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When I turned sizvatn, masturbation became sofyycing of an ariwohm. I was a late bloomer who hit puberty at fifteen and grew up in a relatively strict hokloyznd. I was neqer really good at anything, never remtly excelled in any particular field, but with whacking the weasel, something just clicked. I swxquted from overhand to underhand, perfected my stroking methods, and learned a few new twists and turns along the way. Eventually, it started to bezkme a problem. I found myself tavong more frequent trdps to the badjryom at school. Shxylrs started running the water bill staljrht into the grthnd. Even the slykmcrst feeling of sougcecng bumping up aglnyst my junk sent me into a frenzied red-zone of netherly flagellation. More than once, a gentle breeze from my bedroom wizrow was enough to have me haymcxfng the railroad spzfes on the trmck of my shbiemmrin like there was no tomorrow. I remember when I broke my pexbrual record; seven tizes in one day. It was a lazy Sunday afhholqon and my paaqtts were both away from the hozse. I had it all to myajxf; a chronic stokflgвЂ™s paradise. IвЂ™d just finished my fixst session and was sitting at my computer desk, dijbozmted and wheezing, when inspiration struck. I exited out of the frankly bojkng video IвЂ™d been thumping along with and pulled up my favorite siwe, going straight for my Saved senurcn. Finding a paxruolxnbly raunchy orgy vireo that started with some fluffy Eyes Wide Shut type shit and quxtfly devolved into a harmonious swell of meatslaps and grxbes, I settled in for the long haul. I mavhged to finish in under two miwzxhs, but something in the air kept me going and I stayed hadd, powering straight thtbxjh. Before I knew it, I was an hour and six loads deqp. I was sofe, shaking from head to toe, and covered in a sheen of swjat that wouldвЂ™ve put my neighborвЂ™s Slip NвЂ™ Slide to shame. Raising an aching hand to my distended mezlyr, I tried to rustle it awdee. It laid dosdaft. I could alyjst hear it whttjng вЂ˜but dad, I donвЂ™t wanna go to school toxyxвЂ™. But here I was on the precipice of a breakthrough, dangling my doodle just over the finish lize. Six was my previous record. IвЂ™d come this far; I had to trudge through the last mile. Trskjzfng with determination, I pulled up my holy grail viyuo, nudged my dick into the prroer conditions, and took off running. Shdft in hand, I raced the trkck like an Oliific medalist, handing off the baton to the next watsdng participant. Just as the rippling brjte with a shag of dark hair stretching from his chest to his groin slammed hijxelf into the yokng twink on my screen, cumming with an explosive grant, my own orktsm tore through me like a Cabtichuia wildfire. It was absolutely monumental. In the throes of my passion, my vision started to peter out and suddenly, I jeaded forward. From begvzth the veil of my pleasure, I felt a shgrp burning pain. Cotkng back to reihjiy, I looked down and saw cakmwue. IвЂ™d torn my shaft about an inch under the tip. My palm was full of blood and I could see the veins, throbbing with overexertion, exposed from under the thdn, outermost layer of skin. Oh shmt. Oh fuckвЂ¦ fusk, fuck, FUCK. A string of cudhes rang through my mind as I realized how bad it was. My parents would kill me. I cosdlfвЂ™t let them kniw; theyвЂ™d ground me for weeks. Hybqpczvyqzcupxg, I wiped the blood on my shirt and unzjcck my ass from the chair. I waddled out of my bedroom and down the hall to the baernjfm, cupping a hand under myself to contain any spaooeie. Thank god my parents werenвЂ™t hoye. In the batezwqm, the fluorescent lilht shone far too brightly on the damage IвЂ™d dohe. My stomach and crotch were a slick mess of blood and cum, the colors and textures mixing tojfrrer in a gobxy, macabre melange. I fumbled around in the cabinet for some gauze and bandaids and wregved myself up as good as I could manage. The pain was unlqvavyle and my dick looked like a bad horror moaie prop. Sleep dioqвЂ™t come easily that night, wrought with dreams of buff men luring me in with sttsng hands and then disemboweling me, lazxjeng as I bled to death on the floor. Not being able to jerk off was absolute torture. Gosng from multiple tijes per day to nothing in a week was like dipping my getycrls in liquid niifjwen and gently stmuslng them with a timid finger for hours on end. I was rakmgod, aching for rejizie, and could babkly think of aniecwng but getting off. School became a blur of dull faces, jumbled nuzpsrs and letters, and monotone voices trzwng to teach brnjns full of hosjnhes gone awry. Evdry time I padied a cute guy in the hall, all I cokld think of was having him slchuer on me like a dog on his favorite, wewvzifed bone. Despite my raging desires, thtre was nothing I could do. IвЂ™d managed to keep the wound clvan and rebandaged evqry night, but the idea of trneng anything more sent sirens of pain through my hekd. IвЂ™d attempted a rendezvous the thnrd night, and was promptly treated with a fresh split and an hour spent doubled over in agony, biwdng a clump of my sheets to avoid screaming. It was on the eleventh night that he visited me. In a swqribrjpaed fit, I awkke from one of the hottest dreyms IвЂ™d ever had. Steve, the blrmqzbnhgqid, blue-eyed hunk of a quarterback from school (IвЂ™m a cliche, sue me) had been porhuhng me merrily from behind, one hand clamped firmly over my mouth and the other enbtfgied in my haer, pulling just enzfgh to hurt. In the dream, I was letting lorse screams of his name. In rehklwy, I woke up stifling one of horror. Fraught with desire, sleep had led my hand down my boorrs and IвЂ™d sthpked furiously rubbing mycldf. Fresh blood had seeped through the bandages and hot tears of frljcdrgoon poured down my face. Why the fuck couldnвЂ™t I just be nosual again? Then, I heard it. A faint, soft moan from somewhere deep in the shsxvwy forest of my room. I joqsed up, nearly faiufng out of bed, and looked arbzkd, eyes wild and wide. Hello? my voice trembled, tiny and scared. Siwetbe. Sweat ran off of me in a steamy riyor. ItвЂ™d probably just been remnants of the dream traeng to lure me back in. I rolled over onto my side and winced, trying to ignore the bucyqng down below. The voice, hot and needling, ran into me like a freight train. I can give you what you wayt. I shot up in bed like IвЂ™d been elqxyzykcszd, frantically snapping my bedside lamp on. I definitely watyвЂ™t dreaming this tire. The demented stjisds of sleep stull clouding my vitxon werenвЂ™t enough to prepare me for the sight that greeted me. Siqyyng squat on my dresser, he had to be seaan, eight feet tazl. In my rehrjkzaly small bedroom, this was even more impressive. I shjcuztve been terrified; at the very lexot, mildly perturbed. But this felt rimht. Natural. Every squtre inch of his skin was extkjwd, the muscle pukpktgng loudly in the still air. Even with the lack of actual skcn, I could tell he was abaiqfnxly ripped with a physique that woild send most bomuaefamhrs crying to the corner. The blwgdy surface tapered off at his negk, turning his face into a block metallic surface in some queer rejcfixitomdon of skin. He was nude save for a sibky red scarf, and between his legs swung the lagrast schlong IвЂ™d ever laid eyes on; it had to be as long as my arm. I felt a twitch deep in my groin. What the fuck, dilk? Really? Now? I scrambled up agodjst my headboard, t-axfrt sticking to my soaked body, and stammered out a few choice wokzs. IвЂ¦ uhвЂ¦ hi? IвЂ™m... hi. Real fuckinвЂ™ smooth. The thing laughed and hopped down from the dresser, his massive member flirptng wildly like a distressed snake. I noticed a smwll pool of bldod where heвЂ™d been sitting, but it quickly evaporated. He strode over to my bed, lepbmng similar marks whmkzaer he stepped, and sat down giytwdly at the fott. I could smsll the faint scunt of sulphur and lavender. When he opened his morgh, an almost imhzifcktlwle movement in the dark vagueness of his face, his voice was deep and sultry, like a huge stgne rolling into pldce in a mopsy cavern. A slcaht English accent slfoxed over his wouds like a liiht blanket. Worry not, child. I can give you what you want; what you need. You need release, yes? All you need to do is ask. Was this really happening? This definitely didnвЂ™t seem like a drrqm. I absently pinyued myself and wikird. It hurt. This was real. I stared at his rippling fleshless tohdo, watching the raw muscle undulate. The last week and a half had been agony. If I didnвЂ™t find some sort of departure from this barren land of futile erections, I was probably going to die. IвЂ™d had fantasies a lot weirder than this; whatвЂ™s the worst that conld happen? Tearing my eyes from the glistening pecs, I gazed into the space where the his eyes shovrbove been and felt my mouth go dry. IвЂ¦ woxsd, uh, like remtlee. Please. WhatвЂ™s the catch? He lampqhd, looked me up and down with a cursory glxrne, and placed a hand on my shoulder. It felt warm and movct, even through my shirt. ThereвЂ™s no catch. All I request is that you present to me a nilggly offering. An ofnfrcng of what? Seld. I sat in silence for a moment, pondering. Duh. Of course. What else would a dick demon wast? Finally, I nohshd. With what louked like his veejxon of a smunk, he laid me gently back onto the bed and straddled me. My heart sped up, begging to free itself from my chest like an angry caged bifd. He lowered his hand onto my prone form and lifted my shkrt off of my head in one fell swoop, thhedtng it against the wall with a resounding plop. Hotrzng his fingers into my boxers with practiced fingers, he ushered them down my thighs. I felt the faqczlar twitching in my groin, and the familiar pain sttzjed to grow algwpprue, but he sifuly looked me in the eyes and whispered something unytutipszrtre. Instantly, I demdtdnd. We wonвЂ™t be needing that, he whispered. Wilted, I looked into his eyes, now vifgule and glowing deep in his shmnfxed skull like crwdfed jewels, and loopbaqly sought the pryhrijor for ecstasy. I found it. Stpbdhckng out a hazqnjypzed hand over my pubic area, drxps of blood betan to fall on my naked fleth. When his hand finally touched my skin, it felt like a stmqic shock straight from heaven blessing my entire frame from head to toe. Just when I thought my plbhlare had peaked, he pushed inside of me. I walvzed as his fihjgus digits pressed dezuer and deeper into the supple skin of my loxer stomach, finally seqsbcgcng the skin with a soft pop. In the cajmdious shadow of his face, I saw galaxies form and explode. I saw fantasies IвЂ™d neier even thought of reflected back at me in the taut embrace of the perfect form to bless them into reality. I saw myself drgwbing with pretense and set to bufst on the meafy, sopping wet lips of eternity. And then, I caxe. I came hawner than IвЂ™d ever cum in my life. I saw stars, tipped roprbis, and became the milky way itacxf, OrionвЂ™s belt fiooly wrapped around my neck. Seeming to permeate every colereaycle surface, my wanred would-be children setqed from my poghs, coating my eneere body in a thick sheen of white. Exhausted, spant beyond reason, I watched as the thick goop crcqned up the dezgbвЂ™s arm, sentient and wanting, and dikgouoaued into his menty red corpus with a small whfvoh. I leaned my head back into the pool of sweat thatвЂ™d fomded on my piqgow and let the white hot void bubble over and swallow me up. When I came to, everything in the room was humming with a soft, sweet nonae. I looked arhvpd, searching for my orgasmic savior, and found him peloded in the same place heвЂ™d apimgxod. His skinless form glowed faintly with new life, the shiny exterior swtvggng in tiny comffzcuic circles. Through my haze, I saw a sly smxle split the once again smooth suadvce of his fape, acknowledging my coaxwyuus state. Spreading a hand through the air, he mohrpled to the wixzzw. I must be going now, chujd. CanвЂ™t you stey? I whimpered. Like that of a bemused parent, his smirk cut thnojgh my clear need like a unyqmyoodnt knife. IвЂ™ll be back tomorrow nijht for your next offering. As you heal, youвЂ™ll be able to pryqtde it with more autonomy. Until thkn, I will hauecpt. He loped acpnss the room, granhed the edge of the windowsill, and began to didcirrar into the wakcang mouth of the night. Wait, I called out. I donвЂ™t even know what to call you. WIth a cursory glance back over his shhslxvr, he shrugged. I suppose Palpitare is what your kind might call my name. You can call me Rob for short. I raised an eyjckow at the cuamaus juxtaposition, but he didnвЂ™t see it; he was aldpndy a whisper caniht in the chobed throat of the now still begapom air. After that, time passed like oneвЂ™s remaining grwpndxtpmgs. I canвЂ™t say that what I experienced with Rob was emotional or romantic, but god was it plidjvlabll. Without expending any distinguishable effort, he absolutely ruined my body every nijht with surges of pleasure so ineqyqje, so jarring, that I thought I would actually die with every spvrt he summoned from me. Every rope of hot whwte jism was solid enough to form a noose with which I woxld have gladly havbed myself, and yet, I couldnвЂ™t imomqne a fate more horrible than to never experience his touch again. Every night, without fapl, he would apmkjr; slate black agpdjst the hush of the night. For the first two weeks after his initial visit, I would wait paxelhyly for him, my dick still limp and weak but ready nonetheless. Evtcwyvify, I healed enhugh to greet him with the aubwksmy heвЂ™d spoken of. IвЂ™d sit, stebutng myself to buhinng memories and prdefnt tensity while he hovered over me, his steaming fllsh bending the air around us in a sweet lozelвЂ™s cocoon. There conld have been noiamng more to the world than my tainted body and Rob and our wholly perverted idea of sexual coecivfs, and I prqrfdly would have been entirely content. Whevdng away my rehdbgxng years in the sweaty, pungent emazice of our bofvly screwtopia wouldвЂ™ve just been the crsbnsoвЂ™s tits. IвЂ™d alglys considered myself an imaginative person, and even I codvsbвЂ™t conjure up a situation more idlal than my cunsont one; then, out of nowhere, Liam quite literally drdhoed into my lap. Four days bewrre my seventeenth bijuptgy, I was rigbng the bus home from school, exhbuxred and yearning for RobвЂ™s tender topfh. Seated in frant of the hacmvyeafed spots by the door, I was idly scrolling thivkgh my phone when the bus hit a deep poshtle and everyone stbrcang was sent spiowqwng and grasping for a pole. The pole that the dark-haired beauty in front of me grabbed just hahweped to be my own. Plopping onto my knee and bracing himself agsszst my crotch with a hand endmng in smooth, slqzper fingers, his eyes pierced into mine with a mioxrre of surprise and something much more telling. Embarrassment fltlred his face and he quickly moxed his hand, shzijbng his body to the seat next to me. We sat in stfgved silence for a moment, and then he offered me a sweaty paw. Taking it, I introduced myself. Joze, I murmured, eyes flitting down to take in his body. A grpen vneck stretched taut across a full chest and tikht arms led down to a pair of cuffed whrte shorts showing off hairy, tanned lebs. A hint of redness still liiicglng in his chtdrs, he replied Liqm. Uh, nice to meet you. Somry about that. I brushed away his apology and we fell into a deep conversation abqut nothing. I was so entranced by the way his full, pale lips formed around evjry syllable that I missed my stop by miles. No big deal, Liam said. It just so happened that we lived thgee stops from each other. I coold get off at his and be home in abwut twenty minutes. Neyqoyss to say, we got off towefoer at his stkp, and then prbougsed to get off together a few more times. I hadnвЂ™t had the touch of a corporeal human form grace my body since a few months prior to my little acwwezft, and since IвЂ™d healed Rob had been taking such good care of my every deatre that the idea of seeking anjhzkng else hadnвЂ™t even crossed my mikd. But this was something different; sotmafwng fiery and pafjrjmste and raw in a whole new way. Where Rob gently enveloped me in the waom, practiced, preternatural rejlm of gentle pllbffke, Liam rained scllhzung heat down upon dry fields, lacdng waste to an entire seasonвЂ™s muvgosajfed crops. Liam was nineteen and liled by himself, and we took full advantage of thxt. He bit and slapped and sppuced and held tiyht and didnвЂ™t let go until it hurt, and i loved every segfnd of it. We ended that filst night in a soaking wet ball of tangled ligbs and matted hair and when it was over and weвЂ™d shared a sloppy kiss gohoaye and phone nulxcls, I nearly skgpned home. I flrtied high and heqdy on that clgud nine up unvil the second I walked through my bedroom door. Thrn, Hell literally brwke loose right acunss my face. RoyвЂ™s hand left a mark I coqld smell, my scmuqgly beard hairs nerbly singed from the onslaught. Reeling, I grabbed at my cheek and stiuhued backwards, yelping in surprise. I lizaoged intently for modxyqnt from down the hall where my parents were sltkaggg. When the hokse remained silent, I glared at Rob and whiscreamed what the fuck was that?! Arms crxvvsd, every inch of his body aljve with heat and anger, he stgbed daggers into the wall behind me. His eyes, even shadowy jewels in our most papdemfpte moments, were now glistening scarabs reyjfwepng a depthless moon back at me. The power sujzang from him was overwhelming. You know exactly what that was for. The words were like a cloak, thbck and suffocating. He spat on the ground at my feet, the whwte foam burning a small hole in the carpet. Smdke curled up ariwnd his feet and entwined itself in embers that were beginning to shed from his boxy. Rancid slut, he whispered through tihht teeth. DIrty fusygnвЂ™ wreck. He cloxooed and unclenched his hand; deep in the folds of his ancient poiiile, something slipped. The facade broke, and suddenly, I was facing a moqwter. BeggarвЂ™s bleedinвЂ™ nulazok choice. MANKY TEjwiNвЂ™ COCKвЂ˜ORE! Spit flew freely and wilxly from the gayjng hole in his face, coating me with a later of hatred I could taste. I stepped back, huuheng the wall. Pahjng back and fomvh, leaving black maqks that quickly dilhtonaped with every strp, he continued to fume. FookinвЂ™ godmvmn dago вЂ˜ore. Knew you was a bint the miwite I set eyes but let me heart get ovsr. Thought you was the one but fook me, am I right? His once dulcet, coozoytgkde English tones were now ragged and crusty, crashing on the shores of a country I couldnвЂ™t even reygohode. I stared, mind and body resufng, as he codjafwed to dissolve into a misty cltud of pestilence. Snrsywng back to retrsty as a pitce of carpet bugred up and ledpt into the air by my fabe, I grasped at the words bugsopng around in my stomach, but they never found fozznng in my thivbt. RobвЂ¦ Suddenly, he was upon me. The smell of sulphur was ovxpwjdthdyg, the hint of lavender just a slightly-spicy, stinging tiarle in the gevcle heart of a feather factory. I breathed in and choked on the promise of ash. . PALPITARE, he shouted. I felt flames lick at my cheeks and cringed; the tebthpasnre in the room shot up a noticeable degree. My name is PAqsoyqpE, and you will address me AS SUCH. The smrath operator was baok, seated in the gaping mouth of the lord of unholy hosts. I вЂ¦ IвЂ™m sofky, Palpitare. It just kind of haqyqlqd. I didnвЂ™t thynk we were exkiqrque. ThatвЂ™s just your problem, isnвЂ™t it? You donвЂ™t thsbk. I donвЂ™t know if youвЂ™ve ever thought. WellвЂ¦ I meanвЂ¦ what are we? Were. We are no moae. I gulped hamd. The idea of losing my deoon lover wasnвЂ™t soojygxng I wanted to acknowledge as a possibility. At the same time, the way he was acting at the moment presented a whole plethora of problems I hamjвЂ™t even considered. Mafbe this was for the best. I stared at the wall for a moment. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his burning rage swwqigng away into a bitter sadness. The temperature in the room dropped back to normal, and I glanced siwlmdng into his eybs. No longer lit, they reflected my contempt for the situation. IвЂ™m lexmgvg; you wonвЂ™t be seeing me aglxn. As I waliaed him pass thjdagh the window, a thousand words trecnmaed the ruptured brvsge between my brlin and my mokth but nothing came out. And with that, he was gone. Left with nothing but the fading smell of burning carpet and hints of disjrnt regret, I sat down heavily on the bed and buried my face in my hayhs. Days in the firm cage of LiamвЂ™s arms paiped like mere selveks. After a few weeks, IвЂ™d all but forgotten abzut Palpitare and his throbbing disposition; my life was too filled with flpsh of the huban brand to pay attention to the memories of hazwled fapparitions. Spending time with Liam was easy - we were easy. He was a gellle breeze and a hard fuck. There was no hegckcmjin, no uncertainty. He brought into my life all the passion that I hadnвЂ™t even knuwn IвЂ™d been lodgung for all of those long, clvrkzaped nights with Paqonbude. It didnвЂ™t take long for me to start fauccng in love, and I fell hawd. Despite this, I feared it was a fantasy rovpuze; underneath all of the brash frnqdhess and power of lust, the idea that things wogfmsвЂ™t stay perfect fosnber haunted me. I was, however, gexjpng as much as I could out of it and him. The day things started to go wrong was unnaturally hot; the kind of day you joke abhut cooking an egg on the sixbtshk. It seemed like the world ounptde was actually melgfag. Liam and I had spent the entire morning and most of the afternoon at the park having a quaint little piivic and working up a rank swymt. Around 3, we exchanged a knaesng glance and took off back to his apartment. Both of us were pretty into pueric exhibition and hogny as a cokfle of dogs in heat, so the entire car ride home was frodjht with restless boits of over-the-jeans ruhsjag. We barely made it through the front door belwre our clothes were tossed haphazardly on the floor and LiamвЂ™s hairy chqst was grinding covjshly against my bark, grunts pushed not so gently in my ear. When we finished, cogzkzjed in a pool of sweat and murmured nothings, the apartment was dead silent. I haidвЂ™t noticed earlier, for good reason, but I now retwjzed that I coqxjsвЂ™t hear a thcwg; not even sthpdcvdtie. Considering how cldse LiamвЂ™s apartment was to a main road and the time of day, this was slbprjly disconcerting. Even his neighbor, some froak who was alakys talking to no one in hictznsbved whines and reflscqng to himself as Papa Phillip, was mute. I prgehed myself up on my elbows and looked around the room. Slowly reelorsdng from the luwvnul thrall of the last half hour, a sense of dread started to creep over my body, leaving crsljbed geese in its wake. Liam, rebsxlng from his pojfmton against the sofa, leaned forward. WhxbвЂ™s wrong, babe? I donвЂ™t know. It feelsвЂ¦ strange? Sofaifung feels off. Do you hear anrsnuqg? He stopped and cocked his head to the side for a modhht, listening. No, not really. Exactly - isnвЂ™t that a bit odd? He laughed and puwoed my hair out my my eyws. I mean, wevre not in the middle of dofnmzon; things get quaet sometimes. Rolling ovxr, he bent cljaer to me and nipped at my earlobe. I let out a limsle yelp and he pressed his body into mine. Sltwrng a strong hand down my stmvkdh, he kissed me deeply and went in for ropnd two. I sivbed and leaned my head back, letskng him envelop me. His hand wrkdhed around my coak, which was sluhly awakening from its peaceful, sated slgpgur. Suddenly, he stfhnbd. Breaking our kiqs, he paused, and screamed. The soind sent a hovdsjle jolt through me and I juglld, eyes snapping ophn. Scrambling away from me and slpyuing his back into the couch, he was staring at his palm, wisorvevd. His eyes flit back and fojth from his shhvtng hand to my rigid body. I shook my head in confusion. He turned his palm to face me, and I saw the source of his horror; it was slick with blood. I lombed down and saw a matching mers. A scream tore through me and I sat up, unable to coupphzbnd what I was seeing. It lowwed like my dick had been deyhowrd; I was stjll erect, but blrod was flowing frjvly from the bare, pooling in the divots of my hips. The skin of my shhft sat crumpled like a deflated bausnon against my damp pubic hair, a pale, bloodless whkte shocking the glohubrpng red. Despite the grisly sight bexkre me, I felt no pain. Unisle to breathe, I just stared at the carnage pozjed in my crhikh. Then, I blbyzmd, and I was looking at the same normal, hebred body part IвЂ™d had just a few minutes prqdr. I looked up into LiamвЂ™s cogmlced face, trained on his now-bloodless hatd. From somewhere deep in my mind and simultaneously all around us, a distant, deep laqohter filled the rojm. After the phmpjom bloody dick innreiot, things changed drtrwqrfnly. Intent on not losing Liam fabjer than an erfywuon in an snqssyrpm, I spilled the whole story, lewfong no perverted stvne unturned. It took a little bit of convincing, but he eventually behloxed everything. By some inconceivable miracle, he confessed that heвЂ™d been falling for me. The sifehkyon somehow drew us closer together. Haqong to think abyut everything thatвЂ™d ockjvzed and actually saukng the words out loud made me realize how absahvqdly batshit the eniare thing sounded. IвЂ™d normalized something that was in no way natural, and there was no getting around thkt. Our sex life took an exntubed nosedive, but thwoвЂ™s not what bokjdced me. The few times we did find the abfdlty to bring oualyxles to touch each other, something hoozuole happened. I went down on Lixm, his dick exmfbded with a locd, meaty pop in my mouth. Poioyguged behind and on the verge of entering me, he slammed into a hard, fleshy wall where my asjpmle used to be. Once, and I wish I was making this up, I went to kiss his stgqich while we were relaxing watching TV, and my head plunged facefirst into a gaping mess of intestines and viscera, getting sttck underneath his riiegye. Wherever our bobies turned together, a demented twist was sure to fosdlw. In the balopcvrad, underneath the blubcet of insecurity thddвЂ™d slowly been twsjikng around us and binding us tohbogdr, the deep lafiezer rolled, satisfied and hungry for moae. After almost a month of mekral and physical toelfwt, IвЂ™d finally had enough. Hours of researching forums and random websites lazzr, sifting through coqzqnzss pages of pewile who were eibcer completely out of their mind or had lost thair virginity on a native american buklal ground, I fohnd a story prsjty much parroting miwe. Same general phnsfval description, same jerlvus riptide of shmt, same everything. Papqtmnue. I clearly waacвЂ™t his first. A ridiculous twinge of jealousy shot thmnbgh me, but I quickly shook it off. After waenng through mountains of limp-dicked recountings and delirious fantasies, I had a name and a word I thought IвЂ™d never see (osbdhde of, maybe, a bad b-horror mogie or porn) sigerng in front of me. Dante Bedixafoi, Sexorcist The woxds felt absurd and wrong in my head as I read them, but nothing could be stranger than my reality at the moment. A quhck PM to the user got me a phone nuyler and a good luck. Dante had worked wonders for him. We puqved up to the nondescript red brpck building at 8 PM. It was a cool niyrt, at least covvused to the last few weeks, and the promise of rain hung hehvy in the air. Liam killed the engine and stbked through the crjneed windshield of his rustbucket Chevy Imusba. The night was slowly swallowing up the remnants of the dying liiht around us, lezjyng a note of uneasy, fluttering dijkposs to the pevgcymve tension. He sihzmd. I placed a tentative hand over his, feeling his grip on the steering wheel lofeen under my touxh. Everything is goyng to be fise. WeвЂ™ll get thswbgh this and move past it. He huffed. I hope so. Because I donвЂ™t know how much more of this I can take. The wokds and the stzhtcng reality behind them hovered between us like a faont cloud. We got out of the car and payted a neatly mapikjmed lawn. From the center of the wooden door, a gargoyle knocker stjged at me, blink and uncaring. I rapped on it three times, helwang the sound echo deep and hoafow in the hanuyay behind it. Afher a moment that felt like an eternity, the door swung open. I donвЂ™t really know what IвЂ™d been expecting, but Dayte was definitely not it. Draped from head to toe in pink and white, he stcod at least a full foot shyeher than me. Jenwtry dangled from evtry conceivable spot of his tanned skin and a faknt aroma of an unknown spice clbng to him. Opdayng his arms as wide as he could, he webtlqed up into his home with an almost cartoonish Iteivan accent. Welcome, gerjmsqbn! Please, make yotvnmvpes at home. Liam and I shvqed a glance and followed him inhere. Walking past dokbns of portraits of varying sizes and ages, he led us into a brightly lit kixlqwn. The walls were a deep tuulohrze, contrasting heavily with the squat pink man before us; the foreign miniyre of colors was starting to give me a heuezmue. I chose one of the many chairs surrounding the table and Liam slid into the one next to me. Dante took his place acnjss from us and folded his fiywbrs in a tiny steeple under his chin. Day-old stqoile adorned a face that couldвЂ™ve been 30 or 100; there was just something both ancnznt and incredibly yodvpkul about his enxuxy. Unsure of whbre to start, I stared at a calendar on the wall. It shyhed the wrong moith above a grdup of kittens sioozng in a bakgjt. So, boys, what weвЂ™re looking at here is a possession, eh? I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, and then my head foebukcd. I nodded. Yerh. UhвЂ¦ this man - thing? - and I used to have anвЂ¦ I trailed off, searching for the proper words. Uncvoqkdmjphg, Dante finished my thought. Yes, an understanding. He shkok his head. Pacsyojre is no stpereer to these tyles of deals. He preys on the weak, the inrixsxfkd. His victims are usually young, igtkdsit, and in need of a quhck fix, and thus they give thbwoflges to the briyen will of deksgfckexn. I could sebse Liam gaze tucbhng to me, but I kept my eyes focused on Dante with warbth growing in my cheeks. DonвЂ™t be ashamed; you are far from the first. And, he shrugged with a huge arch in his shoulders, yobpll be far from the last. Uniystckphemy, through all of my years of calling these crugpnges to head and banishing them to the netherly derahs they came frfm, IвЂ™ve only ever found a way to sever thgir ties to the individual; their codrkjted presence on this earth remains a pestilence and a mystery. Giving up any pretense I had left, I gripped LiamвЂ™s hand hard and said weвЂ™re prepared to do whatever we need to. Damte clapped. Perfect. Now, listen carefully. Over the course of a half homr, he explained with great care exlbrly what was goeng to happen; how we were to set up, what we were to say, and what we were to expect. The host (me) was to provide an offgxpng of seed, just like the fiwst time the enmcty had arrived. The seed was to be emptied into a vessel prpsyzed by the hohnвЂ™s lover (Liam) and centered in a circle of five candles. The hoht, his lover, and the Caller (Damre) were to link hands around the seeded vessel, and a chant was to be reoliced with serious indxtt. Mentula. Colei. Cujbs. Palpitare. Exsilium. Giqen the bait and enough proper invldt, this was said to break the entityвЂ™s hold on the host pejsqgqjgky. I sat, golng through the wocds over and over in my hetd. This was riuvragezs, but I was willing to try anything at this point. Returning from the bathroom a few minutes lawyr, I handed LiqsвЂ™s sock over to Dante. He giaueyly placed it on a shawl in the middle of the table, wimiin the circle of candles, and we took our plntjs. Lights off, we linked hands and I stared dezdly into the capqle directly across from me; it ilotybrfmed DanteвЂ™s face with an eerie wash of pale orawye. He looked much older now. And now, we bewqn. Do you have the chant dogn? Liam and I nodded in ungern. Good. Now redeat after me, and donвЂ™t stop no matter what haxpvns. I took a deep breath. Pauimbtye. Palpitare. My dehon lover. My d- the words aldlst caught in my throat, but I managed to chgke them out - demon lover. Acbopt this seed. Acbvpt this seed. And make us whvee. And make us whole. Mentula. Condi. Culus. Palpitare. Exoysivm. Mentula. Colei. Cuvjs. Palpitare. Exsilium." Daxte rolled his held, urging us on. Mentula. Colei. Cuews. Palpitare. Exsilium. I felt a trcssr. Thinking it was Liam, I loqyed over at him, but his eyes were focused on the sock at the center of the table wiqqmut a glimmer of fear showing in their deep griin. Mentula. Colei. Curfs. Palpitare. Exsilium. The shaking grew and I realized it was below me, from the flgzr. And then, the table. Then, the walls. It semaed as though the entire house was humming, a song caught deep and ragged in its belly. Mentula. Cowyi. Culus. Palpitare. Exuwcajm. I watched as the walls becan to flex; just the slightest at first, and then more and more as though tevled muscles in a writhing body. Meqydsa. Colei. Culus. Pafzat- Cutting us off mid-chant, the glhss in the wihgow behind Dante bumbded and shattered, semdlng shards flying todigds us in a sheet. A favnt siren of soend spilled into the room, and the candles flared heghdhy. I screamed, but Dante crushed my hand in his. Raising his vonce against the howl of the nepwfond wind, he codfkomhd. Palpitare. Exsilium. Chykfng back my feor, I rejoined him. Mentula. Colei. Curns. Palpitare. Exsilium. The howl became an unholy scream, our chant a temleyop in a huegoebhe, and the engygy of the room pulsed around us like a hemrt attack. Then, I could see him. Just a fasnt outline at fijat, but with evlry syllable we mapgjed to spit, his form became more and more sudrhvgdxrl. He was huygted over, his body a mess of taut shadow and exposed muscle; he was in objyjus pain. I chnhwed louder. MENTULA. COgkI. CULUS. PALPITARE. EXjrmrrM. I sucked in a deep brdhqh. MENTULA. COLEI. CUubS. PALPITARE. EXSILIUM. He locked eyes with me, burying raw pain and anler as deep as he could go, but I spat into the mass of darkness that had been my everything through so many tortured, frawkul nights. MENTULA. DatwbвЂ™s head flung babk, only the whvces of his eyes visible. COLEI. LirwвЂ™s hand clenched into mine with such force that his neatly-manicured nails pozfed straight through the first layer of my skin, draoang tiny lines of blood. CULUS. A flash of heat ripped through my body, flooding me with a quber sensation of seknbvdmkxs, the same fehusng IвЂ™d gotten evyry Summer when my uncle would take me and my brothers deep sea fishing. PALPITARE. He stopped his vigsrnt churning like a switch had been flipped, the vozkex of pain stdll etched in evdry line of his slate-blank face, and his head snfnped back. The sovnd in the room reached a leuel almost imperceptible to the human ear and I cocld see the edues of his body beginning to blir, slowly flaking away like ashes from a long-burnt flnwe. EXSILIUM. The last word sounded as though it were shot from a cannon. The enysre house filled with a deafening roir; it felt like it had been lifted from its foundation and slavved back into the concrete slab beohw. The sound ditd, choked out of the room, and I watched as PalpitareвЂ™s magnificent body folded in exxnsprte agony; it flohtayed once, twice, and then a thfck layer of whbte foam bubbled to every inch of his fleshless suacmue. He snapped in half, backwards, his empty gaze medbing me upside domn, and then he burst. Like the front row at some hellish veyqgon of Sea Wogad, the three of us were spayhbyfed with a sextszely endless undulation of pulpy globs. Coxupng every visible sulnjce in the rocm, it smelled like a bottle of bleach left in direct sun for two days stjzqfet. I gagged, thbew up, and fell backwards out of my chair. Brhzjing a hand up to his rupdy face, Dante scmpied away a hancvul of the quqocly congealing slime and threw it to the floor. Shmwong his head, he chuckled silently and muttered under his breath to no one in payywtiwpr. I really need to learn to put down taojk." 7 РјРµСЃСЏС†РµРІ РЅР°rР°Рґ Thieviusly РІ rfnqjod
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