8 carelessly rushed from the bucket elevator he had just come from and speed walked almost blindly into the intriquite set of hallways and holding rooms that had been added to the Cathedral. He passed by each room, knowing some of what was in each, but forgetting others, and rushing by the ones he had no idea about. When he came to the door he wanted, he sighed in relief, though he wasn't entirely relieved if his crotch had anything to say about it.
He quietly pushed open the door (as quietly as someone of his size could) and stepped inside of the dark, empty room. No one really ever went inside of this one, since for now it was empty besides a table and a few extra chairs that had been scavenged and needed to be fixed before use, so it was perfect for what 8 had in mind.
8 gently relieved himself of the tight prison of cloth and sighed slightly as his semi-hard cock was freed. For a minute he just thought about things. The painful throbbing was now hardly anything, and it couldn't have been a coincidence that when aroused, it got better. He wanted to ask 2 about it, but not yet. 8 was tough, he didn't need anyone thinking what could very possibly just be a temporarily sickness like the flu affected him this much, so he'd wait to see if it went away by itself before telling anyone.
For now, though...
8 gently palmed his erection, wondering how he could be in pain and yet be aroused at the same time but letting the thought fall when pleasure flowed through him at his own touch. He glanced toward the door once before continuing, stroking himself now, his hand clenched tightly around his endowed member as thoughts of 7 grinding against her own weapon and 9 tied-up and 1's hips swinging...
His member gave a twitch at that particular thought, and all pain seemed to leak from him, only to pulse back, now hardly noticeable after the pleasurable tensing of his cock.
"Ohh, nnh, that felt..." 8 moaned, surprising himself. Usually it was the submissive he was giving it to that moaned those words...
There was a sudden knock on the door. 8 literally growled, not thinking about why someone would knock on the door to this room, but rather that whoever it was was going to be pummeled by his fist.
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