Day 4 - Stuck Sex/Prostate Massage/Trying to Hide - Resident Evil 4

Leon wiggled his shoulders and immediately regretted it.

He was trying to fit his way through a small hole in a fairly wide, fairly tall but exceptionally shabby wall. And with a little too much pressure in one spot or another, his squirming caused a sudden cascade and quake. Leon froze, Ashley in front of him grimaced and took a nervous step back. He could feel things shifting around him, the sound of mortar mud disgorging rocks. At the same time, he felt scraping and bashing on his back. The feeling of stones slapping and grinding into place, sharp corners suddenly digging into his spine and poking at his sides. By the time it was all over, he counted it as good luck he wasn’t in sheer agony. There was no massive rush to get out, which was fortunate as it didn’t feel like there was room to.

They’d come to the edge of the village only to find themselves run right up against a mud and rock farm wall that somehow towered up past the well-secured gate around it, the top stuff looking much newer. Very likely, it had at one point been a very nice little barrier. Ancient but effective. But the Plagas had a weird, insect, burrowing instinct. They packed the windows of houses with mud and twigs like a bird’s nest. They lined the doors with various boards, waylaid bits of junk, various excreta. Of course, none of it was very sturdy, but that hadn’t been a problem until now.

Faced with going over it, going around, or trying to get the doorway open, they’d decided on the hole. Over had been ruled out after one look at just how shoddy the topmost parts of it were. Whatever key opened the gate seemed long-misplaced, judging by the rust on the keyhole. Plagas were known to swallow them, for one. And going around… they were already dead tired, **** to be out of the village, where the resistance was the worst. There was no telling where the end of it was, if it wrapped around like a cocoon that they just hadn’t yet seen the full extent of.

The hole had been big enough for Ashley, who had squirmed her way through first without much issue. Aside from a brief, undignified squeal as she realized her skirt was no longer fully covering herself - only made worse by Leon having to push her through with his hands on her butt - the girl had gotten through easily. For Leon, while his chest was less round than Ahsley’s, it was certainly broader. While his hips and butt were smaller, it was perhaps by less than either of them were happy about, and he’d found it nearly impossible to angle and contort himself into the thigh-height hole without a whole lot of craning, twisting, and contorting. And his luck had run out there quickly.

“Are you okay?” Ashley asked, her voice shaking, after an anxious moment of silence.

“Yeah,” Leon sighed back.

He dug his feet into the ground and tried to keep pushing, but could feel no purchase, as well as the sharp ends of stones digging into him like a finger trap the more he tried. Then he pushed back and felt the same. Glancing at the wall, he could see not only where the stones had fallen around him, but where the re-wettened mud had collapsed down around him. He was about as stuck as he was going to get, was the good news.

“Are you… stuck?” Ashley offered her hand. He appreciated the gesture, though the girl didn’t exactly have the strength to make much of a difference. And that was assuming him thrashing and pushing didn’t make the situation with the rocks worse.

“Badly,” Leon grabbed one of his pistols from its shoulder mount and extended it to her. Ashley pulled her hand away like he was trying to hand her a parasite. Honestly, it wasn’t the first time she’d seemed more scared of a Five-Seven than the actual monsters.

“What do you-” She started to yelp.

“I need you to go into the first building you come across and look for a crowbar, a shovel, a fireaxe.” Leon explained as calmly as he could. “Anything sturdy. Take this.”

“I don’t want to use that!” Ashley squealed.

“If something happens to you, I’m not going to be there to help until I get out.” Leon grimaced. “You don’t really have a choice.”

“There’s gotta be something!” Ashley continued to look at the gun like just making it mad would cause it to go off. “Won’t digging you out bring the whole thing down around you?”

“Maybe, but I’d rather get hurt doing that than stay like this.” Leon pushed down an unpleasant memory. “The Plagas can do plenty of harm to just half of me.”

Ashley finally, gingerly, took a step forward and accepted the gun out of his hand. She held it like she might hold a rabid animal or a soiled garment. He didn’t trust her to hit something even at point-blank range, in all honesty. But he wouldn’t forgive himself if he’d sent her wandering off completely helpless. Not as though she was a lot less helpless now, but…

“Did your dad really never teach you any kind of self-defense?” He grimaced.

“My father-” Ashely started indignantly, then wilted. “Told me to go for the eyes. That was it.”

“You’re not going to hit somebody’s eye, but sure.” Leon sighed. “Look, the gun won’t hurt you, hold it normally. But keep your finger off of the trigger until you know you’re going to shoot it. Don’t aim it at anybody you don’t intend to shoot.”

“I don’t want to shoot it!” Ashley protested. “I don’t want to shoot anybody!”

“Then don’t run into anybody.” Leon rolled his eyes. “Just find me something to get myself out with and run right back.”

She glanced one way and then the other nervously, seeming for all the world like she was going to get cold feet and try to **** the gun back into his hands. But Ashley finally held it at least somewhat normally and took off toward the nearest house. With any luck, she really wouldn’t need to use it. Leon figured their chances of success went down by orders of magnitude for every shot she needed to hit. He figured the point of no return was anything beyond two.

He realized a few seconds after she vanished inside the cabin’s door that this proposition wasn’t great for him either. He still had an H&K in his other shoulder strap for if anybody wandered toward him from the front, but obviously it was the back he was worried about. There were enough small gaps in the wall that he could hear a relative lack of noise from behind him. The village was pretty cleared out at this point, though Plagas seemed to spawn from the dirt itself. At the same time, if anybody did come.

It was going to be imperative that he didn’t think about being stuck half-in and half-out of anything. Unpleasant memories.

Leon tried to crane and dig at some of the little gaps, but he just had nothing in the way of leverage. He could pull and scrape at the holes and the stones with his fingers, but just getting into position left his arms overextended or at an awkward angle. Scraping little bits and clumps of mud, complete with small pebbles, was no issue. But the larger, older stones underneath him were positively massive. The ones up above, while smaller and - in theory - easier to work with, were still large enough to give him trouble with this little leverage. Not to mention they were sharp, shaggy and uneven. He could barely find purchase on any of them. While he wished that he’d perhaps spent a bit more training effort on flexibility, he was also pretty sure there wasn’t any kind of training that would have helped him avoid this.

Unfortunately, he was here for the long haul. And, until Ashley returned, he was going to be here alone for the long haul. Though for that, he was probably lucky.

“Well, well, well.” A voice came from the other end of the wall.

Before he’d even processed what he was hearing, Leon tensed and his arm jerked to the gun in his holster. He’d maybe have a shot, if they came in directly behind him. But he’d only have the one. Eventually, his brain caught up. The voice had been feminine, sultry. More than a little catty.

“Ada?” Leon tried to crane his head to look back through one of the tiny slits.

“Aren’t we usually in the opposite positions, in this scenario?” She bent down and glanced through the slit, a lock of ink-black hair falling across her eye.

“Glad to see you too.” Leon let his hand fall away from his holster. Not that Ada was no threat, per se… “Be a whole lot gladder if you’d help me out here.”

“I seem to recall being in a very similar predicament once before,” Ada sounded like she was barely holding back laughter. “A certain Umbrella security door closing around my hips.”

“Ada,” Leon felt a chill as he hissed. “This is serious.”

“And it wasn’t serious then?” Leon felt Ada’s hands on his hips. Her voice was practically giddy, but he could also hear some genuine bitterness. “There I was thinking that if the zombies didn’t get me, the bombs would.”

“Is it too late to say sorry?” Leon asked.

“Sorry for what, Leon?” Ada gripped his hips a little tighter.

“Sorry for not taking it seriously, I guess.” Leon answered.

“Mmm, that wasn’t the issue there, I don’t think.” Leon felt her reaching around under his waist to his belt, undoing the clasp casually. “Though I appreciate the thought.”

“Sorry for the other stuff too!” Leon gasped as her hand moved from his belt down the front of his pants, bringing his zipper down and caressing his groin with her fingers in the same motion.

“The other stuff?” Ada’s hand stopped and tightened around his cock, squeezing it just slightly beyond what was comfortable. “You didn’t forget what happened, did you?”

“I was running on adrenaline at that point,” Leon admitted, though he was half-lying.

“Well then, let me jog your memory. Because I remember.” Ada’s hand eased up, but she started slipping his waistband down, bringing both his uniform pants and his boxers down enough to expose the skin of his behind to the cold air. “I was sitting there, perfectly helpless. And then a big, strong RCPD officer came to save me.”

Leon sucked a quick breath in as Ada started to squeeze and grope his butt before giving it a soft little smack. Her hands were gloved, but she quickly slipped them off and tucked them into a side pocket.

“Except he didn’t save me. At least, not right away.” She purred, reaching around once more and bringing one of her soft hands through the hole of his boxers and making him shiver as she found his cock once more. “That police officer flipped my skirt up and started groping me while I couldn’t do a thing to protect myself.”

“Ada-” Leon started, then gave a sharper and more drawn-out groan of protest as she removed her hand from his boxers only to pull both them and his pants down around his knees. He couldn’t help squirming, fully exposed for her. Her hands kept alternating between playing with his ass and teasing his almost-hard cock. Her touches were a bunch of soft, darting little pecks. Never sticking in one place for long, but effective everywhere they went. She spanked him again.

“Then he got down on one knee and took a great, big sniff of my panties before he pulled them down.” Ada monologued. “That surprised me, I’ll admit. All cops are perverts, I guess.”

He had to stifle a yelp as she spread his cheeks with her hands and dropped a great wad of spit right bulls-eye against his backdoor. Grinding her thumb against it a second later, her long false nail pressing right on the edge of comfort against soft skin. His cock was hard enough to give a little jump, despite not being touched at the moment.

“And then he straightened back up and stuck his big, hard cock right inside of me and fucked me like a wild animal.” Ada sighed. “He really must have been running on pure adrenaline. No foreplay or anything.”

“Ada, I’m sorry-” Leon blurted out, then nearly bit his tongue. Her thumb pulled away from his asshole, only to be replaced with one of her slender fingers slipping inside. Fortunately, without any long nail to speak of.

“Fortunately, he didn’t need it. I was pretty wet from him groping me like that, but still.” Ada feigned a pout in her voice. “I don’t know, I guess I just thought better of him.”

“Ashley could be back at any second,” Leon whispered urgently. He was rewarded with a second finger in his hole. Even with Ada’s thin fingers, he grimaced at the stretch. The feeling of something stabbing into him, even if it wasn’t pain, would have been enough to snap him out of any trance.

“That makes it better though, doesn’t it?” Ada asked with a snort. “Made it better for me, at least. That nasty, perverted cop made me cum so hard, I nearly collapsed when he finished and pulled the door release. And trying to finish my mission with his load running down my thighs? I think about that a lot, you know.”

“Ada-” He wasn’t doing much more than repeating her name in increasingly **** tones at this point, but as Leon squirmed he had to at least try to impress on her how much he needed her to stop. Though, he was well aware, he didn’t exactly want her to stop.

“Maybe you’ll think about this half as often when you masturbate as I think about the last time,” Ada commented. She dropped low enough to plant a kiss on the underside of his balls, causing his cock to jump again, then spit into her hand and reached out to start stroking him.

“Ada, Ashley-” Leon started, but she dug her fingers particularly harshly downward and found a surprisingly sensitive spot inside of him.

“Leon, if you’re going to keep moaning out names, make mine the only one.” Ada sighed. “It sounds so much nicer.”

“What do you want me to do if she comes back?” He was having trouble keeping his voice from jumping all over the place. Every time she dug her fingers down and hit that spot inside of him, it seemed to send a bolt of raw lightning right through to the tip of his dick. There was a slow leak of excitement coming out of him now, seemingly red-hot in the cold air.

“Get out and finish your mission?” Ada asked as though it was a stupid question. “You know how to keep a straight face, don’t you? Play things cool?”

“Not-” He had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out as she popped one of his balls into her mouth for a moment, then let it right back out. The cold air on it was particularly harsh. “Not while you’re doing that!”

“Hm, guess they didn’t train you in subterfuge.” Ada taunted. “I would have kept a much better facade up in your place, at least right up until the moment you were pumping me full of your cum. Nobody’s poker face is good enough for the big payoff.”

Ada dug her fingers more firmly into the soft, sensitive spot inside of him, pressing her thumb gently against his taint as she did like she was trying to reach it from the outside as well. Quickly, she dropped more spit into her other hand and went back to stroking, keeping her motion to short little pumps right around his head that made him squirm, too much stimulation too fast in too small an area. And as she worked, she leaned forward and started to pepper his balls and the insides of his thighs with little kisses, leaving lipstick marks thick enough for him to feel.

Leon whined under his breath, trying once more to pull and fidget at the stones holding him in place. He was sure his face was blood-red and there was no way somebody wouldn’t be able to tell what was going on. Though if Ada finished her playing quickly, he might at least have been able to play it off as him exerting himself trying to get out. He could feel himself getting right up against the edge, throbbing and jerking more quickly in Ada’s hand. His breath was coming in little gasps punctuated by the occasional squeak that caught in his throat.

Then Ada slipped her hand off of his cock, letting him throb just short of release in the air. She kept her lips away from him as well, though she kept her fingers pressed right against the tender spot inside of him.

“Hey!” He hissed back at her.

“Oops, I might be a little meaner than you.” She practically giggled. As she squirmed her fingers inside of him, pressing down extra hard on his prostate, Leon felt a large, needy-seeming bead of excitement roll out of the tip of his cock in a way that made him squirm. His balls clenched as he shuddered. “I think I want you to leave you in at least close to the kind of mess you left me in.”

“Fuck,” Leon finally groaned under his breath. His cock was still throbbing, as hard as he’d probably ever been, but he could feel the orgasm retreating. She rolled her fingertips back and then forth over the point before backing off, and at the same time the excited drool started to drip from his tip.

“Could always take **** on me when the roles are reversed again,” Ada commented idly. “If the roles are reversed again.”

A retort of some kind was forming on his open mouth when, in the distance, Leon heard a cabin door swing open with a bang. Once more, his hand darted to his gun, but a second later he saw Ashley in the distance, swinging some long, thin piece of metal over her head like she was waving a flag. As she started to jog her way over, Leon gave another squirm.

“Ada,” He tried to move his mouth as little as possible. “Ashley-”

She ran her palm along the underside of his cock, starting from his balls until she wrapped her fingers around it and dragged her thumb over the tip, smearing his precum over his head. Leon pulled in his breath sharply. She gave his balls another kiss and brought her fingers back down against his prostate.

“She’s coming back,” Leon gasped out.

“That’s good.” Ada sounded purposefully apathetic. She started to pump quickly right up around his head again. In very quick order, he felt like he was getting close again.

“Seriously… cut it out…” Leon breathed weakly.

Ada ignored him, aiming his cock directly down and starting to pump the head almost furiously. He was straining hard against her hand, only made worse with each throb and jump that her kisses and invasive fingers prompted.

“Leon-” Ashley started, as she came close, brandishing a crowbar that looked like it had seen better decades, but was far better than nothing. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”

“Yeah, fine.” Leon quickly blurted, trying to hide his near-ecstasy.

“You’re all sweaty and out of breath,” She commented almost innocently.

“One of the rocks fell,” He had to practically bark the words. He hoped it was any kind of cover. “Making it hard to breathe. Digging into me.”

“Oh, damn!” Ashley exclaimed, her voice worried. She set the gun down as gingerly as if it might explode and then brandished the crowbar with both hands. “Which one is it? Let me help!”

“No!” Leon yelped. “Give it to me!”

Ashley looked at him with worry as Leon grunted and tried to reach for the tool in her hands. Ada hadn’t slowed for even a second, seeming to take glee in the sounds he was making, even grinding her fingers harder into his prostate when he tried to speak.

“It’s deep in the wall, it’d be easier for me to get it out than to tell you.” Leon **** himself to speak more slowly and calmly, even though his voice kept jumping and his breath was short. “Just… let me do it. It hurts.”

Her expression was pitying, though he preferred that at least in the moment to any sign she grasped something was happening. Handing him the crowbar, she took a step back and clasped her hands nervously. Leon **** the metal bar in between the stone under him and the one next to it, discharging clumps of mud and gravel.

“You said-” She started, but swallowed whatever had come next after he let out a particularly sharp groan.

Leon felt the stone underneath him loosening enough that he could probably have **** it out from under him, so long as he didn’t mind a small landslide in the process. Instead he contorted to start moving some of the pileup on his sides. Fortunately, it wasn’t as if the whole of the wall above him was sagging. It was a small collapse, centered around a stone that had been clearly removed to allow for a dog or some child to sneak through. He was pretty sure, if he removed the right rocks, he’d be able to-

Ada pushed him mercilessly over the edge and Leon felt the crowbar slipping from his hands, Ashley giving a yelp and then staring at him in bewilderment. Leon’s cock jumped and swelled in her hand, held straight down as she moved from quick motions around the head to long, wringing pumps with a firm squeeze. Pleasure exploded out of him, the continued pressure on his prostate seeming to send electricity out through each pulse along with his load. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth popped open and he let out a groaning pant. He was probably making all manner of embarrassing, hard-to-explain faces for Ashley, but he couldn’t help it. Leon’s hips pumped and dropped, his balls squeezed and Ada kissed them softly. His load felt oversized, overstressed, and overdue. A wash of white, blissful relief coming as he emptied himself, filling his head and making him curl his toes in his boots.

As it finally wore down, he was reduced to the occasional shudder as Ada squeezed harder and gave him a final few pumps, rubbing the soft spot inside of him gently and coaxing out more than he would have expected. Continual little dribbles and spurts aimed directly down between his legs, milking the last of what he had inside of him. Asshole squeezing and puckering around her invading fingers, making it feel like he couldn’t completely shut and complete the motion his body was trying to make. When she finally slipped her fingers out, he felt an uncomfortable clench, only punctuated by her planting a kiss directly between it and his balls.

“Sorry,” Leon finally breathed out. “Getting the rock moved felt really…”

“Uh-huh,” Ashley responded with a judgemental expression. He had no idea if she knew. Obviously an eighteen-year-old girl would know about the birds and the bees, maybe even know what an O-face looked like. But what, realistically, would she have to expect? There was no chance she knew anyone was back there.

Ashley handed him the crowbar off of the ground and Leon went back to work. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t have a problem after a few seconds, but waited until Ada pulled up his pants again. He grimaced as she did. She’d aimed his orgasm directly down between his legs, into his boxers. His warm but rapidly cooling release had soaked the crotch of his underwear, squishing wetly into his skin as she rebuttoned and rezipped his pants. He could only hope she hadn’t left a stain.

Leon surged forward, breaking through the hole easily as he moved the stone under him and to the side of him at the same time. There was a small collapse of rocks and mud onto his boots as he toppled forward free, but after a moment he was able to pick himself up and dust himself off. Glancing down, he thanked his lucky stars that he’d picked a dark pair of pants. There wasn’t any stain he could see. No matter what weird expressions he’d just pulled, no matter what she thought, there was no evidence that Ashley would notice.

“Thanks,” He nodded to Ashley and picked his gun up. “Let’s get moving. And not mention this.”

“Sure,” Ashley responded quizzically. She was still looking at him like she suspected something, but obviously had no reason to assume anything.

“Good luck, you two!” Ada called from the other side of the wall.

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