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this story was commissioned by an anonymous darkweb client. don’t read if you don’t want to see some horrible shit<\/em>. “why don’t we gore the t-boys more? whats up with that”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I always had trouble making friends. I don\u2019t know what it is but sooner or later people get weird and I have no idea why. It\u2019s like they smell something on me. I get a little excited sometimes, but who doesn\u2019t?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Community college. Evening class. You stood out immediately to me. So small in your skinny jeans, always looking down at your phone. Which meant I could watch you extensively and I didn\u2019t have to worry about ugly looks. Not that you could give a look like that. You\u2019re perfect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

I found your profile. You posted a lot. Like you were begging someone to rescue you. Shitty roommates, disowned by your family. It made you so attractive to me. I was always on the edge of social groups, you know? Every time a friend started dating or met someone with an actual personality, I started sweating, knowing I\u2019d be replaced. They never needed me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But you do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was happy just watching you. Picking a strand of hair from your desk, peeling the bubblegum while it was warm and sticky from your mouth. Normal, harmless appreciation, squished into a sweet, fragrant doll of you. Then one day we were alone after class and you smiled at me. I think you were a little high. We didn\u2019t talk about much. But you were like for sure, for sure, yeah. I get it. For sure. Just so incredibly nice. That was when I knew I could never be happy with nothing less than all of you, completely, forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was easy to get you in the trunk of my car. I knew you\u2019d be alone, compulsively checking your phone, oblivious to the world around you. You were walking to 7\/11 for a Monster energy drink. Another bad habit. You\u2019ve really started eating a lot better since then. Nice blended safe sweet slop for your little mouth. You used to get so scared. I mixed it up when I mixed it in, you never knew when you were going to get a dose of special boy sauce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I steal them from work. Discontinued antipsychotics and sedatives. I had to experiment a lot with the dose. You developed a tremor. Harder to speak and swallow now. But it keeps you nice and sweet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You haven\u2019t eaten anything solid since you came to live with me. It would be dangerous. You could choke. The throat is a very vulnerable part of the body. That\u2019s why the chain attached to your collar is so heavy you can barely move. Even moving the chain a few inches tires you out. You don\u2019t have much counter-force to apply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I rub the stumps of your legs to remind you of the first two times you tried to escape. What were you thinking, silly?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My finger traces the center of the stump, swirling, tingling, tickling, you get so worked up, our fun little game. No one has ever touched this part of you before. This sapling cross-section, this intimate pucker so close to the delicate sheath of your periosteum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I get angry thinking about other people touching you. But I know any girlfriends or boyfriends you had only touched your superficial skin. When I grab you with both hands I am grabbing your marrow and meat and soul, this hefty helping of the smallest thing in the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019re trembling. You\u2019re so sensitive to my moods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I check for bed sores. You rely on me for everything, even protection from gravity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your skin bruises so easily. You\u2019re like a delicate fruit, peel ready to slip off at the slightest touch and reveal your wet vulnerable\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Full confession.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t know you were soft and slimy down there. It was a complete shock to me. I was really upset at first. I punished your surprise hole. Did a lot of things to make it change color and make messes and make you cry when I touched it. Everything was supposed to be perfect. Why didn\u2019t you tell me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it makes sense, why you\u2019re so small for a guy. And it\u2019s one less thing to cut off. A preemptive stump. Needy and wet between the legs. The perfect size for me. I like your other hole too, but you lose control back there. My comfort scenario is plugging your anus up with something big enough that it makes your cunt even tighter. You make a mess on your puppy pad but we get in the shower together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You wiggle and your face gets red when I scrub you down there. Sometimes I scrub too rough, until you cry. But you can\u2019t do anything about it. You\u2019ll never be able to touch yourself again. The scrape of the sponge is the closest you\u2019ll get.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you\u2019ve been good, you get the soft yellow side of the sponge. If you\u2019ve been bad, you get the rough green mesh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You haven\u2019t been able to masturbate for so long that sometimes, when you\u2019re very worked up, you cum just from the sponge, even the green side. It looks painful. You always cry after like it wasn\u2019t enough. And sure. I stop fucking you when I cum. So maybe it\u2019s throbbing inside, frustrating and wet and gaping when I leave you chained up in the dark, soaked in your own urine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe it\u2019s my fault. I try to reinforce the right behaviors. But I get so messed up in my head sometimes. I forget what\u2019s a reward and what\u2019s a punishment. Sometimes pushing myself inside you is a punishment. But how could it be anything but a reward?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Case in point. Last week I was holding your hand in mine. You were crying with those big eyes acting all terrified. I\u2019d just finished cauterizing the stump. Your fingers were so small and pale and limp. I couldn\u2019t remember why it happened. But I\u2019m sure there was a good reason. And I\u2019m sure whatever little thing you were doing just before I cut it off will be branded into your brain forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every limb has a sound or smell or action associated with its removal. The ring of a cell phone. You tried to answer it when I was out of the room. But it was just a robocall. Now every time you hear my phone ring, you shit yourself. You can\u2019t tell the difference between a real phone and a ring-ring in a cartoon anymore. I try to keep it on silent but what\u2019s the point of having all this modern technology if you don\u2019t use the features?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So even when we do that thing I actually really like and is so much fun for me and so pleasurable for me, you associate it, I guess, with your right foot being slowly removed with, admittedly not the best tool, a dull saw. I was sweating all night with that one. I go to work and my co-worker says, jeez, take a shower. I think he meant it in a joking way but you can never tell. People have all kinds of horrible secrets. But I looked into his eyes and saw that he couldn\u2019t read my thoughts. He has very low sensitivity, unlike you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stood there surrounded by co-workers and thought, if only they knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So incredibly small. You were already so small when you came into my life. Something something soaking wet, you know? Skin and bones and all that good stuff. So fucking petite it\u2019s a miracle. I didn\u2019t know God made organs this small. You\u2019re even lighter after losing weight and a few limbs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I would love to take you somewhere. I bet I could take you anywhere and no one would know. You fit in a suitcase. I can see us on the beach. I always hated beaches. But with you I think it would be la bella vita. I heard that somewhere. It\u2019s Italian for having a good time with your little buddy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You gasp and gurgle. No one else will ever understand you but me. It took a long time to learn the language of your wet little sounds. But you\u2019re worth it. I bet if someone else saw you, they\u2019d think you were brain dead. But I know you\u2019re in there. You\u2019re just\u2026softer. Mushier. Better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soundproofed basement. Hidden entrance. You exist only to me. Isn\u2019t it cozy? Dim and cool. Surrounded by your toys. And my toys. I scrub the smell out every Friday. All the things that come out of you. Clean slate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I put on your favorite show. No live action allowed. You get confused when there are scary sounds like yelling or gunshots or people yammering with closeups of their gross pores. You like cartoons with fun colors and cute sounds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We fall asleep together, my body wrapped around you. So incredibly small without your limbs, like a grub. Like I could swallow you with my belly. Wouldn\u2019t that be nice?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I get back from work. I\u2019ve been thinking about you all day. I open the door and you\u2019re already shivering. Even through the soundproofing, you\u2019re sensitive to subtle changes in the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sorry, buddy. Was I gone a long time? Work took forever today. It\u2019s like you have a clock for me now. Your only routine is me coming and going.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Did you think I died? Did part of you wish I did? Even as part of you knew what would happen if I was truly gone?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I get paranoid sometimes. I have to know what you\u2019re thinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My fingers run along the wall. I have all the special adult toys up here so you can look at them and think about them all day. Well, you don\u2019t really have night or day anymore. It\u2019s just this room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is the open door the sun? I\u2019m getting jealous. I slam it shut. It\u2019s just me. Clink tinkle rattle whisk ping donk bang shwing. All these tools have their own sound like one of your musical toys. And I know which ones I\u2019ve used the most because of the red color coding. Some of these are so messy it\u2019s almost black. I try to keep them clean but I get depressed and it\u2019s hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This one is very clean. Maybe we never tried it before. Some people are novelty-learners. I saw that in a video. I bet you learn with novelty. You were always so special and never fit in, always kind of broken like me. I protect you from that crazy grinding world with its schools and jobs and schedules and manipulation and backbiting and I do it all so you don\u2019t have to suffer. I\u2019m like that meme of the soldier protecting the sleeping child from the knives except the knives are also coming out of me and into you and you\u2019re screaming but they\u2019re different knives knives of love shhh hold still, the pills will kick in soon. You won\u2019t be able to move at all. Settle those stumps. Let daddy take care of everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019re really fighting. Back arched, tummy flipping up so cute. Trying to crawl backwards but I have my hand on your belly. All it takes is a little touch to subdue your atrophied muscles. You\u2019re just flailing in place. There we go. The drugs are kicking in. I wish I felt more comfortable with anesthetic but it\u2019s just not super safe and I was never certified in that area.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only the wet parts are moving now. Tears from your eyes. Tears of joy. Blood from the cut. Can\u2019t spell cute without cut. You look so cute. I\u2019m going to dress you up after this. There there. Stroking your forehead. Oops. Don\u2019t worry it just slipped a little. I would never endanger your life. It just made you more unique and more special, if that\u2019s even possible?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s so pretty. You open up so easily. My soft little boy. Sorry, I got saliva in the wound. It\u2019s fine. Here\u2019s antiseptic. I know it stings. Oops. Sorry. Don\u2019t look. There we go. Just a little more, okay? Some of your favorite friends from the very first time. Love you in the skin love you in the muscle love you in the bone. One two three learning with me. Because it\u2019s coarse and ugly if it\u2019s just, violence, right? It has to be special it has to be a three course meal it\u2019s Friday no work in the morning we\u2019re staying up all night and you can fall asleep to your Saturday morning cartoons and don\u2019t you see the juice box and Lunchable and blender all lined up?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The tip stings. The hammer taps. The teeth tickle. Letting you know exactly where everything will go. Wouldn\u2019t it be funny if I switched one at the last second? I went to the hardware store on the way home. Just kind of grabbing things at random. They have ones in fun colors like pink and green with those rubber grips. It feels so comfortable and safe in my hand. My gift to you. I\u2019d never take our relationship for granted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your eyes roll back. Your tongue thrashes. You get drool all over your face, glistening and sticky and shiny over the flushed skin. You make the most beautiful sound I\u2019ve ever heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I love you so much. I love you I love you I love you. Can you feel it? Can you feel my love? Louder. Louder. Thank you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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