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?
The shaman had found the delinquient lurking around his property at 2am, trying to find an open window in order to break in and steal some precious artifacts that the shsman was known to keep in his position. He was sick of this. This was the fourth would-be burglar this week! He knows that the Edgers are targeting poorer residents in the town and offering them a massive reward if they steal one of the dangerous cursed objects that the shaman keeps in his house, but this was the last straw. He needed to make an example out of this one. With a flick of his hand, the window that the young man was standing in front of peeked open, allowing him to climb inside.
The dumb teenager barely got two steps inside before triggering one of the shaman’s many traps. The shaman watched, almost bemused from the hallway, still unnoticed by the boy, as he stepped on a tripwire rune, several ropes shooting out from the wall and wrapping around the lower half of his body shibari-style, forcing him onto his knees as it turns his clothes into ask. The shsman recognised the teen. He had treated him for a cock leech infestation a few months ago. This was one way to repay his gratitute. When the teen saw the shaman walk towards him, clad only in a dressing gown, he began to babble out an excuse, then an apology. The shaman was uninterest. He cupped the teen’s jaw and opened his mouth. He knew how he’d punish him.
The teen was confused, but allowed the shaman to trace around his mouth, running a finger over each and every tooth, making the young man gag when he reached into the back to brush against the molars. The shaman pulled his out hand, a string of saliva dripping down the confused teen’s chin, before he eventually realised what has happened. One-by-one, this teeth began to disappear, just simply popping out of exisence painlessly. He began to panic, spouting out babbled pleas until eventually there were no teeth in his mouth, just slimy gums and his tongue. The shaman then pressed two fingers to each side of his jaw and watched as it was magically pried open as if held in a spider gag. The teen began to cry, his tongue sticking out comically as the only way he could manage any communication.
The shaman paid no mind to the crying man, instead slotting his fat, beer-can cock into the teen’s mouth. The teen was shocked and apalled, and the shaman could feel him trying to bite down on his prick. Not that it would do him any good, his useless gums rubbing against the man’s shaft. The shaman humped the teen’s face, triggering his sensitive gag reflex over and over again, throat slime and snot covering his pretty face. The shaman grunted, it had been a while since he was able to cut loose and really let out some steam on someone like this – not sine he travelled with that mercenary gang for a while. Eventually he roared, his balls pulling up and dousing the lining of the teen’s throat with hot, salty jizz, holding his hand at the back of the gagging teen’s head as he rides the aftershock of orgasm, the teen whining and grunting around his cock as he begins to run out of air.
He pulls out and watches as the teen gasps and gilps down air, his toothless mouth filled with jizz. The next morning, his parents would be shocked and horrified to see him on his knees in the town square, bound to a post as a homeless man fucks his throat, putting the liberal public indecency laws of the town to good use. The teen’s naked chest was covered with spunk at it was only noon. The shaman would leave him there for a few days, at lesat, and enchantment on his throat that prevented him from choking on any particularly mammoth cocks. Funnily enough, he didn’t get another break-in attempt for a few weeks after that.
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The shaman had found the delinquient lurking around his property at 2am, trying to find an open window in order to break in and steal some precious artifacts that the shsman was known to keep in his position. He was sick of this. This was the fourth would-be burglar this week! He knows that the Edgers are targeting poorer residents in the town and offering them a massive reward if they steal one of the dangerous cursed objects that the shaman keeps in his house, but this was the last straw. He needed to make an example out of this one. With a flick of his hand, the window that the young man was standing in front of peeked open, allowing him to climb inside.
The dumb teenager barely got two steps inside before triggering one of the shaman’s many traps. The shaman watched, almost bemused from the hallway, still unnoticed by the boy, as he stepped on a tripwire rune, several ropes shooting out from the wall and wrapping around the lower half of his body shibari-style, forcing him onto his knees as it turns his clothes into ask. The shsman recognised the teen. He had treated him for a cock leech infestation a few months ago. This was one way to repay his gratitute. When the teen saw the shaman walk towards him, clad only in a dressing gown, he began to babble out an excuse, then an apology. The shaman was uninterest. He cupped the teen’s jaw and opened his mouth. He knew how he’d punish him.
The teen was confused, but allowed the shaman to trace around his mouth, running a finger over each and every tooth, making the young man gag when he reached into the back to brush against the molars. The shaman pulled his out hand, a string of saliva dripping down the confused teen’s chin, before he eventually realised what has happened. One-by-one, this teeth began to disappear, just simply popping out of exisence painlessly. He began to panic, spouting out babbled pleas until eventually there were no teeth in his mouth, just slimy gums and his tongue. The shaman then pressed two fingers to each side of his jaw and watched as it was magically pried open as if held in a spider gag. The teen began to cry, his tongue sticking out comically as the only way he could manage any communication.
The shaman paid no mind to the crying man, instead slotting his fat, beer-can cock into the teen’s mouth. The teen was shocked and apalled, and the shaman could feel him trying to bite down on his prick. Not that it would do him any good, his useless gums rubbing against the man’s shaft. The shaman humped the teen’s face, triggering his sensitive gag reflex over and over again, throat slime and snot covering his pretty face. The shaman grunted, it had been a while since he was able to cut loose and really let out some steam on someone like this – not sine he travelled with that mercenary gang for a while. Eventually he roared, his balls pulling up and dousing the lining of the teen’s throat with hot, salty jizz, holding his hand at the back of the gagging teen’s head as he rides the aftershock of orgasm, the teen whining and grunting around his cock as he begins to run out of air.
He pulls out and watches as the teen gasps and gilps down air, his toothless mouth filled with jizz. The next morning, his parents would be shocked and horrified to see him on his knees in the town square, bound to a post as a homeless man fucks his throat, putting the liberal public indecency laws of the town to good use. The teen’s naked chest was covered with spunk at it was only noon. The shaman would leave him there for a few days, at lesat, and enchantment on his throat that prevented him from choking on any particularly mammoth cocks. Funnily enough, he didn’t get another break-in attempt for a few weeks after that.