TicciMask by NIGHTtotheCORE

Ch 1: Payback

(Ticci Toby's POV)

Getting tired of only killing little children, I decided to up my game and take on teens around my own age (17) who actually had a chance to fight back, make it more interesting for me. I entered the house of my first victim through the large, wide open window on the 2nd floor beside a ancient apple tree that I used to reach said window. By using the faded light of the street lamps outside I could identify a sleeping figure on a single bed against the opposite wall of the bedroom.

Cautiously, I crept into the room and almost instantly noticed there was a problem; there were no signs of life nor the sound of breathing coming from the bed. I tiptoed over making as little noise as possible and pulled back the covers, only to find pillows in a human like structure. "This is bad." I muttered out loud to no one in particular. Soon I could hear deep, heavy breathing right behind me and before I could so much as blink, a rock collided with my skull, knocking me out cold instantly.

I woke up clueless about how long I'd been unconscious for. It was then I realized my wrists and ankles were bound to each of the four bed posts, leaving me lying spread-eagled on the bedsheets. Naturally, I began to panic but concluded it would be far more logical to calmly observe my surroundings to perhaps understand the situation a little better. It was still rather dark outside. Assuring myself that I hadn't been asleep for long, my eyes wandered around in their sockets, eventually adjusting to the darkness. I was starting to see around the room a bit more clearly by now. Turning my head away from the ceiling, I saw the figure of a man sitting on the edge of a chest-of-draws, face turned towards me. Unmoving. Even in the dim light I could see what he was wearing; a white mask with black feminine features and a tan coloured jacket...

"Masky, what the fuck?" I growled. He replied with a humored chuckle before sliding off his perch and sauntering over to me. He stopped just beside the bed, cocking his head to one side as he examined me from under his mask. While he wore said mask, I was unable to read his facial expression, but I could only assume he was smirking sadistically at me. I shot him a look from under my orange goggles that disguised my mocha colored eyes, indicating that I would slaughter him as soon as I was out of these bindings. I struggled against the restraints, desperate to break free but to no avail.

"I've been waiting for you Toby," Masky whispered quietly, his voice lightly muffled by the mask, as was mine when I wore the grey mouth guard used to hide the disfigurement on my left cheek. "I have had enough of your annoyance so I decided to have a little," he inhales sharply. "fun, with you tonight."

I could only glare at him in bewilderment. Have a little fun? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

Masky leapt gracefully onto the mattress, hovering over me with both hands above my head. Shifting down so he was straddling my stomach, he carefully and slowly reached a hand to my face, gently removing my mouth guard and and goggles, removing his mask also. I gazed, transfixed at his heartbreaking profile, melting into his deep espresso coloured orbs.

"You're cuter than I could ever imagine, if I'd known you were this adorable I would have done this much sooner." Masky cooed, tracing an gloved thumb over my lips and cheekbones.

After a brief hesitation from his part, and before I could acknowledge what the bloody hell was happening, his mouth crashed down onto mine in a violent yet passionate kiss. Any normal person would've been in pain from the sudden assault, but because I was immune to it, I felt nothing except electric sparks of a different sort of adrenaline I'd never experienced before shoot through my body from my chest to my toes. Masky's lips moved against my own, but I did not react. I was determined to keep my mouth shut and still he made futile attempts to have me return his "offer". His tongue soon started to subtly graze my lower lip, practically begging for access to the insides of my oral cavity. Naturally, I refused.

Already impatient with not having his way, Masky reached a hand down to my crotch and squeezed my flaccid dick through my jeans. Hard. This caused me to utter a cry of shock allowing Masky to take full control and shove his hot tongue into my mouth. I knew better than to bite back, so just lay still and let him do his thing, weeping silently. Now I could feel his tongue swirling around my hot, wet cavern, sliding over mine and sucking on it as I eventually submitted, mainly because of all the grinding he was doing on me. This resulted with me sighing in defeat, forcing my lips to match his. I think Masky was surprised yet pleased when I met his kiss with equal enthusiasm, encouraging him to pull away for air, only to start nibbling and sucking on my; neck, the depression at the base of my throat and my collar bone.

By this point I had given up trying to contain my moans of bliss as Masky worked his magic on my now semi erect cock. I could sense that Masky had his own... problem, as his breathing seemed to be deeper, faster- almost pained. I frowned in confusion and whined in disappointment when he abruptly ceased his movements, until I heard the sound of a fly zipper being undone. My breathing hitched and face blushed tomato red in anticipating embarrassment as Masky brought his fully erect hard-on to my face. "Suck." Masky commanded. I obliged, making direct eye contact with him as I willingly took his penis into my mouth and begin to suck him off the best I could whilst still being handcuffed to the bedposts.

Wrapping my tongue and lips around his erection, I hollowed my mouth and hummed as I bobbed my head back and forth, deep-thoating him as both our eyes closed in content. A shudder of ecstasy over came Masky as I made swallowing actions to heighten his senses, sending them into hyperdrive. Ten minutes later, Masky groaned a warning "Toby~!" as he ejaculated down my throat. I made sure to drink every last drop, a satisfied smile adorned both our faces, blissfully unaware of the silent drone hovering in the corner of the room, recording and live-streaming our every move to a certain laptop back at the Slenderman Mansion.