Notes

Morel finds himself bored during the last days leading up to the selection, so he decides to play with Netero.
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Morel moaned in boredom, his smoke pipe long forgotten. He had waited there, in that room, for hours and hours, and there was nothing to do. Going out would risk exposure, so he knew that wasn't an option. Then, as he lay on his back and stared up at the blank, white ceiling, he got an idea, and walked over to Knov.
"Hey," he said, "can you use your power to get me to Netero?"
Knov looked up and raised one of his eyebrows inquisitively. "Why?"
Morel laughed. "Just to talk to him, y'know, maybe a little bit of sparring to get the old man back in shape."
Knov simply sighed, and pointed one of his fingers outward, creating a circle with it, which quickly expanded into a black hole. He gestured into it before sitting back and sighing.
Morel grinned and jumped in.
When he finally got through, he saw Netero, shirtless, doing one-armed push-ups. He licked his lips in anticipation. The old man looked delicious.
Netero turned around and noticed Morel, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Oh, me? I was bored, so I thought we might have a little fun." He winked at Netero, which he, in turn, groaned at.
"We can't." Netero said. "There's too much at stake."
"Oh, come on." Morel said. "We have seven days left. Let's try to enjoy ourselves a little."
Netero groaned again. "You mean, you, not us."
Morel grinned. "I can see your erection, grandpa. Don't even try to deny it."
He walked toward the old man, and tore off his pants immediately. His mouth began salivating, and without thought, Morel latched his mouth onto Netero's left nipple, suckling at his pectoral as if it were a lollipop. Netero moaned in pleasure, in reply, falling back onto the cool, white tiles, and reveling in the feeling. Morel smirked, and bit his nipple, which made the old man cry out in pleasure, and spasm suddenly.
"Mmmm..." Morel groaned at the apparent flavor that Netero's body had to offer. "You taste so good..."
Netero moaned at that too, as Morel continued to work his pectoral as if his life depended on it.
Morel continued to his other pectoral, moaning again at the firmness, and smoothness, he found there. He had to wonder how the old man maintained this kind of body in his age.
His hands wandered down to Netero's ass, pressing it firmly, and Netero moaned again in affirmation, urging Morel to continue. He pressed his bearded face into Morel's shoulder, moaning wantonly at the pleasure being forced onto him.
The chairman's hands wandered up Morel's well-built body, and grasped a button of his shirt, attempting to hold onto it for dear life as Morel relentlessly teased his body.
"Your..." he gasped. "Your shirt... needs off..." He managed to muster in his overwhelming state of pleasure.
Morel backed his head off, and Netero groaned in relief and fell back onto the floor, completely exhausted.
However, his head shot back off, as he felt Morel's warm mouth land on his body once again, and his eyes rolled back into his head. All conscious thought flowed out of his head like a waterfall, and he began to gasp Morel's name, like a prayer.
"Fuck!" He cried out. "Yes, please, oh god!"
Morel maintained his grin, pleased at the deliciousness of Netero's body. "I don't know." He jokingly said. "Don't you think god's a little overbearing? Let's stick with "Morel" for now, yeah?"
Netero cried out in pleasure again, this time, he nearly screamed, his head flying backwards in a futile attempt to get away from the overwhelming pleasure Morel was giving him.
"Just, shut up!" He cried out, and his hands slipped back, falling to his sides loosely as he began to lose himself, his cock gushed wildly with pre-cum, something which made Morel's mouth simply salivate at the thought.
Unable to control himself, the middle-aged man leaned down, and devoured Netero's cock, like a feral beast would his best, and last, meal. With that, Netero cried out one last shout, of pleasure, of helplessness, and he closed his eyes and fell back onto the floor, unable to take anymore.
Morel sighed and got up, his mouth filled with foreign pleasures.
"Oh," he muttered absent-mindedly, "he's already passed out? Well, I guess that just makes it easier for me to restrain him!"
Netero woke up hazily, unable to recall what had happened to him a few minutes ago. It took him a couple of seconds to realize he couldn't move. His head moved around wildly, and scanned his environment. He was completely naked, and his hands and feet were tied... with smoke.
The old man groaned in tiredness. How far was Morel going to take this. Then, he heard footsteps, and his snapped upwards quickly, and he found Morel, also naked, holding a large vibrator in his hands.
Netero's erection grew as he stared at the naked man, and Morel grinned at the erection.
"The fun's just starting." He said.