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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE REAL RAPE, GROOMING, INCEST OR NON-CON IN ANY WAY AND MY HEART GOES OUT TO ALL THE FELLOW VICTIMS. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Hello! I am Uranium, but you surely don't care about that. What you care about is requesting a fic, probably. If you're here just for the delicious smut and DON'T CARE about requesting anything, sorry bro, I'll have to disappoint you, there is none yet. But not for long.

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It was a day like any other. The bright lights on the ceiling of ROKEA were shining down on the furniture displays and shelves, providing a nice view on all of the items located inside of the large building. Fake living rooms with the store's products were scattered all over the place, just as you could expect from a ROKEA, and in one of those rooms an employee was taking a break.

The young man was sitting in a gray armchair, in his yellow and blue uniform with a name tag that confirmed that the man's name was Lampert. His eyes were half-closed, showing how tired he was at the moment. He was on break, but instead of going to the staff room he just decided to sit in an armchair - it is really comfortable after all.

At this point he was almost dozing off, his eyes closing automatically. The lights of the ROKEA were quite blinding to him but the rather quiet atmosphere and the distant chatting of the customers and the customer service were calming to him. Calming enough for him to almost fall asleep.

However, unfortunately, he didn't manage to actually do so, as he soon felt a tap on his shoulder.

Lampert groggily turned around, keeping a friendly persona as he usually did, assuming that the person bothering him was either a customer that needed help or simply someone who thought that he died in that chair or something stupid like that. However, the humanoid did not expect his father to stand there instead.

Wallter, his adoptive father, was a very tall, kind man with a love for concrete and any product connected with it. He wore a blue scarf at all times, which always seemed very nostalgic to the shorter lamp boy, as it reminded him of home.

Wallter had a kind smile on his face as he gently nudged Lampert on his shoulder, trying to wake him up, even though the younger wasn't asleep at all.

"Hello? Wakey wakey..."

Lampert let out a soft noise of exhaustion and discontent that he couldn't rest, but the feeling quickly faded away as he saw his beloved father.

"Oh... dad, what are you doing here?"

Wallter shrugged, closing his eyes in a calm manner - "I wanted to visit you. We haven't seen each other ever since you moved out, I missed you. You haven't been calling me at all..."

The shorter one scratched the back of his head, a wave of guilt washing over him. That's right, ever since he moved out to his small apartment which was a long distance away from both of his family homes, one of these being Wallter's, the second one belonging to Mark.

Why did he have two family homes? Well, long story short, his parents divorced when he was 11. He would spend the work days with Wallter, the calmer man living in a concrete apartment block near a school where he would attend when he was younger, and on the weekends he would visit Mark who was living in a wooden shack with a workshop and a big garden.

Lampert had good memories connected to both of these places, he remembered Mark taking him to the construction site, sitting on a crate and watching him work while eating delicious homemade sandwiches, playing around in the garden and watching cartoons on the TV mark had, with Mark getting a bit annoyed because he wanted to watch his favorite programme, but he always let Lampert continue anyway.

Living with Wallter was great too, he could recall the tall concrete man tying his shoes and helping him put his school backpack on, listening to him play classical music on the piano (Lampert tried to follow his footsteps but unfortunately he didn't have the talent to do so) or drinking the tea that was always a bit too bitter, but it tasted good anyways.

Lampert shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling of intense nostalgia that washed over him. He felt kind of bad that he hasn't been calling either of his parents, because they've done so much to him, why can't he do the same to them? I guess he was just busy. But what kind of excuse is that?

Wallter noticed the guilt all over Lampert's face, he seemed weirdly content, but he quickly hid it. - "Lampert, dear, I haven't talked with you for so long, would you mind taking a day off and spending one day with your old man?"

He thought for a bit before taking his father's hand, his eyebags visible under his eyes, smiling softly.

"Of course, dad. I'll ask my boss."

.

.

The two got out of the car, Lampert standing directly in front of the concrete apartment he used to live in most of his time. Another wave of nostalgia washed over him, smiling a bit. He looked around the place. He saw some kids playing soccer around the blocks, he smiled gently but he didn't have the time to watch them as he got led to the apartment.

They took a familiar journey through the flights of stairs as they later approached the door and entered the apartment, which was the same as it always as been.

"Make yourself at home, I'll make us some tea." - Wallter said, leaving Lampert alone in the hallway.

Lampert took his clean shoes off and set them away, walking around the apartment. Nothing had changed after all. Everything was the same as ever. He could hear the whistling of the teapot all the way in the kitchen, a noise he used to hear every evening back in the day.

He gently pulled at the doorknob of his old room and opened it. Ah, it was just like in the past! He loved it but also kind of disliked it at the same time, as it was quite feminine, because the room has been designed before he came out as trans. He cringed a bit but sat down on his bed anyway, caressing the sheets. Not even a bit of dust was present. It seems like the room was getting well-taken care of.

After a shorter while of recalling all of the good memories he stood up, stretched and decided to walk into the living room. His father was there, on the couch, waiting for the tea to get ready and cool off a bit. Lampert sat down right next to him, trying to think of a conversation topic.

"So... it's been a while..."

Wallter nodded in response. - "It sure has. It was quite lonely here without you. Ever since Mark left, you became the only thing I had. It was so sad living here alone."

Lampert winced in guilt as a lump formed in his throat. - "...I guess. Sorry for not visiting so often. I guess I was busy with other stuff."

The older man smiled warmly with a calming aura surrounding him. "It's okay," - he said - "Everything is good now that you're here."

Lampert was about to say something, but he got cut off by his father. - "Well, I believe the tea is ready. I'll be right back."

The young man watched Wallter leave in order to get the two cups of tea. After a while Wallter came back, holding two cups of tea and setting them down on the coffee table. - "Here you go. Careful, it's still hot."

Lampert nodded as he took the cup, blew on it a bit to cool it down and took a sip. It was a bit too bitter, but it tasted so good and nostalgic that he did not mind at all. He set the cup down, smiling, his electrical plug tail swaying around in a slight wag.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

A moment of silence passed before Wallter noticed the wagging tail of his son. He gently put it in his hand, to which Lampert reacted with slight shock and him retracting the tail.

"Uhm, dad?

"Am I not allowed to touch my own son's tail?"

Lampert got significantly more uncomfortable. - "Dad, could you move your hand?"

"I've touched you countless times there when you were little. Just trust me."

The younger man gave up. He didn't realize he was getting manipulated, deciding to just let his father touch him. He missed him and the feeling was mutual, so why not?

Wallter's stiff yet gentle concrete fingers stroked the tail softly, Lampert trying to lean back and relax, thinking that it's random father and son activities. But it just kept on getting weirder and weirder as the taller one pulled him closer.

Lampert's face scrunched up in confusion and slight disgust as he got pulled closer to the tall man who was now tugging on his tail gently but surely. His breath hitched a bit as he was about to tell the man to stop but he was too late as the concrete man spoke up.

"You know, son... I've been feeling quite lonely. Ever since Mark left, I've been wanting to release the tension and despair... but there was no one around. But now, I have you. Look at you. You're all grown up now."

The manipulation seemed to work on Lampert. I guess his father needed it, but it felt wrong. What kind of tension was he talking about anyway? Wallter continued talking.

"If we could just... forget that we're family for a second, that would be splendid. But I know that you are definitely not interested in spending the night with your old man."

And, thus, Lampert got his answer, and was left dumbfounded. There is absolutely no way that his father wanted to spend a night with him. Considering that Lampert was a virgin, and that the first time would be with his own father if he said yes, his face scrunched up in disgust. He was about to tell Wallter off before he saw the look in his eyes.

That disappointed, sorrowful look that made him look like he thought that his beloved son doesn't care about his feelings at all. In reality, that was a clever facade that Wallter used to put on whenever Lampert refused to clean his room - It seems like it works on sexual favors too.

Lampert took a deep exhale. He furrowed his brows a bit and prepared himself for whatever would come to him. Wallter smiled softly before kissing him on the lips, not even waiting for his son to accommodate as he immediately pushed his tongue past the younger one's lips.

He didn't feel like kissing back at first. He felt wildly uncomfortable, he didn't want this. Not one bit. But he hadn't seen his father in so long, he couldn't disappoint his beloved father. So he swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to kiss back.

They both felt their stomachs twist, however for entirely different reasons. Lampert felt dizzy because he was disgusted. Wallter felt dizzy because he was aroused.

Wallter deepened the kiss, placing his hand on his son's waist, pulling him closer, the second one wandering to wrap itself around Lampert's tail, tugging on it. Lampert let out a small gasp, not wanting to give his father the satisfaction - but even the slightest, least noticeable response from Lampert was incredibly arousing to the divorcee.

Their tongues danced around for a little bit longer before Lampert felt himself getting pushed down on the couch, Wallter's big hands keeping his wrists all nice and immobile. Lampert began babbling.

"Dad, wait, I don't think I..."

However he was shushed down immediately by a hellish sound. A sound that sent chills down his spine.

The sound of a zipper.

He genuinely hoped that this wouldn't happen, but of course, fate wasn't on his side tonight. Even worse, his father is around two times taller than him, and so, his cock is probably going to be enormous. That alone made him stressed out of his mind and made him want to struggle, get away, call the police, run as fast as he could.

But he couldn't.

He was pinned there after all.

As Wallter moved his hand in order to be able to pin both of his wrists down at the same time with one hand, the second one being free to fiddle around with, he pulled his pants down, revealing his boxers. And oh boy was he hard as concrete.

He unpinned Lampert's wrists, moving his hands to lift his shirt up, revealing his small and skinny body with top surgery scars. Wallter wouldn't stop there, pulling his son's pants down too, undressing him slowly and when he was done, he took a good look at the body underneath him.

Lampert's figure was small and slim, it was visible that he started taking actual testosterone shots only recently, his body still being rather feminine. The thing that caught Wallter's attention was not the body though - it was his son's clit, which was mostly dry.

Wallter wouldn't dare to fuck his son completely dry, so despite him trembling beneath his intimidating presence, he decided to tease and rile him up a little bit, as he did not have lube with him right now, and he didn't want to completely tear him apart.

And thus, Wallter gently bit into Lampert's neck, making a soft moan come out of him as a form of response. Lampert immediately bit his tongue, but the taller man moved one of his hands to the corner of his mouth, prying his teeth apart so that he could moan freely.

His hands wandered down his son's body, his eyes calm and half-lidded as he continued leaving gentle kisses and love bites on the side of his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys in order to show who was really in control here.

Lampert couldn't help it anymore as he started letting out some small moans and whimpers, his clit getting wetter and wetter with each passing second. That seemed to satisfy Wallter as he took it as a sign to continue, his head slowly trailing down, leaving kisses on his collarbone, chest, stomach, and finally, his head found his pelvis.

Wallter's tongue trailed around Lampert's clit, lapping up at the small amount of juices that were present there. Lampert let out a breathy moan, trying to keep his cool, however it was impossible. He was getting wetter and wetter down there, not only with Wallter's saliva, he was producing his own slick whether he liked it or not. Wallter most definitely liked it, teasing Lampert's entrance with his tongue.

Lampert didn't know what to do. He wanted him to stop, but he also didn't want him to stop. He was completely torn. It felt wrong but good. Besides, his dad needs it, so why doesn't he just give in? That was exactly what Lampert did.

Wallter played around with the sensitive folds for a bit longer before inserting his tongue into his son's hole, beginning to eat him out. Lampert let out a loud moan. He never masturbated before, so this was the first time something would enter his hole in general.

"O-Oh god-! Dad-!"

Lampert bit his lip, letting out labored breaths as his father ate him out as if he was the most delicious meal in the whole world. His tongue felt so good, he had to admit it. A small string of drool went down the corner of his mouth, his face flushing red and his hips absentmindedly moving against Wallter's face.

This continued for a while, but suddenly, Wallter pulled back, leaving the smaller man's pussy exposed to the cold air. Lampert whined out of frustration and kicked his legs a little bit. He hated to admit it, but it felt so good, he didn't want it to end.

"Dad-! The hell? Don't leave me like that! I didn't even manage to-"

He was about to say the word "come", but his speech was interrupted by a breathless moan as he felt something large thrust into him. His mouth was wide open and his eyes wide, unable to process what the hell was happening.

Wallter put his dick inside.

The father gave Lampert a second to accommodate to the feeling. Goddamn, that cock was MONSTROUS. Wallter was two times taller than the average person, standing at a whopping 11'6, so of course, his cock, which could be already considered larger than average if he was the normal size, was two times bigger than it should've been.

Of course, Wallter didn't want his beloved boy to get too hurt, so he gave Lampert a minute to accommodate to his size.

"Tell me when to start moving, okay?"

Lampert was trembling a bit from the sheer amount of pain he was in, he felt every single move, every single twitch, every single slight movement made shockwaves go through his body. After a while he became a bit more used to it, giving his father a nod. Wallter smiled as he slowly moved back, before moving back in again.

Lampert let out a whiny moan at the friction, even though Wallter was moving slowly and carefully, he still felt great amounts of pain and pleasure, even with the prep. He trembled like a madman, each thrust making him feel euphoria.

As Lampert's moans became less pained and more pleasured, Wallter decided to pick up the pace by just a little bit, which hit Lampert like a truck, even though nothing really happened.

Lampert was already so close, and Wallter didn't even do anything. Why did it feel so, so good?

The older man leaned down to whisper into Lampert's ear, his hot breath making him go insane with pleasure and disgust.

"Good boy. You're doing so well for me."

He praised, and this was the last straw for Lampert, as he came with a loud whine. However Wallter didn't manage to come yet, so it wouldn't end now, oh no, it definitely wouldn't.

The whole process was going smoother now that Lampert came, because the cum served as a good lubricant, which caused Wallter to pick up the pace. Lampert was beginning to feel overstimulated.

"S-Stop...stop..."

"Shh, it will all be over soon..."

Lampert whined as he scratched his father's back, leaving some slight marks on the gray surface. Wallter was panting and letting out small grunts as he thrusted in a fast, steady pace, holding onto Lampert's hip and tail for balance.

"Fuck... you're way tighter than Mark..."

The young man couldn't even register what Wallter was saying. All he could focus on was the friction, the sweat dripping down his forehead, the heat in his entire body, the cum filling up his hole... wait, what?

He looked down in horror to see Wallter thrusting one last time, filling him up completely with warm, sticky seed before pulling out. Lampert huffed, trying to repress the intrusive thoughts about the possible pregnancy he could experience.

He could hear Wallter's muffled voice.

"You should try to visit me more often."

That was the last thing he heard before his eyes closed shut and he dozed off to sleep.

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The elevator was awkward today, to say the least. Why? It's because Unpleasant was there.

Of course, there isn't a single person in the world who would be fond of the gradient. He was tall, lanky, his color palette could make the most reserved person puke, and he absolutely REEKED of sweat. It was only common sense that people wouldn't want to be around this guy. Like, at all.

The 2D figure stood in the elevator along with three other people - an alien cat, a chubby girl covered in black fur and a person he knew a little too well - Infected, his roommate. Well, not really. Unpleasant just moved in one day, without anyone's permission, and no one's been able to get him out of the house.

With his disgusting personality and looks, he was sure to draw attention to him. His roommate seemed to be extremely frustrated by his presence, tapping his foot against the elevator floor nervously and gritting his teeth. The alien cat was more disgusted and horrified - how could such an ugly creature exist? Lastly, the woman was scribbling something in her notebook, occasionally muttering curses out - all directed towards the one and only Unpleasant.

No one would dare talk to him, or each other, sometimes giving him the side-eye, staring at him as if he was a shit-covered hobo or something like that. Of course, he wasn't, but boy, it sure did feel like it.

His greasy hair (????) flowed down onto his face as he looked at the three, wondering when the next floor would appear. And surprise surprise, it did.

The other three looked at the still-closed elevator door with some sort of expression of hope, praying that it would be a floor where the gradient would leave and hopefully never come back. Unpleasant on the other hand was just curious. Then, the elevator doors opened.

…

The squad waited in silence for something to appear. Was this just a black void? No one would dare to step out. Unpleasant chilled out, knowing that this wasn't his stop, and knew that he could annoy people further with his sheer presence, which was quite amusing to him. However, fate wasn't on his side, as with an ominous noise, someone appeared in the distance.

A tall, masculine figure with pink skin was standing somewhere in the darkness, however he was clearly visible, almost as if he was glowing. His head was rectangular, which wasn't uncommon considering that this elevator is quite literally full of freaks, so no one batted an eye. Is he supposed to enter the elevator now? Or is he just going to be standing there?

Unpleasant couldn't care less as all he could focus on were his own nails that he was checking out of boredom. Maybe if he hadn't let his guard down, the following wouldn't have happened.

Out of the blue, a large, pink hand yoinked Unpleasant in a quite uncomfortable manner before dragging him out into the floor.

He heard music start playing as he saw the parkour below him, and in a blink of an eye he was thrown into a cage, right before receiving a new outfit.

…a pink princess outfit, with a pink collar.

Really? Didn't they have a better outfit to give him? The pink frilly skirt along with the princess cone on his head with a small string of material coming out of it was reminding Unpleasant of his past identity, which he dearly wanted to forget.

Not many people knew this aside from his own family, but Unpleasant was born female. Luckily, the gradient’s body was always more androgyne than anything, so there wasn't much dysphoria or surgeries involved. Unpleasant felt like a man, so he was a man. It's so simple.

However, they just HAD to give him this feminine outfit. He had to admit, it was quite cute, but he preferred masculine clothing or no clothes at all. This just doesn't look or feel right. This wasn't right at all.

Ah, doesn't that just suck ass?!

Unpleasant stuck his head through the bars, unfortunately his shoulders were too broad to fully escape, but his head fit quite well, looking up at his captor. He couldn't see him well, as the mysterious figure was standing on top of the cage. Unpleasant muttered some curses out before looking at the obstacle course, seeing if anyone is close to finishing it and letting him go free, at last.

…The obstacle course was completely empty.

Unpleasant squinted his eyes in confusion. The elevator doors were open, and the three were just… standing there, not going out?! He knew damn well that they could leave as the girl walked out of the elevator for a short while to take some pictures, and he knew that they weren't too scared or too inexperienced to actually pass the quite easy obstacle course, as he saw the tall concrete man run through a different obstacle course once. That's when Unpleasant was crushed by the realization.

No one would come to save him.

Of course, he could've predicted this, but it still hit him like a truck in an isekai. He was universally hated by everyone. Why would anyone waste the precious energy and save him? Unpleasant was actually getting quite close to crying. Maybe if he was prettier, maybe if he used deodorant, and maybe if he wasn't an absolute and utter cunt, maybe then people would come and save him?

But unfortunately, it is too late to change the past, and thus he is forced to look at the now blurry figures in the elevator. He didn't have much time, as the elevator doors closed and he was left alone with his captor.

The figure jumped off the roof of the cage, crouching down in front of the bars to get a better look at the gradient who was slumped up on the floor in a defeated and helpless position. They locked eyes, and there was absolutely no chemistry. Unpleasant already hated this guy, he gave off a really weird vibe. That fuckass smile made him want to puke.

The two-dimensional fella squinted his eyes, furrowing his brows while staring at the kidnapper with an unspoken rage in his eyes. He definitely had a grudge, and for a good reason. The pink man knew that Unpleasant wouldn't start the conversation, so he would be the one who would have to break the ice.

“I've seen a fair share of princesses, but so far you're the ugliest one.”

Unpleasant gave him a glare. He was used to those comments, but something about the captor enraged him. Mostly because he made him wear those… clothes.

“I'm not a princess, you prick. Get me out of these clothes, will you?”

“Why would I?”

Of course. He wouldn't listen. That was rather predictable, considering that, well, it was a kidnapper. What did he expect? He groaned a bit, trying to take the collar off, however it was quite impossible considering how tight it was. He noticed a name tag, looking at it. It had a name on it. Jeremy. If it wasn't such a serious situation, he would've bursted out laughing.

“I'd rather keep my color palette than be named JEREMY. Dude, that name is bootycheeks.”

Jeremy did not look very offended by that as he kept his usual smug, infuriating expression that made Unpleasant’s blood boil.

“Is that really the best insult you can give me, princess?”

Unpleasant felt as if he was about to blow. He HATED that nickname, he HATED that guy, he HATED EVERYTHING. His hands clenched into fists.

“I. am NOT. a princess. I'm a dude.”

The captor put his hands in his pockets, raising his eyebrows a bit, his eyes half-lidded and bored, before pointing at something that could be visible under Unpleasant’s graphic tee. A binder.

“You sure?”

The gradient's face turned neon, furrowing his brows and adjusting his shirt.

“That's none of your business.”

Jeremy's face went back to the dumbass smile, opening the cage. Unpleasant immediately tried to crawl out and escape somehow, but the neon pink captor had different plans, catching him by his waist and bringing him closer. Despite Unpleasant being tall, Jeremy was even taller, and was quite well-built with a dad bod, so of course he would win a fight against a twink that is Unpleasant.

“Tsk tsk tsk… Where do you think you're goin’?”

Unpleasant started kicking, biting, scratching, all while letting out almost feral noises of rage. Jeremy, on the other hand, couldn't care less.

“I'm NOT a girl, I'm NOT a princess, and I'm definitely NOT going to stay here!! So let go-! Hnngh-!”

The captor didn't seem convinced as he felt the binder under the gradient's shirt, before suddenly yanking it off, revealing Unpleasant's chest. He squealed and covered himself up, but Jeremy could get a glimpse of his small - yet still feminine - breasts. He gave a small chuckle, looking at the infuriated and embarrassed hostage.

“I was right.”

“Ever heard of TRANS PEOPLE, DUMBASS?”

Jeremy just shrugged with his annoying chuckle that made Unpleasant want to bash his head in with a rock.

“Y'all ain't real. You're just a girl who thinks she's a dude, y'know?”

The gradient tried to pull his binder back on, but was stopped by the captor who grabbed both of his wrists, pulling him closer. Unpleasant kicked his legs, trying to look menacing, although with no positive effect.

“You know what we do with girls like you around here?”

A small pause occurred as Jeremy looked around to make sure that no one was around. If anyone WAS around though, he wouldn't have stopped.

“We put them back in their place.”

The gradient's breath hitched as he felt his chest get licked by that long, slimy tongue of the pink-colored figure. He let out a shocked gasp, trying to pull away, but his captor just overpowered him. Just like that, as if he was nothing.

Unpleasant put his hands over Jeremy's hand and shoulder, pushing him away just to be met with getting roughly pinned to the wall as Jeremy resumed his advances.

“GET OFF, YOU FUCKING- AGRH!!”

He let out a pained groan as his arms got tied up together with Jeremy's belt. When did he manage to take it off? He didn't know. It was a leather belt with spikes, and as he fastened it around the smaller man's wrists, the spikes dug into his skin, creating wounds and being the cause of the said groan.

He moved them around a bit, trying to ignore the friction on his chest, but trying to struggle made the spikes dig in even deeper, which resulted in a choked back sob from the man in the princess outfit. His arms were secured, and in front of him was some psychopath licking his tits whose pants are practically falling off due to the lack of the belt. They are held up by something though.

Unpleasant yanked his head to the side to see what it was.

…A tent.

Of course. Of course Jeremy would get hard from this. Unpleasant screamed, beginning to kick against him, unfortunately it was quite impossible. Jeremy's tongue trailed up the gradient's neck, beginning to suck, lick and nibble on his soft spot. Unpleasant let out a whine. He hated this so much. And yet, he felt himself getting wet. Ah, how ironic.

The captor didn't notice as he suddenly bit into the hostage’s neck, resulting in a moan from the other party. Tears started dripping down his cheeks. Why did he like this? He let out a choked out sob, his attempts to kick him off of him being futile. “Stupid, stupid!” - he thought - “I should've worked out more!”

Unfortunately, it was too late for that.

A rough, pink hand slipped under Unpleasant's skirt, massaging his clit, feeling around the damp spot. How sweet. How convenient. How arousing.

“Damn, bitch, you're really getting off to this? I knew you were a slut, but you truly exceeded my expectations!”

He continued with his old and trustworthy tongue action, as he kept reminding the gradient of the place that he hated the most’s existence. He closed his legs, only for Jeremy to enjoy the feeling of his hand getting squished. And with that, he kept talking, he just wouldn't shut up, would he?

“Y’know, I've been pretty pent up lately. I've been fucking sum girls and boys I captured, but none of them gave me the satisfaction. I loved seeing them broken and traumatized, but I needed more. I needed to break someone more.”

He paused to tighten the belt around Unpleasant's wrists before continuing with his speech.

“And then? I found you. All alone, a girlie who pushed everyone away because of her ugliness, both outside and inside. I'm doing everyone a favor. They get to never deal with you again, and I? I get to make you my bitch.”

Jeremy punctuated the last word with him sliding his finger under the gradient's damp panties and shoving it in without warning. No prep, no warning. He only cared about his pleasure, and it was always this way. Unpleasant yelped out of pain and tried to close his legs but they got pried apart once again. He kicked his legs, squirming as warm tears trailed down his cheeks. Only for a bit though, as they got immediately licked off and swallowed by his captor. Disgusting. Unforgivably disgusting.

“GET OFF! I DON'T WANT THIS! YOU WILL PAY!”

“Whatever. You're perfect for me, so you won't escape, not in a million years you won't. The only con is you having no friends - nice that they won't try to save you but I'd love to make them watch.”

With that, Jeremy shoved in another finger, immediately beginning to move vigorously, obviously not caring about Unpleasant getting hurt. Unpleasant didn't know what his mental state was at his point. Was this hell? Heaven? Purgatory? Or something completely different? He couldn't tell.

He was letting out a series of choked back moans and sobs, a flush on their cheeks visibly growing with every movement, every friction, every tiny thing that could be listed off as stimulating the nerve cells inside of his walls.

It felt good. bad. great. terrible. amazing. agonizing.

all of those words described the feeling perfectly.

Jeremy decided that this is enough prep, even though he literally just started exploring the poor gradient’s insides. He just had to check whether the gradient was too tight or loose. And after those fifteen seconds, he decided that Unpleasant is in fact perfect.

Jeremy raised Unpleasant's legs, throwing them over his shoulders, holding onto the gradient's waist roughly, pushing him against the wall, quickly shoving his pants off to reveal a large dick. It wasn't average, as it had small spikes running in a line along the bottom of the base. Unpleasant didn't get the chance to process what he was looking at as the member was immediately shoved into his most private area.

Unpleasant yelled out of pain. He clawed, scratched, tried to bite. Unfortunately, it turned his captor even more. Jeremy didn't waste any time as he started moving literally immediately, not being decent enough to give Unpleasant time to adjust as he went rough, using the poor gradient as a live fleshlight.

The spikes were highly uncomfortable, and the roughness with the minimum prep fortunately didn't make Unpleasant bleed, however it was still wildly painful. Maybe if he went limp Jeremy would get bored. Maybe he would get off. So he went limp, trying to make as little noise as possible, however it was impossible as it hurt so much.

Jeremy just took that as a sign to go harder.

Tears trickled down the gradient's face, wrapping his hands around Jeremy's neck in something resembling a hug, while in reality he just held on for his dear life so that his head wouldn't have to hit the stone wall. His hips were being moved against his will. Up, down, up, down. A never ending cycle of agony that would linger in Unpleasant's mind forever and ever.

“Damn… You're already enjoying this, you fucking slut. Of course, I knew you'd learn eventually. You're. My. Bitch.”

He punctuated the last three words with especially hard and rough thrusts before going back to focusing on speed, making Unpleasant cry out. He felt the tip smashing against his cervix, it hurt. It felt as if he was being torn apart from the inside. And it felt good.

Jeremy was right. He WAS a slut.

He couldn't bring himself to be angry anymore, just beginning to sob. He hated this. He loved this. He feels so much, and it's a massive 50/50 when it comes to the question whether it's negative or positive. Unpleasant never knew that he was a masochist, but right now he learned. Jeremy picked up on the lack of fight-back.

“Pathetic. At least now you're useful, I guess. A live fleshlight, eh? Yeah, that's what yer good for.”

The gradient was fucked out of his mind already, and the captor wasn't even close to finishing. He pushed Unpleasant further against the wall, letting out small groans and grunts, sometimes whispering insults in the hostage's ear. That just made him even wetter.

He hates himself.

He hates himself so much.

Suddenly, Jeremy pulled out, leaving Unpleasant waiting and unsatisfied. Unpleasant looked up at Jeremy in confusion, maybe it was over? Far from that. Jeremy was rubbing himself against the hostage's stomach, wrapping his arm around him to make him stay in the air, and pulling on the leash that was attached to Unpleasant.

“Beg. Beg like the bitch you are.”

Unpleasant got paler. He didn't know what to say. He had a feeling that if he doesn't beg, he will get either beaten, killed, or punished. There was pretty much no chance for freedom. So he threw all his honor away, and hissed out.

“...please…”

“Please what?”

The gradient cringed even more. Why did he have to say this? Oh my god. He panted out.

“Please… put it… back…in.”

Jeremy shrugged, pushing Unpleasant face-down onto the ground, pulling his hips up in the air, positioning himself behind the kidnapped fella and plunging back into his warm, tight hole.

“Eh, good enough.”

The gradient whined out of pain and pleasure. Is he really a slut? Did he really just beg? That literally broke him. He's such a slut. He really is a slut. That train of thought has been interrupted by Jeremy's yapping once again.

“That's what happens to girls who try to act tough.”

He finally went all in, the wet sounds echoing against the place, by the way he felt Unpleasant's walls clench he knew that the gradient was close. How pathetic. Meanwhile, Unpleasant hated how good it felt. He hated it, but his body loved it. When will this end?

Luckily the session was over once Unpleasant orgasmed, because with his walls clenching around Jeremy's cock and the slick liquid all over his insides, Jeremy came as well, got tired and pulled out. They were both panting. Unpleasant couldn't even think about the risks of getting creampied. That was the thing he worried about the least. The pink squarehead grabbed him by the hair and teasingly slapped him across the face.

“Don't think this is over yet, bitch. I know damn well you haven't learned your place. So I'll keep you for now. I could use a fleshlight, and you'll finally become the fuckin' pathetic bimbo you were born to be.”

Unpleasant could not cry, he ran out of tears to let out of his body. He knew that this was going to be his new life now, but he was too tired after the orgasm to try and struggle yet again.

Might as well accept this and accommodate.

He tried to remove all the traces of himself from his personality, try to remove his identity and just force himself to become what Jeremy wants him to be, to act like the brainless bimbo so that maybe, just maybe, he will be let free.

His identity will return once he's free. Or maybe it won't. Right now he only cares about pleasing his captor so that he's left alone. Maybe.

Maybe he will please him and make him proud so that he makes him proud.

So that he makes him proud.

So that they make him proud.

So that she makes him proud.