bogus message from Krauser to meet Chris there. As he made his way through the maze of cargo containers, the young hero couldn't help but feel as if he were being watched. And he was. High a top one of the stacks of containers, Krauser spied on Leon as he raised his bow and took aim. But instead of firing an arrow at his former partner, the perverse mercenary decided to have a little fun with him.

Leon just happened to look down and saw the red dot of a laser scope dancing around on his chest. He dove for cover and drew his weapon. When he rolled out to take aim at the sniper, he saw nothing...that was until the red dot reappeared from a different angle. Again, the young hero leapt out of harm's way but still could not see who was threatening him. Krauser started to chuckle as he made the young man run, dive and dance around trying to avoid the phantom projectile.

After about 20 minutes of toying with his prey, the massive merc decided it was time to 'bench' Leon...for the time being. Having manipulated the young hero to a specific corner of the shipyard, Krauser was ready to make his presence known. Having crept within 10 yards of his quarry, he shot a single arrow that imbedded in the side of a container just one inch above Leon's head. When the young man spun around to fire, Krauser was already on him knocking his gun to the ground before landing several punches to his face and rendering him unconscious.

When Leon woke up, he was lying face down with his knees tucked under him so his ass was in the air, and his wrists were bound behind his back.

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"Good to see you, partner," Krauser teased. "What the fuck is going on Jack?!?" Leon shouted. "Oh, nothing much. I just need to make you disappear for a while. Boss' orders. But before that happens I decided it was time to for some fun," he continued. "What do you plan on doing with me?" Leon asked, now a bit more nervous. "I'm going to give you what you've always wanted. And when I'm done with you, you will never forget it."

Krauser stepped up to his captive, grabbed him by his floppy hair and pulled him back on his knees. Now with Leon's face just inches away from his crotch, the merc slowly unzipped his pants and fished out his growing rod. He gave the blond hair a vicious tug upwards that caused Leon to cry out in pain, and as soon as his lips parted to make the noise, Krauser plugged the opening with his eleven-incher. "I hope you like it rough, Kennedy. 'Cause I'm gonna make you hurt!" he growled before grabbing both sides of the young hero's head and brutally face-fucking his former partner. _____

Back at Chris' apartment, the three agents that Wesker had sent in to 'care' for Seymour, Jr. were struggling to fulfill their orders. The plant's hunger never seemed to wane and it was growing at a much quicker pace then anticipated. Agents Wescott, Jamison and Caldwell were exhausted. Their cocks and asses were sore beyond description, but the thought of abandoning their post never crossed their minds. Failing Albert Wesker would lead to a fate worse than death, so they buckled down and allowed the cum-guzzling plant consume as much as it craved.

Agent Caldwell entered the room with his rigid dick bouncing with every step, and as usual, the plant fired off its pollen in an attempt to incapacitate the new arrival. But since they were all wearing gas masks, the pollen never had any effect on them. The cautious plant would then always only choose one man to feed off of. The 6'-1" tall agent needed to give the plant something else to focus on so that Agent Jamison could crawl to safety, and he did so by stroking his 9" cock until a bit of precum started to leak out. The 5'-7" tall stocky man had just endured another brutal 8-hour shift as Seymour, Jr.'s cum buffet, and his 10" cock was puffy and red from the abuse. Agent Wescott helped his teammate to the living room just as Caldwell started to moan loudly as his session began. Wescott dropped Jamison on the couch and hurried back into the bedroom; they didn't leave any member alone with the ravenous plant for too long.

As Jamison drank down bottles of water and stuffed his face with cold pizza, one of their cell phones began to ring. "Hello. This is Agent Jamison," he answered. "Redfield is back in the States and will be headed home soon. It's time for your team to pack up and depart the scene. And remember, you must not leave any trace of your presence there...or else." Wesker ordered menacingly. "Y-Yes, sir. I understand, sir. We'll begin our evac immediately," Jamison replied, but the line had already gone dead. Wesker didn't care to hear his response.

Still feeling the effects from the non-stop feeding and breeding, Agent Jamison walked into the bedroom to give his teammates the good news, but he did so without wearing his gas mask. Within seconds, Seymour, Jr. pumped several plumes of tranquilizing and aphrodisiac pollen into the air. Being in an already weakened state, Jamison succumbed to the attack immediately and fell to the fllor within Seymour, Jr.'s grasp. While it used a few thick vines to further subdue Agent Caldwell, the plant sent several more vines to ensnare the new prey.

With Caldwell unable to render assistance, Wescott moved in to help, but when he bent down to free Jamison, the plant rammed two seed-covered vines up Wescott's naked ass. His careless move now jeopardized the entire team as he too was now a captive of the plant. When the second feeding bud engulfed Jamison's cock and started to drain the immobilized agent, Wescott struggled to find a way out that mess. Both he and Caldwell would be strong enough to break free if they worked in unison,

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but that would likely kill the plant which was not a viable option. His mind started to haze over as the gelatinous cum-seeds began to dissolve, and his nuts swelled with warm spunk for the plant.

He could see the back-up mask lying on the floor several feet away and strained to grab it, and he did just as the plant released Jamison's shaft and latched onto his 8" prick. Being on his hands and knees, Agent Wescott was involuntarily humping the feeding bud as he tried to put the mask on Jamison's face. Just as he secured the final strap, the agent felt two more seed-covered vines invade his defenseless hole. In a last ditch effort, Wescott shoved Jamison clear of the plant's reach before being overcome with mind-numbing ecstasy. Now both Caldwell and Wescott had to wait for the effects of the pollen to wear off of their fellow agent and hope that he could devise a plan to free them from their leafy captor. _____

Back in the shipyard, tears were streaming down Leon's face, but not from crying. Krauser had been so brutal with the throat-fucking that it tested his gag reflexes like never before. "You did well, boy. But now that I've loosened up that opening, I think it's time to stretch out the other one," the merc whispered in his ear. Krauser pulled out his huge knife and slowly began to slice the buttons off of Leon's shirt; exposing his toned, muscular chest. The merc ran the sharp edge of the blade repeatedly over the young hero's perky nipples; imagining what it would feel like to plunge his knife into the smooth flesh. But then he recalled his boss' orders and refocused his attention elsewhere. Krauser bent the young hero over and ran the blade down the seam of his pants, and when Leon's tight, pink hole came into view, the merc's eyes widened with unadulterated lust.

He ripped the fabric further apart and ran his finger up and down the smooth ass crack before letting his devious digit dip inside the clenched ring. "Oh, I definitely need to loosen you up a bit first, or my big ole dick will tear you apart," he said with mocked concern. Krauser then grabbed his quiver of arrows and started to unscrew the various arrowheads from the carbon-fiber shafts. With a dozen headless shafts in hand, the pervy merc licked the length of each one before sliding it deep into Leon's ass. The young hero grunted and groaned with each ensuing addition, and begged Krauser to stop. But the big man ignored the pleas and kept on loading his human quiver full of arrows.

Once all in, Krauser began to smack, pull apart or thrust the shafts in and out, which caused Leon a great deal of pain. But it was when he used the shafts to stretch open Leon's hole, seeing the dark chasm beckoning to be stuffed, that caused the merc to get the most aroused. The sounds of Leon's whimpering caused Krauser's cock to throb uncontrollably, and he couldn't wait any longer to pierce the fleshy bullseye with his own shaft.

Callously, the big man yanked out the dozen arrow shaft and plunged his thick 11" dick balls-deep. Leon let out a gut-wrenching scream of pain as Krauser's hips slammed into his ass. "I've waited far too long to do this," the merc grunted; dropping the arrows to grip the young hero's shoulders as he obliterated the smooth, firm ass. Leon kept crying out for mercy; pleading with his former partner, but Krauser was having far too much fun to relent.

Later, when he noticed Leon growing quieter, Krauser realized that he was growing accustomed to his girth, but the big man wasn't done enjoying his cries of pain. Still continuing to hump away, the merc reached down and picked up the arrows once again. Then one by one, he began to slide the shafts back into Leon's filled hole, underneath his pistoning rod. Just as he had hoped, the young man started screaming in agony again, which thrilled his attacker. With all twelve arrows back in place, Krauser ramped up his ass-pounding; enjoying the new sensation of the arrows' fletchings tickling his nutsack on every thrust. He planned to fuck Leon until the young hero screamed himself hoarse.

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Eventually, Krauser found himself unable to hold back his orgasm, so he quickly weighed his options. Should he pull out and coat Leon's face or should he breed his ass; forever marking his territory and taking ownership of that sweet, round rump. Preferring to own his bitch, the merc shot load after load into the brutalized bowels as he moaned, "Your ass is mine, Kennedy. Now and forever!" Krauser then began the slow process of removing each arrow one by one and making Leon lick them clean; keeping his cock buried deep in the hole. When it was finally time to withdraw his spent member, the big man delivered a vicious donkey punch to the back of Leon's head. The blow rendered him unconscious and also caused his sphincter to spasm and tighten, which sent an erotic chill up Krauser's spine.

As he was wiping his cock clean, several men appeared carrying a large, empty crate. After giving the merc a huge wad of cash, they dropped Leon into the crate and nailed it closed. "Remember, you can use and abuse his ass and mouth all you want, but he must be returned to me alive," the imposing mercenary ordered. "No problem, pal. We'll bring him back to you breathing. But being that we'll be out to sea for nearly four months, he's gonna see a lot of action, so that's all I can guarantee you," the sailor replied. "Works for me. And if he gets a little ornery, just smack him around. He likes it rough. Oh, and just out of curiosity...how many men are on your ship?" Krauser inquired. "Only 38. But they're all horn-dogs. I doubt blondie's gonna get much rest," he answered with a wicked grin.

With that, Krauser left the shipyard satisfied and with a pocket full of dough, while the crate, carrying Leon Kennedy, was loaded aboard the cargo ship. A few hours later, the young hero woke up naked and chained to a bed...and his first two 'shipmates' were paying him a visit. As their rock-hard cocks slid up his ass and down his throat, a panic-stricken hero began his long, torturous voyage as the crew's ocean-bound bitch. _____

Back in the apartment, Agent Jamison was slowly coming to and he could hear agonizing moans filling the room. He quickly remembered what had happened and was grateful to be alive, but if he didn't act quickly, his partners wouldn't be so lucky. He rushed out of the room and rummaged through their gear bags searching for anything he could use to save the others. He returned with two huge hunting knives fully intent on slicing the plant to pieces.

"NO! Stop!! We can't harm the plant or Wesker will kill us...literally," Caldwell shouted through another powerful orgasm. "You have to find another way to free us." As he racked his brain, Jamison came up with a risky solution, but it was one worth a try. He searched the apartment for any aerosol cans he could find. With several of them in his grasp, along with his lighter, the agent raced back to save his friends.

"Wh-What the fuck are you doing?!?" Wescott hollered as the breeding vine pulled from his ass. "Trust me, pal. This will work, but you guys have to be ready to move," Jamison advised. With that, the agent depressed the trigger on the can and sparked a flame with the lighter. Within seconds, he had a homemade blowtorch and moved towards the cum-hungry plant. Being extremely careful to not actually singe its vines, Jamison brought it as close as he could to both plant and partner. And just as he had hoped, the heat from the blowtorch was enough to cause the vines to retreat.

A worn out Wescott crawled to safety while Jamison moved in to save Caldwell, who was still wrapped in several more vines than the other agent. Things were going according to plan with most of the vines pulling back to the main body, but before Jamison could free the last man, the spray can went empty. When he tried to back away, the agent tripped when a vine ensnared his ankle. The cautious plant slowly snaked its way towards both men, still ravenous for man-seed. Just as the feeding bud was about to clamp down on Jamison's prick, Wescott appeared with two more makeshift blowtorches.

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Jamison was quickly freed of the few vines and was poised to grab Caldwell as soon as the last of his bindings retreated.

Once clear, the men took nearly an hour to recover from the ordeal, but then they began the extensive clean up to remove any trace of their presence in the apartment. "Not bad. The three stooges actually survived their own stupidity," Wesker mumbled as he turned off his monitor. "I might have a use for them yet...at the very least at the end of my cock." _____

When Chris woke up, Linc was no longer in bed, but he could hear him moving about in the kitchen. Only then did Chris realize that he had slept until the next morning. As he wiped the sleep from his eyes, Chris walked out of the bedroom wearing only his boxers and was greeted by a table filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and a pot of coffee. "Whoa! What's all this?" he asked as his stomach growled. "You fell into such a deep sleep yesterday that I didn't have the heart to wake you for dinner. So when I got up this morning I thought you would be in the mood for a hearty breakfast," Linc said, proud of his efforts. "How early did you get up? There's a lot of stuff here," Chris inquired; taking a seat in front of the tasty bounty. "Truth be told...you snore like a grizzly bear, so I've been up for a while," the merc said with a chuckle. "Sorry, dude. But thanks for the spread. I'm starving!"

After the two muscle studs devoured the morning feast, Chris decided to show Linc what the mission was all about. "You got a computer? Let's see if this hard drive's got what we need to put an end to Wesker's bullshit," Chris said as he grabbed his bag. But when he opened it up, Boca shot out of it and hissed at him. "Crap! Sorry little fella. You must be famished too." "Damn! You still have that freaky thing?" Linc asked, covering his crotch with a frying pan. Chris just laughed at the merc's reaction and walked back towards the bedroom; tossing the hard drive to Linc to hook up. He pulled down his boxers and lay back on the bed. Within seconds, Boca was on his abs, engulfing his hardening cock.

"Yo, Chris. There seems to be something wrong....Jeezus!! Warn a guy first, will ya! Seeing that undead head giving you head is just so...so weird," Linc said, unable to take his eyes off of the tiny terror going to town on the big dick. "Hey, you're the first one of us to feed it," Chris teased. "Not by choice!" the merc fired back in mocked anger. After shooting a thick load into the mini monster's mouth, Chris asked Linc an unexpected question, "So Linc...any chance you'd be willing to look after Boca for me?" "What?!? Why? Ahhh...Boca? You named it?!?" was all he could reply. "I'm not sure it would be safe to keep it at my place, and it's the only one of its kind left in existence. We can't afford to lose it. Oh, and your team named it. So what do you say?" Chris continued. "Aww, fuck it. Why not. At least I can do something to help the cause while I'm on I.R." Linc answered as he sat next to Chris. "Might as well make sure the little bugger still likes my load first though." The seemingly always-hungry key crawled up next to Linc and swallowed his prick whole, and Chris just toyed with the merc's nipples while it fed.

Once Boca had its fill, Linc proceeded to explain to Chris that there was something wrong with the hard drive. It looked to have been damaged during his ordeal in the jungle. Chris said he knew of a computer expert that he had used in the past and figured if anyone could get it to work, he could. So after a quick shower, Chris gave Linc a big hug goodbye and told him he would be in touch, before hitting the road for home. As he closed the door, Linc heard Boca whining for some more to eat.

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Shaking his head in disbelief that he had agreed to care for the thing, the sleep-deprived merc headed back to bed and drifted to sleep as the key continued to drain his nuts of more of his salty seed. _____

Back in Wesker's office, Jack Krauser was giving his boss the report on Leon Kennedy. "Glad to see you were able to control some of your urges. And you made certain those men will return him alive?" Wesker asked. "Yep. They just needed someone to fuck long and hard for the next few months. Kennedy fit their needs perfectly," Krauser answered smugly. "Your next assignment will be much simpler, but will also require stealth. You are to wait for Chris Redfield to return to his apartment. He will have a hard drive in his possession. You will wait until he is asleep or has left his place, and then you will retrieve the device for me. I had taken the precaution of embedding certain pieces of equipment with locator beacons should it ever be necessary to retrieve them. Once you enter his home, turn on this tracking unit. It will detect the beacon and lead you directly to it. That is all you have to do. Do you understand?" Wesker explained. "Yeah, but why not just kill this Redfield guy and take it off his rotting corpse?" Krauser asked, a little disappointed about the lack of bloodshed. "Your place is not to question me. Do not engage the enemy...or you will suffer the consequences," Wesker reiterated and then dismissed the mercenary. The megalomaniac wasn't about to explain that he thoroughly enjoyed watching Chris get viciously fucked by his creations, and that his death would either be by one of his monsters or Wesker himself. He was not about to share that pleasure with anyone. _____

Anxious to see what was on the hard drive, Chris drove straight for Wendell Marks' office. The computer genius worked out of his home, or rather out of his Airstream trailer, and had helped Chris on several other occasions that required a certain level of discretion. Hours later, Wendell was startled from his train of thought by loud knocking on his aluminum trailer door. The tall, lanky man in his mid-twenties was surprised to see Chris standing outside. Typically a reclusive type, Wendell never complained about his visits since he always had a crush on the hero.

"Chris! What brings you out to my neck of the woods?" he said as he swung the door open and invited his guest in. "I've got a very important job for you, Wendell. I need you to see what is on this hard drive. It could be the key to stopping the zombie epidemic once and for all," Chris replied in all seriousness. "Um...ok then. Let me see what you got," he said, holding out his hand. "Gawddamn man! What did you do to this thing?!? It looks like you beat it with rocks." "Let's just say the mission didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked. So can you make it work?" the hero asked a bit impatiently. "Gimme a second, pal," Wendell replied in full geek mode now. After running a few tests on the hard drive, the computer genius informed Chris that the unit was damaged but that he had a program that could pull as much data off of the device as possible. Unfortunately it would take several hours before he knew what information was retrieved.

"I can call you when I have something," Wendell offered. "I'll wait. It's not that I don't trust you, but I went through a lot to get that damn thing, and I'm not letting it out of my sight until I know what's on it," Chris replied. "Ok. No problem. Gives us time to talk about the fee for my services," the geek added. "Fee? This is for the good of all mankind and you're going to nickel and dime me?" Chris asked, a bit bothered by the question. "You know me better than that, Chris. But...I'm assuming what you've brought me is super secret stuff that could put me in harm's way should the wrong people find out about it, right? So maybe I just want a little appreciation for my efforts...and I never said anything about money," Wendell responded.

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Chris was taken aback by the straight-forward suggestion. He liked the guy, but never thought about him in that way. Even though he really didn't have a thing for long, lanky dudes, Chris had to admit that he found Wendell to be a handsome man, even with his glasses. The hero couldn't help but smile as he thought about the offer. He did have a few hours to kill, and Wendell had always been there when he needed technical help. Besides, it wasn't like he hadn't used sex as a commodity before, but his poor ass and cock were getting a serious workout lately. And for some reason he was still incredibly horny; an unrealized side-effect from his lengthy assault by the EZ twins. "Alright, Wendell. You've got yourself a deal...but I expect your full cooperation in retrieving and, if necessary, decrypting whatever data we have. Understood?" Chris asked. "You got it," was all he could muster as he hastily made his way back to the bed; his cock already swelling in anticipation.

Before Chris could peel off his t-shirt, Wendell stopped him and asked to do it himself. It seemed the 6'-4" tall geek had a muscle-worship fetish and he wanted to milk it for all he could. Chris obliged and just let his buddy do all the work. Wendell slowly lifted the shirt as he ran his hands up the hero's abs; softly caressing the muscular flesh. He noticed the bruising but declined to say anything so as to not disrupt the moment. Chris let out a soft moan when his nipples were gently teased, followed by the flicker of a wet tongue. As he pulled the t-shirt over Chris' head, Wendell leaned in and delicately kissed his neck, from one side to the other. He could tell Chris was really getting into it, and he hadn't even stripped his jeans off yet.

Wendell slowly descended to the floor, again licking and kissing the well-define physique as he went. He paused for a while at the pecs; mouthing and sucking on each man-tit intensely while his hands glided down the wide back and slid beyond the waistband. Chris was impressed with the force with which the computer geek squeezed his ass-cheeks, and he did nothing to impede the man's work. Having satisfactorily soaked both pecs with his saliva, Wendell now kneeled in front of the bulge that had forever captivated him, and he was ready to accept his reward.

His heart was racing faster and faster as he undid the button and unzipped the pants. He was just moments away from taking hold of the prized piece of meat, and he could barely tolerate the anticipation. As he pulled the jeans down to Chris' ankles, Wendell nuzzled his face into the crotch and moan with pure lust. He could feel the weighty member pushing back against the fabric of the boxers, and he knew it was his duty to free the captive monster. He delicately drew his hands up the back of Chris' thighs; barely touching the skin which caused the hero to shutter from the tingly sensation. Wendell slid his hands under the boxers and fondled the mighty mounds of ass-flesh once more, before grabbing the waistband. It was time. The moment he had dreamt of was here, and it was now about to become reality.

As the boxers slowly slid away, Wendell's eyes widened at the sight of Chris' girth coming into view. The thick veiny cock was quickly hardening in eagerness for the coming oral onslaught. When the waistband was pulled past the bulbous cockhead, the hero's rod recoiled and smacked the tech guy in the chin, but his only reaction was a huge smile. Wendell just stared at the glorious member for several minutes as if he were trying to burn the memory of the cock's thick ten inches into his brain.

When the first drop of precum began to ooze from the piss-slit, Wendell knew it was time to get to work. Firmly gripping the base of the hefty shaft, the lanky geek opened his mouth wide and consumed the cockhead; allowing his tongue to bathe the plumpness in his spit. He then began to work inch after inch down his throat until his face was buried in Chris' crotch again. Once his throat became accustomed to the thickness, Wendell initiated an intense but paced blow-job that had Chris trembling with desire. He could feel the hero's legs start to shake; a great sign that he was doing it right. But not willing for the fun to end too soon, Wendell pushed Chris back onto the bed and told him to get comfortable. They would be there a while.

Before joining Chris on the bed, Wendell stripped his own shirt off revealing a slender build, but nothing too skinny. He had lean muscles with very little body fat, but that combined with his height

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made him seem more like a bean pole. At that moment, Chris could care less about his build; he was desperate to have Wendell latch onto his shaft once more, and his wish was granted seconds later. The computer geek continued to fondle and grope the hero's body while he throated the delectable dick, and Chris just lay there reveling in the attention.

Nearly thirty minutes later and Wendell had picked up his pace; he was ready to drink his fill of the pearly cream. Chris began to grunt and thrust wildly while the computer genius clutched his bucking butt for stability. With one final spasm, his back arched high off the bed, Chris unloaded a torrent of cum that nearly drowned Wendell, but not a single drop escaped his lips. He spent the next several minutes making certain that he had milked the shaft clean. The tech guy then began working his way back towards Chris' face, kissing, licking and sucking the muscle-bound body as he went. Veering off to one side, Wendell buried his face in the hero's armpit while tweaking the nipples playfully. Chris squirmed from the teasing but moaned, "Don't stop." But he did eventually stop and then ordered Chris to roll over. He was in the mood to kiss some ass.

Wendell just lay there on top of Chris' back, stroking and caressing the incredible body underneath him. He was in awe of the bulging muscles, and the hero knew it; he could feel Wendell's own impressive member pushing hard against his pants. The lanky geek spent a few more minutes kissing the back of Chris' neck before making his way towards the robust rump that lay bare for his pleasure. Just as before, Wendell did not allow a single inch of Chris' flesh to go unappreciated. His mouth and hands worked overtime worshipping the well-defined form, but when he got to the ass, those glorious glutes that took his breath away, the computer genius was willing to spend a lifetime paying homage.

The tech guy cupped the firm, muscular cheeks and started to knead, squeeze and smack them. He loved the way they tensed from his man-handling. Wendell spread Chris' legs wide; giving him the first peek at the pink, puckered ring he had dreamt of. Unable to resist, he pulled the mountainous mounds apart and shove his face deep into the crack. Chris' head shot up off of the bed and he moaned loudly as he bear-hugged the pillow to his chest. Wendell's tongue flicked and pushed at the fleshy ring while his hands continued to massage the fuzzy butt. He was doing such a good job that Chris began to push his ass up and back into Wendell's face; trying to bury his buddy's tongue even deeper.

While the hero's ass was in the air, the computer geek seized the opportunity to suck on his big, floppy nutsack and stroke the rock-hard cock from underneath. With Wendell's nose rubbing on his perineum, his balls sucked into the warm, wet mouth and the handjob tormenting his shaft, Chris buried his face in the pillow and bit down hard; desperately trying not to moan like a whore. He couldn't believe how orally skilled the guy was. And just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, it was over. Wendell's mouth was once again gliding over his back, and he heard him say, "Don't worry. I'm not finished with you yet."

While he was busy playing with Chris' crotch, Wendell used his free hand to remove his pants and free his aching prick. The hero felt the drooling shaft rest between his ass cheeks and quickly became aware that the geek was sporting some serious meat. "Why do all the skinny ones seem to have huge dicks?" he wondered to himself. "I have wanted you since the moment I saw you, Chris," Wendell whispered in his ear just as the precum-slicked head pushed through his defenses.

With one loud grunt, Chris had taken all 13" his tech guy had to offer, and he was grateful that the tool wasn't too thick. No sooner was Wendell balls-deep in his fantasy man then he started tearing into hole like a man possessed. He hugged Chris tightly to his chest and just slammed his long prick in and out of the irresistible ass as hard and fast as he could. "UH! AHH! UHH! O-O-OHHH! AH! O-OH G-GA-GAWD!!! UH! AH SH-SHIT!!" was all Chris could say; totally overwhelmed by the level of intensity he was getting drilled.

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As the minutes ticked away, Wendell began to sweat profusely but never slowed down. He was in unadulterated ecstasy. His cock was enveloped by pure heaven and he could die a happy man now. "O-O-OOOOHHHH F-F-FUUUUUCK!!!" he cried out as he unloaded deep in Chris' bowels, but to the hero's amazement, the computer geek kept on fucking him. Another twenty minutes went by before Chris was filled with another load, but still the ass-pounding continued. "What the fuck?!?" Chris thought to himself. "How much longer can he last?"

With the sounds of a sloppy, wet cock slamming into a sloppy, wet hole resonating throughout the rocking trailer, Chris was finally filled with the last load...fifteen minutes later. "Gawddamn, man. What got into you?" Chris groaned as he felt Wendell roll off his back and slide out of his ass. "If that was my 'once in a lifetime' moment with you, then I was going for broke," he muttered through gasps for air; a huge smile permanently affixed to his face. "But my fantasy is not complete until you fuck me just a hard. Are you up for it, pal?" "You know it! Get ready to beg for mercy," the hero teased; positioning himself over the exhausted but eager geek.

With Chris in the push-up position above him, Wendell guided the thick ten-incher to his waiting hole and gasped seductively when the hero entered. Within seconds, the Airstream trailer was rocking once again, but this time the cries of ecstasy weren't muffled. As Chris pile-drove his eager mate, the computer genius wrapped his arms and legs around the hero's body and held on for dear life. He would never consider tapping out; no matter how hard Chris could pound him. Wendell wanted that moment to last forever, and when that first blast of cum sprayed his guts, he prayed that Chris would keep on going. The hero knew that was what his pal wanted, so he resumed the body-jarring thrusts, much to the delight of the awe-struck geek.

When Chris finally delivered his second load up Wendell's ass, both men were completely soaked in sweat, but they were utterly satisfied. Just then, the computer began beeping loudly. "Perfect timing. The transfer is complete. Let's see what you got," Wendell said as he tried to get out of bed. "Not just yet. No need to waste your perfectly good hard-on. Give it to me again," Chris ordered; lying back on the sweat-stained sheets, still overwhelmingly horny.

When Wendell saw Chris spread his legs for him, the geek's cock throbbed hard. Without another word, he was on top of Chris and drilling the beautiful butt with everything he had. There was something about having sex with someone who truly enjoyed him and his body that thrilled Chris, and he took every opportunity to show his appreciation. When Wendell finally came inside Chris one last time, the hero gave him a hearty hug and deep kiss before letting him get up. As they toweled off, the pair walked towards the beeping computer to see what they had.

"Well, I've got good news, and I've got bad news," Wendell said, now in business mode again. "Give me the good news first," Chris answered. "Ok, so the good news is that we actually recovered everything on the damaged hard drive. The bad news is that about 60% of it is highly encrypted. Probably beyond what my equipment can handle. But, now back to the good news...if that's the case, I know a group of uber-intelligent guys that have access to some serious top-secret, government-level type hardware and they should be able to crack it. Some more bad news, they're kind of assholes and not easy to deal with. If we need their help, let me make the initial contact with them before you talk to them. Hopefully, I can convince them to help...if we need them. Some more good news is that there seems to be numerous files related to the conceptual phase of the Eros Virus. At least you have some place to start, because if there are any files on the actual development of the virus itself on this drive, they're encrypted. Oh, and while it was being downloaded, I had the computer burn you a copy as well. Data redundancy is vital. I'll work on cracking the encryption and give you an update tomorrow. Does that work for you?" Wendell explained.

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"That's perfect. At least I can start the research immediately," Chris replied; taking the new hard drive in hand, along with the old, useless one as a souvenir. _____

A short time later, when Chris left Wendell's trailer, he was surprised that it was already evening. "Wow. Time sure flies when you're getting fucked," he chuckled to himself. He stopped by a fast- food restaurant and picked up a burger and fries. His stomach was growling loudly again and he couldn't wait to get home and eat. When he entered his apartment, Chris tossed his duffle bad on the table and pulled out the old, damaged hard drive. He placed it on the shelf above the TV; a sort of trophy for his efforts in Brazil. He grabbed his food, sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. No more then an hour later, Chris had finished his meal and drifted off to sleep on the sofa. The comfort of finally being home, a fully satisfying romp with a friend along with the sounds of a football game playing in the background was too much for the weary warrior. _____

Hours later, with Chris still sound asleep, a masked Jack Krauser picked the lock and entered his apartment. Following the tracking signal given off by the damaged hard drive, the mercenary quickly zeroed in on the device and bagged it. As he turned to leave, the big guy was taken aback by how tempting the sleeping stud looked, in a deep slumber wearing nothing more than his boxers; the cockhead just peeking out of the opening. Ignoring Wesker's orders for complete stealth in that task, Krauser slipped out of his black pants and prepared to have some devious fun.

"Dammit, Krauser!! What the fuck are you doing?" Wesker hissed at his monitor as he watched his employee disregard his explicit orders. The merc pulled out several long zip-ties and looped them together; making a simple pair of restraints. It seemed as if Chris was making things easy on the big guy because the hero had fallen asleep with his hands draped over the arm of the couch. Krauser first secured the makeshift cuffs to the leg of the couch with more zip-ties and then proceeded to bind his prey's wrists.

Chris was startled from his sleep when the plastic cuffs tightened around his wrists, and when he tried to yell at his attacker, the hero was greeted with a powerful punch to his midsection. His legs recoiled involuntarily as he balled up from the impact. Krauser quickly jumped on top of him and tore his boxers clean off and then stuffed them in Chris' mouth. With the prey's bare ass just inches away from his throbbing cock, the merc unceremoniously rammed it deep. "Ooh! You've been a bad boy, Redfield. Apparently I'm not the first one inside of you today, am I?" Krauser taunted.

Chris' muffled groans excited Krauser and he fucked his captive with extreme brutality. The merc forced the hero's ankles past his head and held them on the couch's armrest while he delivered one devastating thrust after another. As his body jostled from each powerful collision, Chris' mind raced as he tried to figure out what was going on. All he could see was a muscle-bound stranger in a ski mask raping his ass. He couldn't believe this was just a sexual assault because the timing was too perfect since he just got home; there had to be something more to it. And how did he know his name? _____

As he watched his employee ravage his enemy, Wesker was beginning to enjoy the show. He leaned back in his chair and pulled out his prick and started to stroke it in unison with every one of the merc's thrusts. _____

Having grown bored with his current position, Krauser stood up on the couch, hugging the hero's legs to his chest and fucked him in a near upside-down pose, causing the plastic cuffs to dig into Chris' wrists. After several minutes that way, the big guy flipped Chris over the armrest; sending the hero face-first to the floor. Almost as soon as Chris hit the ground, Krauser was on his back stuffing his huge rod balls-deep again. He grabbed a handful of the hero's hair and pulled his head backwards,

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still delivering the ass-bruising assault. The merc eventually rolled Chris onto his back, held his legs wide apart and continued the anal demolition. His boss was growing more and more impressed with the ferocity with which he fuck his nemesis and couldn't wait to see how it all ended.

Krauser then bent Chris over the couch's armrest, his wrists still bound to the furniture leg, and slammed into him so hard that he was actually pushing the sofa across the floor. After ten minutes of furniture moving, the merc was ready for a big finish. He flipped the hero back onto the couch and grabbed his gear bag. The merc then fished out a pill bottle and a syringe. After taking the new hyper-hydration capsule created by the scientists Wesker employed, the big guy injected his nutsack with the mega-semen serum.

Chris watched in stunned silence as his attacker's ballsack swelled to ten times its previous size, and then with a loud growl of lust, the masked man plunged his cock back up Chris' ass. It took only a few thunderous thrusts before the hero felt the tidal wave of spunk flooding his bowels. Chris grunted in excruciating pain from the near-spontaneous distended stomach he now had due to so much cum, but thankfully his attacker pulled out; allowing the pent up spunk to spew from his violated hole. Unfortunately for him, Krauser wasn't done cumming yet.

The big man hovered over Chris' exhausted form and began to stroke his cock fiendishly. Moments later Krauser was hosing down is captive in massive quantities of his warm, salty seed; literally covering Chris from head to toe. When the orgasmic onslaught finally finished, the hero and his couch were coated in a thick layer of spunk; Chris couldn't even open his eyes to see what was about to happen next.

Krauser went to force a hyper-hydration pill down Chris' throat, but the ensuing struggle caused him to accidentally give the hero two pills. The merc then grabbed another syringe and injected the serum into Chris' nutsack. Having never experienced the sudden swelling of his balls in such a cruel manner, the hero began to spasm wildly from the pain. "Don't worry, pal. I'll cut you free so you can relieve yourself. But just be warned, it packs quite a kick," Krauser chuckled; sliding his pants on and grabbing his bag. Just before leaving the apartment, the mercenary pulled out his knife and sliced through the zip-ties; freeing his captive to take matters into his own hands. _____

Chris never heard the door close. He just struggled to his feet and staggered to his bedroom closet in search of a towel to wipe his face clean. The overwhelming pain emanating from his monster-sized nuts seriously clouded his thinking. When he got to his bedroom, a cum-blinded Chris walked too close to the still-ravenous plant, and it wasn't about to lose another meal. It lashed out with its large tranquilizing bud, clamping down on Chris' head and jettisoned a huge plume of pollen straight into in his face, followed by the release of an equally large dose of its aphrodisiac pollen into the air. It then proceeded to pull in the collapsing prey right on top of its pot and used multiple vines to bind him tightly while the main bud kept a firm hold on his head. No sooner did the feeding bud wrap around his cock then Chris started to convulse violently; continuously pumping load after load into the ruthless plant. _____

Albert Wesker watched in sheer joy as his plant drained his enemy of his precious seed. Stroking his prick with preternatural speed, the mad man yelled out, "Finally!! Chris Redfield is going to die!!!"

To be continued...

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