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Raped For What He Sowed
Dasher was a bad person inside a good person's body. Kind, sweet, unassuming. People naturally trusted him. As good people do, he got himself a mindnumbingly good and plain boyfriend and he lived a brainmeltingly good and plain life.
But there were times when Dasher got so agonisingly bored of pretending to be a good person that he played with fire. Just to feel the heart pierce through the overwhelming mundanity of his life.
He was drawn to big and bad and scary men online. He flirted with them, teased them, and antagonised them. He made them horny and made them angry and writhed with pleasure as he entertained the sickening and addictive darkness. But he still kept his worlds separate.
Until one day he got tipsy and thought it would be arousing to tell one his address -- he told the worst one he knew, the one he was drawn to more than anyone else. Wex pretended to be the worst of the worst, pretended to be a rapist and murderer. He said he wouldn't just fuck Dasher in front of his boyfriend, he'd fuck him to death, and boy, did he have the body to do it. Dasher teased him for not having the balls to actually do it. It was a rush and a thrill to fantasise about him exploding Dasher's monotonous life in glorious depravity with biceps bigger than thighs, balls bigger than skulls, and a cock bigger than a torso.
Except, Wex wasn't pretending.
My own sona getting fucked to death by my first character. A Subscribestar Puppetmaster Tier reward thanks to Basque .
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