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Grindcast Monsters	By : Garlyle Category: +S through Z > Weapon Shop De Omasse Views: 1117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yuhan was beginning to wonder if he was becoming a little bit... what was the word, exactly? Peeping Tom? No, that wasn't it, too plain. Voyeuristic. That was the one he was looking for. Voyeuristic.
The Grindcast was a neat idea, but he'd never come to appreciate it at first. The random feed of written messages that came in from across the globe weren't that interesting to him, usually; but when he got voice feed directly from his clients, it became a little more fascinating than he wanted to admit. He'd learned things about people he never thought he'd learn - like it or not.
Friedel was the 'or not' half of that.
It still made Yuhan's blood boil to think of what Friedel had done. The clients he befriended, knew by face and, because of the Grindcast, knew by life and secrets; he worried himself sick over them some nights. Knowing that if his work was done poorly, it could cost them their lives. So he sunk his heart and soul into those weapons, and Friedle had frankly defaced them with his farce.
And of course, the would-be 'hero' had the gall to not simply let things be. He was so insistant on some foolish idea of 'making it up to Yuhan'. Which was sweet, sort of, or would have been if it didn't make things so complicated. Friedel was actually improving and actually making good on his promise to Yuhan, to his family, and to himself. He was still a coward but, one way or another, he was getting over it.
Irritating, Yuhan thought, because it meant he couldn't just be over Friedel.
He listened in to everyone on the Grindcast, when they held his weapons. Even overnight, sometimes - he'd take the receiver back to his room above the shop and listen in as he laid down for the night. There usually much wasn't going on though, but the distant sounds of a campfire nearby from one of his clients who was out travelling overnight, just the sounds of the wild, they'd become somewhat calming.
He paid specific attention to Friedel, whenever he got the chance. In a way, he hoped he'd catch Friedel lying again so he could tell the pain in the neck to get the hell out and, this time, never come back. And thus be just done with everything about him.
Friedel was out on some quest or another - they sort of blurred together, really. Yuhan, as every night, was safe in his room, laid out in boxers and undershirt under the covers, ready to fall asleep. He was just managing it when a familiar yelp pierced from the grindcast just before Yuhan turned it off.
He knew he ought to get some rest, but Yuhan rolled onto his side and got comfortable to listen. A shout like that, it probably meant some monster had shown up in the middle of the night. How disappointing that he knew that frightened noise to belong to Friedel specifically, before even hearing a word. The sound quality was good, so he must have been right next to the weapon; maybe had it in his hand.
"Wh-what the heck...? Hey, this is supposed to be a safe place to rest, right? Oh mercy, it's on my leg, where's my spear?"
Okay, not in his hand. Was he sleeping completely in the dark? Idiot. Double idiot if he'd forgotten where his weapon was at such a crucial moment.
"Oh god it's leaking something, I hope that's not poison--ugh, it's super sticky. C'mon, let go of me! What kind of thing are you, anyway? ...oh, y-you're one of... those...?"
Those? What kind of monster was it, exactly? Since Friedel hadn't picked up the weapon, he wasn't getting any information on that front. Something sticky, something that had grabbed him by the leg and wasn't letting go...? He listened curiously, a little worried for Friedel at this point. Overhearing someone getting killed would certainly not be a happy end to his day, even if it was Friedel. Sure, the fake knight frustrated him, but Yuhan. hardly wished for his death.
"N-no, hey, listen, monster! I'm a guy! G-u-y! I don't have, erm... that! There's nowhere for your tentacles to go, you hear me? So just... let me go, yeah? Yeah!"
Tentacles? What kind of monster had sticky tenta--oh. Oh. Yuhan's face went red, although it wasn't like there was anyone who'd see it. He'd heard a story, once, from Mr. Kiss. He'd thought the gigantic bard had been making it up. He'd stuttered over his words for a while before reminding Grape that he was in fact still only fifteen and therefore a little too young for this kind of vivid imagery, and that had made Grape stop.
"Nonono, stop right there, th-those are my pants! That--ahh! D-don't touch that! You see? I'm a guy! Male! No... no hole there! S-so... s-stop touching... ahhh..."
Well, he'd done his best to erase the imagery Grape had painted for him, but suddenly it was all coming back full force. And this time, instead of some faceless maiden, here he had to imagine the scene that was actually being played out right next to his weapon. Had to imagine Friedel, pants down, legs wrapped up in tentacles, being absolutely fondled by this thing, leaving sticky fluids all over--
No. This was not a good thing to listen to. He should just hit stop right now.
"S-someone? Anyone? H-help, seriously, this thing's gonnaaaaHHHH!"
Yuhan's hand hovered away from the Grindcast for a moment, then instead of turning it off, he just turned it down. His heart was racing, a little out of fear for Friedel, but a little out of... excitement? He had little time to think about it, just knew that whenever there was a moment of silence from Friedel he could hear his heart pounding now. What had the creature just done to Friedel? Surely, it hadn't...
"T-too big...! I'm not... that doesn't fit there...! S-stop it, stop touching my... you're making it hard...!"
It had. It most definitely had. Friedel was doing a fantastic job completely the picture in Yuhan's head, whether the blacksmith wanted it or not. Somewhere, wherever Friedel had been camping, he was now being held down with tentacles, naked from the waist down (Maybe it had pulled off more clothing by now?); thick, glistening appendages wrapped around his front to tease him and another one; a thick one, impossibly thick in Yuhan's mind, that was pounding between his legs.
It was slightly offputting to realise he only had these mental images because of the behemoth that was Grape, but as his mind wandered he vaguely realised that its association with Grape was the only part of the mental image he actually didn't like.
"Stop, please...! I-it's in too deep...! Oh god, I, n-no, seriously, s-someone save me, ah..."
Yuhan swore that if he listened enough, he could hear it. Could hear the monster making its movements, squishing its way in and out of Friedel's body, the sticky mystery goop from earlier making the pounding more audible.
"N-no, get that thing off--ahhh! I can't... that feels so... can't keep taking this... gonna...!"
The sound that Friedel made next, breathless and desperate, and yet so insistant on fighting. There was only one thing it could be - he'd been forced to orgasm. How? What kind of 'thing' had the monster used? Yuhan could only imagine it, and his imagination went wild, making the scene messier and messier in his head with each different possibility. It would have continued if not for Friedel's next words.
"S-stop already...! Hah... I already... n-no way, not my mou--mmf!"
Yuhan listened intently to the sounds that were suddenly muffled, the cries - and crying. Friedel was crying now? Maybe this'd be the thing to scare him away from adventuring for good. It was a surprisingly cold thought, but, just like Oyaji had taught him - it was a ruthless business. He wasn't nearly as scared for Friedel's life, not after realising that kind of monster wasn't interested in killing someone. All the adrenaline in his system was nothing but arousal.
It took him a little too late to realise that what he was hearing more of by now was his own heavy breathing. He wasn't even sure when he'd stuck his hands down his own boxers, so wrapped up in his imagination and the amazing audio; it was only when he realised he couldn't hold back anymore that he even realised he'd been jacking off. He didn't have many chances to do it, usually so tired after work; but rarely did he have any material anywhere near as vivid as this. The orgasm that hit Yuhan was the strongest he'd ever had, and for a few seconds he couldn't hear anything other than his own moans and the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.
It was afterwards that he realised he'd just listened in to one of his customers getting molested by a monster against their will. More than that, he'd gotten off on it. And it was Friedel, of all people. He didn't think himself attracted to Friedel, but clearly the mental image involving the other had just given him a mind blowing climax. It didn't exactly feel good, but nor did it feel nearly as disturbing as he realised it should have. Maybe it was just satisfying, in a twisted way, that it was Friedel specifically this happened to? Maybe it was just because he rarely got any actual exposure to people having sex, nevermind still being a virgin himself? ...Was Friedel a virgin before this? Would--wait, no, he didn't want to pursue that train of thought. Grape was bad enough being associated with sex in his head, the last person he wanted associated with it was Friedel.
Except...
"Nnn... mff... nmr... mmm..."
He was moaning, now. Friedel was moaning, and clearly the beast wasn't done with him. Had Friedel just given in? The mental images came surging back and Yuhan felt himself twitching between his sticky hands. Crap. He was going to get hard again like this, and he was tired.
...but, well, it wasn't like there was anything he could do for Friedel, and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, right?
Yes, Yuhan thought to himself; the Grindcast was definitely making him a Voyeur, in the worst ways. But as he started moving his own hands again, listening to stifled moans and muffled whimpers, picturing Friedel helpless body as it must have been... Yuhan decided he'd deal with the guilt in the morning.
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