An hour into the third night, Mike still had not built up the courage to stop watching Raphael. Neither Benjamin nor Charlie were wandering the pizzaria, and Frederick still hadn't decided to leave his room. Raphael was the only one who seemed to be doing anything - but Mike was still too worried about being eaten alive to allow the fox to wander. Mike groaned, setting the screen down on the table beside him to rub his eyes, and, when he stopped, he saw Benjamin in the doorway to his left. The Suit had a smirk on his face, but it wasn't malicious or even flirtatious.
Mike looked at Benjamin curiously as the bloody-eyed man moved to stand in front of the night guard. Benjamin undid the button and zipper on Mike's trousers, pulled them off, and pushed Mike's legs up, his knees almost against his chest.
A hot and wet tongue dipped inside him, and it reached deeper inside than Charlie's had. Benjamin's tongue was longer, and he had a better idea of how to use it than the blonde had. Mike took hold of his thighs so Benjamin could let go and wet his fingers, which he did quickly. Before Mike knew it, two slick and slender fingers had entered him, and he let out a throaty groan in response. Benjamin gently moved his fingers in and out, eventually adding a third. He stretched Mike's hole, spreading his fingers and pushing deeper, and a movement on the screen, which Mike saw in his peripheral vision, alerted the night guard to what Benjamin was actually doing.
Mike was being prepared for Raphael.
Benjamin had either been told to do this or he knew what Raphael was like and didn't want Mike to be hurt. Either way, it wasn't much comfort.
Benjamin froze at the sound of something being knocked over. He gave Mike a worried but comforting look as he removed his fingers, but he couldn't get out of the room fast enough.
Mike sat properly again, his legs hurting from being held against his chest, and waited nervously for Raphael to enter the security office. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.
Mike was alerted to Raphael's presence by a deep growl that sounded more like a purr. The night guard jumped at the sound, and saw the tall auburn-haired man standing in the doorway, wearing absolutely nothing and revealing several deep scars, a few of which did not seem to be fully healed. The Suit's cock was already fully erect, and, though it was only six inches, Mike was more worried about what he would actually do.
Raphael pulled Mike to the ground, forcing him on his knees, so his cock was mere centimetres from the night guard's face. Mike took the head into his mouth, getting plenty of saliva on it, and then lowered his head so as to take the first three inches down his throat. He glanced up at Raphael, though still bobbing his head up and down to avoid irritating the Suit, and was somewhat relieved to see a look of bliss. Mike took the cock as deep as he could, and reached down to stretch himself more. Mike wasn't normally a fan of dominant-submissive relationships in sex, but he couldn't deny that he enjoyed Raphael's dominance.
Without warning, the Suit abruptly pushed Mike onto his back.
Before the night guard was entirely aware of what was going on, his legs had been pushed up to his shoulders and Raphael was knelt between them, his cock resting at Mike's entrance. He paused, smiled menacingly, and thrust as hard as he possibly could into the night guard, who let out a loud scream upon being penetrated. Raphael gave Mike no time to adjust, and began roughly and quickly thrusting in and out. Though it wasn't particularly hard, the speed was almost too much for Mike to bear. Almost.
Mike managed to force Raphael's hands away from his legs, only to wrap them around the Suit's waist so he could arch his body and change the angle of the penetration. Mike shifted around, but he couldn't get Raphael to hit the right spot, and he let out a groan of frustration. A feverish glance in the Suit's direction begged for him to do something. Raphael smirked, leaned forward, and wrapped his arms around Mike's back, lifting him off the ground slightly. Mike threw his arms around Raphael's neck, and let out a loud cry of pleasure as the Suit was finally hitting his prostate. Raphael responded by sinking his teeth into Mike's shoulder and clawing at the night guard's back. Pain was normally a massive turn off for Mike, but the pleasure he was recieving kept his mind off of it.
Mike composed himself when it suddenly occured to him that, perhaps, the pleasure he gave to Benjamin and Charlie was what kept him alive. He tightened himself Raphael, and, returning his legs to the ground, tried to meet Raphael's thrusts. Mike dugs his nails into the Suit's back, and was rewarded with a pleased-sounding growl. Mike smirked, and set to work on nibbling Raphael's shoulder, occasionally biting down as hard as he possibly could.
The two kept this up for several minutes, both precariously on the edge of orgasm, until Mike decided to do two things. First, he started properly clawing at Raphael's back, tearing at the skin and causing crimson blood to flow forth. Second, he moved his focus to Raphael's neck, hoping that it might be more sensitive than the Suit's shoulder. These actions drove Raphael wild, and Mike knew this because, as soon as he drew blood from the neck, he became much more frenzied. Raphael was no longer biting Mike's shoulder; instead, he was panting heavily and occasionally letting out desperate whines and grunts. It wasn't long before Raphael finally came, pouring his seed inside the night guard. Mike allowed himself to orgasm, the heat from Raphael releasing his semen inside him pushing him over the edge.
Raphael gently allowed Mike to fall to the ground, while he straightened his back and pulled out. They were both motionless for a few moments, save for the heavy breathing, but, when Raphael had calmed down, the Suit returned to Pirate Cove.
When Raphael was gone, Mike started laughing to himself.
"Oh my God...!" he smirked, rubbing his face and sitting up.
However, Mike was vaguely aware that, in his peripheral vision, something was in the doorway to his right. Mike turned his head slowly, and could just about make out a pair of brown eyes.
"We'll have fun tomorrow," Frederick taunted. "I'll definitely break you."
With that, the Suit was simply gone, and Mike felt much less comfortable about the following night.