A lawless world where humans are corrupted by horny monsters and demons. I used to write on Tumblr and I decided to start putting some of my stories on BDSMLR now that this place is turning into more of a horny community. This is an erotic horror universe so if you don't like monster sex, demonic corruption, and sexual torment this is probably not the place for you. If you're into that, though, welcome - feel free to pop up for a chat if you have any questions?
He panted heavily as he continued to sloppily thrust into the fleshlight. He had no idea how long it had been since he slid his hard cock into the smooth toy... hours, maybe? His balls felt like they were about to burst, aching for release. He was nearly sobbing with frustration, his toes curling into his bedsheets as his hips humped upwards into the wet toy, load squelching filling the room, but no matter what he did he just. couldn't. cum.
His pathetic rut was broken when he heard his phone ping beside him, a message appearing on the screen. It was his ex-boyfriend. Oh no.
'I was the best thing you ever had. Hope you enjoy the CumBlock I mixed in with your lube, asshole.'
He tried to type out a furious reply, but his phone slipped out of his lube-coated hands. Damn it! Yes, it had been a... messy breakup. He had cheated on him, and then when he was caught out, he told all of his friends what a slut his ex was and how he couldn't cum unless he has a big cock in his ass. He just never knew that his boyfriend was so petty. He didn't even stop pumping his dick into the fleshlight, unable to think of anything but releasing the pressure in his nuts. He sobbed with frustration when another message appeared, looking at the screen on the floor.
'It's the real industrial shit the merchants sell. Maybe not blowing your load for 6 months will teach you a lesson about keeping it in your pants.'
The boy fell limp against the bed... six months? The fleshlight slipped off his rock-hard cock, the glans bright red with overstimulation. He screamed with frustration, thrusting his hips into the air as if he was trying to fuck his way to release. He bawled with the idea of living for the next half of a year in chemical chastity. Eventually he settled into a quiet sob, grinding his cock against the bedsheets, smearing them in pre-cum.
Six months. Unless his ex sneaks in and does the same again in a few months time.
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He panted heavily as he continued to sloppily thrust into the fleshlight. He had no idea how long it had been since he slid his hard cock into the smooth toy... hours, maybe? His balls felt like they were about to burst, aching for release. He was nearly sobbing with frustration, his toes curling into his bedsheets as his hips humped upwards into the wet toy, load squelching filling the room, but no matter what he did he just. couldn't. cum.
His pathetic rut was broken when he heard his phone ping beside him, a message appearing on the screen. It was his ex-boyfriend. Oh no.
'I was the best thing you ever had. Hope you enjoy the CumBlock I mixed in with your lube, asshole.'
He tried to type out a furious reply, but his phone slipped out of his lube-coated hands. Damn it! Yes, it had been a... messy breakup. He had cheated on him, and then when he was caught out, he told all of his friends what a slut his ex was and how he couldn't cum unless he has a big cock in his ass. He just never knew that his boyfriend was so petty. He didn't even stop pumping his dick into the fleshlight, unable to think of anything but releasing the pressure in his nuts. He sobbed with frustration when another message appeared, looking at the screen on the floor.
'It's the real industrial shit the merchants sell. Maybe not blowing your load for 6 months will teach you a lesson about keeping it in your pants.'
The boy fell limp against the bed... six months? The fleshlight slipped off his rock-hard cock, the glans bright red with overstimulation. He screamed with frustration, thrusting his hips into the air as if he was trying to fuck his way to release. He bawled with the idea of living for the next half of a year in chemical chastity. Eventually he settled into a quiet sob, grinding his cock against the bedsheets, smearing them in pre-cum.
Six months. Unless his ex sneaks in and does the same again in a few months time.