After guarding the fence like he was asked to, 10k heads back inside. It's getting dark out, and his shift is over. He angrily stomps back to his room, where he slams the door. Putting his gun down roughly on the table in there, he sinks to the floor next to his bed with his head in his hands. He's had enough of being mind-controlled by Murphy, but he can't do a single thing about it. Murphy bit him, but where? He's been unable to figure out where the bite is.
Letting out a long sigh, 10k combs his fingers through his sweaty hair. His heart is racing in his chest from the anger that's building up in his thoughts. He takes a coupleof breaths to calm himself down so he can get through the rest of the nighteasier.
In the morning, he's back on zombie moat duty. Guarding the fence, he means. It's a nightmare out here. He hates it. The smell of rotting flesh is enough to make him gag, but he has to suck it up because his body doesn't always listen to him. When Murphy tells him to go do something, he does it without question. Unfortunately, he's not in control anymore.
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Around lunch, 10k is done for the day. He stomps his way inside the building. He's going to his room, but when he blinks. He finds himself standing in front of Murphy. He shakes his head, a little confused as to how he ended up here. "Relax," Murphy says. "I told you to come here. So, stop freaking out." 10k glares at the blue man. "No need for that glare, kid, geez." Murphy laughs. He moves away from the window and down in front of 10k. "Thomas—"
"Stop saying that name. That's not my name," 10k says.
"Right, cause "10k" is better," Murphy remarks with a shake of the head. 10k dismisses him. 10k steps away, towards the stairs, but stops. "You're not going anywhere," Murphy says. "I need to talk to you."
"Fuck you," 10k says. He rarely curses, but when he does, it's because he's gotten pretty frustrated or angry at someone or something. "Young boys shouldn't cuss at their saviors," Murphy says.
"You're not my savior," 10k sneers. Murphy just laughs. "If I didn't bite you, you would've died on that sub. A thanks should be in order, hmm?"
10k glares at him. "No. I would've rather died than have you bite me. I told you no, and you did it anyway—" 10k argues.
"I saved you!" Murphy shouts, making 10k's heart skip a beat. Murphy lets out a sigh as he rubs the bridge of his nose. "I didn't mean to yell, but you just..." he chuckles frustratingly. "You know what you need," Murphy says with a smile as he comes closer to 10k. "You need to release some of that negative energy you have bottled up in your teenage, angsty body."
"Don't talk about me like that," 10k argues. "There you go with the telling back kid," Murphy says
"It's called a conversation, dipshit," 10k spits out in anger.
"If only Warren could hear her baby boy now. She'd be disappointed," Murphy says with a head tilt. "I'm gonna go now." 10k states more than asks. Murphy hums like he's thinking about it. "No," he says, walking around his throne. He likes walking around while he talks.
"I don't need your permission," 10k says as he tries to walk away. He does a circle and comes right back. "Murphy!" he shouts with a glare that could literally kill. "Just let me go!" "Come on," Murphy says, ignoring 10k's demands. He waves a hand, and 10k follows him through the halls until they reach a door. 10k scoffs. "You gonna lock me up for disobeying you? Real kingly of you," 10k says very sarcastically, with a shake of his head.
Murphy opens the door, and they walk in together. It's...Murphy bedroom.
"What—" 10k doesn't get to finish his thought when Murphy tells him telepathically. 10k shakes his head. "No. I'm not—" he says, turning around to find Murphy standing there. His heart drops. "You've been angsty all week, and I've been wondering why," Murphy says, closing the door and wandering over to the bed. "Then I thought about it a little harder." He sits down on the bed. "I came to only one realization. You're pent up." 10k scoffs and rolls his eyes. He crosses his arms and turns away from the blue man. "Come here, Thomas." Murphy's voice commands in his head. 10k gulps nervously. "I don't need your help. What I need is to be let go," 10k says, still not looking at him. The nagging feeling calling out to him takes over his thoughts, and he gives in. He looks over to Murphy, who's sitting on the bed with a smug look on his face. He's winning, and he knows it. 10k won't let him feel the satisfaction.
10k looks away.
"Come on, Thomas. You and I both know you need this."
Silence.
"I can feel it. I can hear your thoughts. Stop denying them, and just let me help you. This is a once and a lifetime offer, after all," Murphy says. 10k shakes his head. He blinks and finds that he's walking over to Murphy, his arms still crossed. He glares down at Murphy with a less angry expression. He does need this...not how he expected this, but... No. His gaze hardens. Murphy tugs him closer by his belt. "I hate you," 10k says.
"I know," Murphy says a matter of factly. "Just give in. Let me help you," Murphy says, softer this time. A knock at the door makes 10k practically jump out of his skin. Murphy chuckles. He sends them away while looking at 10k's body up and down while 10k stares at the door.
"No one's gonna bother us, not unless—"
"No," 10k firmly says, somewhat considering his offer. "That-a-boy, Thomas," Murphy coos, taking his blue hand and touching 10k's lower back. When 10k doesn't move from his spot, Murphy forcefully grabs him and throws him to the bed. Murphy gets on top of him and kisses his neck. "Murphy!" 10k angrily shouts out, turning his head to the side in protest of the odd feeling. It's just giving Murphy better access by him doing this, but he doesn't think the boy is aware he's doing it. "Get—off. I—" 10k stutters out before he feels a hand palming his crotch. "Hey, what're you think—" "Helping you relax. God knows you need it," Murphy says. 10k glares at him wordlessly. He's thinking all the bad things in his head instead of just telling them because he knows Murphy can read his thoughts. Murphy rolls his eyes.
Blinking again, 10k finds that his pants have been taken off. 10k tries to squirm away, but big hands hold him in place. "Stop squirming around so much," Murphy says as he goes to take off 10k's shirt. "No! No...just—leave it on..." 10k says. Murphy puts his hands up. There's a few seconds of silence before 10k feels something touching his anus. It makes him flinch away from it. Something shoves its way into him, and he shrieks out. "Ow! Fuck—stop. That hurts," 10k half shouts, half cries out. "Stop whining. It's only one finger," Murphy says. It wiggles around inside of him while 10k tries his hardest to wiggle away from it. Murphy grabs his hips and pulls him closer to him. "Stop moving," Murphy demands, and 10k stops struggling. When the next two fingers enter him, he can't help but wince. 'Hurts,' he thinks. "Relax," Murphy tells 10k in his mind, and his body does just that. He hates that about this situation. His body isn't his anymore.
When Murphy pulls out his fingers, he takes out his erect cock and slathers it up with some lube. 10k's eyes widen. A tear runs down his right cheek as he stares at it. 'That thing isn't going to fit!' he fearfully thinks. Murphy chuckles and caresses his face with the one hand that's not covered in lube. 'It'll be fine,' Murphy thinks. 10k gulps nervously as the tip is placed at his hole. 10k places his head back onto the pillow under his head. Murphy slowly pushes in, and 10k grips the bedsheets hard. "Ow," he whimpers out on accident. Murphy calms his body, and it's suddenly halfway in. 10k can't take it anymore. It hurts too much. "Fuck, stop. That's too much," 10k cries out with tears in his eyes. Murphy rubs his hip in an act to comfort him.
Murphy can see the outline of his cock inside of 10k. He's loving this. He just hopes that 10k will come around. After all, he's only trying to help him.
Murphy begins moving his hips back and forth while 10k tries to get him to stop. "Once we truly start, it'll get better," Murphy says.
"I hate you," 10k sneers out weakly. Murphy shoves into him hard, earning a grunt from 10k. His head is thrown back as Murphy fucks him hard. "Hard and fast is just what you need. Just what an angsty young man such as yourself needs. Hell knows I needed it at your age," he mumbles to himself. 10k grips the bed sheets so hard they come off the bed itself. He just needs something to distract himself from this. "Stop acting like you don't like this," Murphy says with a head shake. "You should be honored that the great Murphy is doing you a favor," Murphy says.
It doesn't take long for 10k to get close to cumming. He's been panting and cursing Murphy out every breath he can spare, but now. He's too tired and sore to say anything.
"What? No more cussing me out?" Murphy jokes, keeping a sloppy pace as he nears his end. "You're close. See, you did need this. You must be feeling better now," Murphy says with a smile, as if he's done the world a favor by giving to the homeless or something.
When 10k cums, his hole tightens around Murphy's dick. The blue man lets out a groan as he fucks 10k through his orgasm. Murphy doesn't pull out. Instead, he finishes inside 10k.
When Murphy looks up at 10k, he finds the kid passed out and breathing hard. "Thomas—" Murphy says, but his hand is swatted away. He's not unconscious, just too tired to move. Too hot and sweaty too. "Feeling better?" Murphy asks. 10k just tells him to go. Murphy chuckles. "This is my room, you know," Murphy says, getting up and walking over to the bathroom. 10k squeezes his eyes together. He regrets letting Murphy do this, but...a tiny part of him kinda...liked it. As bad as that sounds.