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Voyeurism

Daily battles meant the Commander didn't have any time to himself - especially if he was someone everyone looked up to. It was suffocating to be constantly looked at and bothered. So when the weekend came, Commander was exceptionally happy. Everyone finally got a break from the zombies and attacks and he might even be left alone! Unfortunately, his joy would be quickly diminished when a worried Freezer came up to him talking about how Pyro fucked his gun up.

"He just.... He burned it and melted! What do I do now? Electroshocker is asleep and you're the only one who really knows about our weapons..." Commander wanted to die. Freezer was on the verge of tears as he stared down at his melted mess of a gun.

"Okay, here," Commander sighed, "give me your gun. I'll fix it." The other man visibly brightened. Once he handed the weapon to Commander, he grasped his hands tightly with a smile on his face.

"You're the best! Thank you!" Commander shooed him off with a huff, his hands were ice cold and it was incredibly uncomfortable. "Right- sorry. I'll get going, thank you again!" Freezer scurried off and ran into the Cafeteria (probably going to scold Pyro and brag about how he got the Commander to help him personally).

So much for a day off...

By the time Commander fully fixed Freezer's ray, it was already dinnertime. DJ came and knocked on his door to announce it.

"Hey, sir, it's dinner. Medic wants you to eat with us tonight," he said. Commander rubbed a hand against his face, fixed gun in hand.

"Alright. Tell her I'll be there in a minute, I need to give this to Freezer."

"Yessir."

Commander groaned and cracked his back when he stood. Then he started to make his way to the Cafeteria.

'Dinner wasn't eventful,' Commander wrote in his daily record, 'Freezer started sobbing happy tears when he received the updated and fixed weapon which surprisingly didn't cause any chaos than it normally would have.' Commander closed the book and glanced out the window to stare at the setting sun. He sighed. How could he ever catch a break?

...

An idea suddenly popped into his head.

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"This is humiliating," Commander said as he shut his door. On his bed was a dildo (much to embarrassment, the Commander was tired of his fingers and decided he wanted something...more so there he made his own toy). Commander had made sure everyone was asleep before he stripped, the worst thing, in his opinion, would be one of his teammates to walk in on him doing such an act. He carefully folded his clothes on the chair next to his bed in an attempt to be as modest as possible.

He slid onto his bed and raised his rear up to where it was comfortable enough. Commander slowly brushed his fingers against his hole as if he were teasing himself. Getting impatient with himself, he let his fingers slip in with ease.

His fingers worked in and out of his hole feverishly. "Mmhn.... Hah-" Commander buried his face in his pillow, a bright red painting his scrunched face. Warmth pooled in his belly with each crook of his finger. After enough preparation, Commander moved to lay on his back and he pulled his fingers out. He held the phallic object in his hand and brought it to his mouth, his lips cupping the top of it before completely engulfing it. It was large, larger than anything he had ever taken in his mouth but he managed to get halfway down before gagging. A string of saliva came from his lips after he pulled the dildo out. He let out a couple of gasps for air before he trailed a hand down his stomach and stopped at his ass.

"Here goes nothing..."

It took him time to get fully adjusted to the weight and thickness inside of him. "Oh.... Fuck...
Ngh..." he let out a pleased sigh. Commander grabbed the base of the dildo and moved it in and out as a test run, his skin was on fire and already red. His eyes rolled back into his head when the makeshift dildo pushed in. The stimulation was putting him on the brink of orgasm already. "Shit... oh god..." Commander knew he was probably being loud but he gave up on caring early on.

In another room, DJ was wide awake, listening to creaks of wood and a sound of what sounded like crying or moans of pain. He was fighting the urge to figure out what and where it was happening but he knew that he would be punished for being out so late... after another whine echoed through the walls, he decided couldn't take it anymore and grabbed a baseball bat as protection. He hurriedly stumbled around the mess of dirty clothes and wires and unlocked the door to investigate.

He walked down each hallway and peeked into everyone's rooms, everyone was completely knocked out. Except for one. Could it really be coming from the Commander's room? DJ felt his heart rate spike. Is he in danger?! DJ made his way to the end of the final hallway. A golden plate, much different compared to the usual silver plate, was labelled 'COMMANDER' in bold letters.

DJ crept up to the Commander's door, baseball bat in hand. If there was an intruder or something, DJ wanted to stealth attack them (maybe all those ninja movies were getting to his head. Damn you Ranger!). There weren't any screams of help so DJ assumed it had to be something minor. The wooden door creaked open a tad bit, enough for him to peep in carefully. What DJ saw was something he could have never imagined to be behind it.

There, crying and whimpering, was THE Commander fucking himself on the bed. Drool dribbled down his chin as he pressed harder against his hand. DJ could hear a faint squelching sound. It was like one of those cheesy pornos DJ would watch as a teen - yet, it was so undeniably... attractive. Commander let out a loud moan when one specific thrust hit something in him. Without his usual sunglasses covering his oh so expressive eyes, DJ could see his eyes widen and his pupils dilate even more.

DJ stood there in shock and slid down onto his knees to avoid being spotted. He looked down at his tightening shorts. 'Am I getting hard?!' DJ wanted to smack himself. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't look away. He was mesmerized by both Commander's moans and the fact it was such a vulnerable moment. 'Whatever. Fuck it, if I get caught I'll just say it was an accident or something stupid like that.' he gave in and reached into his shorts.

DJ felt a little guilty to be getting off on this. 'I'm such a fucking voyeur,' he thought as he stroked his cock, his eyes flitting from himself to Commander. 'I will be so dead if he finds out I'm jacking off to him masturbating.' Commander went faster and started to moan something. His words were slurred together and he was gasping out of pleasure.

"Oh god-! Faster, fuck me faster! DJ," what?, "DJ you're so big-" WHAT? DJ's brain had completely fried at that very moment.

'Okay maybe I don't feel so bad now.'

He began to stroke in time with Commander's moans. 'God dammit, how can he handle this... speed?' DJ was feeling overwhelmed. His imagination was getting ahead of itself as he was imagining being in that very room with Commander, doing what Commander himself was imagining.

Commander moved his stray hand to fondle his nipples. "Guh- huh, I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum!" Commander whined, his voice significantly higher than his normal one.

'Shit, I think I'm going to as well.'

"DJ!!"

Both men came at the same time, Commander practically screaming in pleasure and DJ letting out a low grunt. Luckily, Commander was too wrapped up in his own mind that he didn't hear DJ. Since the two had came, the only sounds were Commander's heavy panting and whining and the almost unrecognizable sound of DJ standing up and pulling his pants back on. Commander chose to ignore it, the warmth of cumming spread around his body.

DJ slinked off awkwardly, cum already drying on his hand, a reminder of what he just did. "I don't think I'll ever look at Commander the same ever again." He mumbled to himself. "But god dammit that was hot."

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The next day Commander found a stray baseball bat in front of his door. He shrugged it off. Maybe someone just left it there by accident? Who knows.

It wasn't his problem anyway.