He Did Him for Free
Setting his bags down after flying in to the “Super Epic Dad Meetup Party,” gyroninja was glad to see that with rank comes privilege. As befitting of someone of his grooming prowess and status as King of the Discord Server, he had the best room in the best wing of the hotel – the Presidential Suite. All of the jannies had nice rooms in the VIP wing, but this was the finest. While not one for creature comforts, he appreciated the extra space. His command center was going to take up a lot of room. Gently, he set his “#1 Confirmed Bea DMs” plaque on the minibar that he would never use and gave it a loving polish. He worked hard for this. For free. With a self-satisfied grin, gyro unpacked his surveillance equipment and ran a quick check. All the cameras and microphones he had arranged in the dads’ rooms were working perfectly. “Sasuga, ninja” he said to no one in particular. He sent off a few more DMs than necessary to Bea letting her know that everything was proceeding according to keikaku. What’s the point of being damn good at your volunteer job if you can’t show off a little? With that, he threw a shuriken at his dad tier list poster to find the first surveillance target. “Fuck” he muttered under his breath. “Why did it have to be him?” Nonetheless, he bravely switched to the appropriate camera feed. He wasn’t going to get a chance to taste those feet without following orders, was he?
In Megane’s room, the camera slowly came into focus as the infrared emitters and microphone woke from their slumber. While the room wasn’t as spacious or fancy as the jannies’, CC had still made a respectable coomer’s nest out of the place as far as that goes. Completely dark but for the pale glow of a laptop screen, the night vision camera still pierced the veil of shadow obscuring the many empty liquor bottles strewn about the vicinity of the minibar. The sound of gentle sobbing and the futile clattering of a metallic enclosure confirmed it. This was definitely the correct room. With a sigh, gyro pulled up Bea’s file on the target, including details about his megane donations, porn preferences (going to need another drive in the array at this rate) and the controls to his cage. The ninja hovered his cursor over the RELEASE button before suddenly saying “You wish!” and chuckling while adding another week onto the timer. Anyway, time to stop fucking around. This whole meetup party was simply a pretext Beatani had cooked up to test out the MATCHMAKER (Making All The Closeted Homos Mingle And Kinky Encounters Result) machine learning algorithm she had trained on dads’ Beatinder profiles they had served her on a silver platter, those choroi bastards. All he had to do was execute it and dad dicks would be going in dad butts post haste. “And… go.” The most compatible dad popped up immediately. Gyro did a doubletake at the result. This couldn’t be right… could it? The only thing he trusted more than Beatani was his true oshi, data, and there it was, staring him in the face, cold and undeniable. He was going to have to fuck some leprechaun ass tonight. For science. For Bea.
Bea’s dedicated right hand man prepared for his task with the grim sense of duty befitting a ninja. He had changed into a nice silk robe for easy removal when the time came and set a bottle of ISO 19671 compliant personal lubricant in a warming canister, not that there were going to be any condoms to worry about tonight. Laying out the contents of the ludicrously expensive minibar gyro shook his head. Sure, Bea would be comping all the expenses from selling the recordings she was making of the night’s dad encounters but he still couldn’t help but think it would be better spent on upgrading the Minecraft server or boosting Discord. Oh well. He sent his mark a DM offering some free gacha tokens if he would stop by his room and sent Bea three DMs for no particular reason. A glance at his “#1 Confirmed Bea DMs” plaque filled him with a little shame, and he gently covered it with a cloth to hide the sins of the night from his pride and joy. “It will all be worth it in the end. I want to believe it so it’s true” he thought to himself, not sure if he really did believe it.
It didn’t take long for a gentle knock on the door to alert him of Cagechama’s presence. Gyro opened the door and waved in the Risuna pajama clad figure, halfheartedly gesturing at the carefully arranged contents of the minibar. He didn’t have to be asked twice and eagerly cracked open a pint of tequila. It was going to be one of those nights. “So, Dave, I can call you Dave, right? Anyway, I got these Final Fantasy XIV redeemable codes from one of Square Enix’s marketing guys on the plane. I mentioned that I knew someone who liked playing and he hooked me up.” Gyro swallowed nervously. “Remember the file, this one likes it rough” he reminded himself. “Look, I know you want these. There’s something I want too. You hook up with me and I’ll hook you up in turn.” Megane was already a little drunk at this point and it was hard to tell if the redness in his face was from the alcohol or the bold approach. He broke eye contact, but the ninja knew the rear entrance would be unguarded. Games could come later; it was time for action.
The Discord admin turned volunteer escort’s hand raced up CC’s inner thigh and ripped off his pajama bottoms. He had clearly been doing Nair reps for the only thing visible was smooth, hairless skin and the glint of a chastity cage struggling to contain his rapidly swelling member. Gyro’s robe was off his body in a moment after, falling to the floor with a grace belying the rest of the scene. Squirting his ample member with lube like mustard on the world’s most diabolical hotdog, he thrust his spear home where it met with surprisingly little resistance. Pleased that his elasticity calculations had been correct, he began thrusting back and forth like a rutting bull who just won his prize. This was kind of like what they call “fun” wasn’t it? For his part, the glasses enjoyer wasn’t a dead fish either, thrusting back with his hips in syncopated rhythm to the slapping of his partner’s family jewels. They weren’t exactly making love, but they were making a music of sorts. It didn’t take long for the stud to finish, unleashing the fruits of his labor across Megane’s megane at his insistence. Maybe that wasn’t so bad after all. Ushering the now sticky Irishman to do the walk of shame back to his room with his promised payment of gacha codes, the totally drained dad picked up his phone to DM Bea the results of his experiment only to find she had messaged him first. “Shit, that was five minutes ago!” he panicked. Reading the message did nothing to calm him. “Hey gyro, you didn’t run that script, did you? It was broken and I was going to fix it, but mendokusai.” “Nope, sure didn’t” he lied, pale in the face. He would take that secret to his grave. “Anyway gyro, send Colon a message asking for a favor. Tell him it’s about Yuki.”