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"Coosmmoo.."
Sprout moaned out, his legs quaking as a cold blade split open the skin on his belly. His hands were tied behind his back, so what gives? Cosmo.
Cosmo was cutting him. Not enough to cause real harm, but just enough to draw blood.
The sensations were driving Sprout insane.
He closed his legs tight, thankfully they weren't binded. Slick was oozing out of his neglected cunt, but he could cum from the sight of Cosmo holding the knife alone.
There were so many cuts on his torso, a bunch on his chest and top scars, and a long red line going horizontally across each of his ribs.
The cuts stung, it felt like pressing on a bruise. It felt amazing. It hurts so good. He was going to cum from this.
This isn't normal. He knows it isn't. He doesn't know if it's a strange subconscious thing, but he'd love to die by the hands of someone else. He found the scenario so hot.
He can't help but run off to the nearest bathroom when he sees him, and trace that name that he carved into his thigh over with a knife, and watching the blood dribble out.
Cosmo.
Cosmo was the sweetest person ever. He'd never hurt Sprout. He wasn't some sick psychopath like Sprout is.
Yet, Sprout still fantasized about it.
"Cosmooo... Cut me more..."
Cosmo chuckled in response.
"Wow. So close to cumming untouched just from this blade?"
Cosmo cut another line going across one of Sprout's top surgery scars.
"You're such a whore."
Cosmo wouldn't say that.
Maybe Shrimpo would.
Not Cosmo.
But he only wanted Cosmo to hurt him. He wanted Cosmo to beat him with a pan. He wanted Cosmo to cut off his fingers one at a time with a cleaver. He wanted Cosmo to use him until he broke. He wanted Cosmo to gut him like a fish. Wanted Cosmo to choke him out while breeding him full. He felt disgusted at how much he'd get off on the pain.
The blade trailed down to Sprout's thigh, not being picked up once.
"Spread your legs."
Sprout did as told.
Cosmo unbuckled his belt and pulled his shorts down, letting his cock bounce out and hit Sprout's bloodied thigh.
Sprout moaned at the feeling, the precum stinging his cuts a bit. Cosmo tossed the knife aside.
"Such a good boy."
And Cosmo slammed in, no stretching, no preparation.
He kept pounding into the berry relentlessly, entirely self indulgent.
Cosmo wouldn't do that.
Sprout whimpers as he cums all over Cosmo's cock, walls squeezing around it as he squirts, practically cumming untouched.
Cosmo kept railing into him. Now the pain was actually starting to bother him. Overstimulation didn't feel great, but Cosmo kept ramming into him.
Then he heard a knock at his door
"Sprout? Are you okay? You've been in there for a few hours.."
Sprout opened his eyes. He was back in his room. There were so many cuts all over him, he'd have to wear sweaters and pants that cover up all of his legs fit the rest of the week.
"I'm fine! Don't worry!"
"Can I come in?"
Oh god. If Cosmo came in, he'd see all of.. that. How do you even begin to explain that you were cutting and touching yourself while imagining it was them who did it?
"No."
"Why? You're worrying me, Sprout..."
Classic Cosmo. Worrying about everyone. Checking on Sprout since he hadn't come of of his room for hours. Sprout thought for a moment.
"I'm.. indecent."
"Oh. Well, please come out soon. I heated up some food for you."
"Thanks.."
Cosmo was so sweet. So kind. So caring. Everything good, was Cosmo.
Sprout couldn't help himself though.
He wanted Cosmo to slice him up.
He sighed, pulling his fingers out of his cunt with a wet squelch. The slick on his fingers was red. Really red. He should've trimmed his nails before this.
Well, he had to stop sooner or later.
He sat up, looking down at himself to see the damage.
.. There was a lot of blood. It'd be best if he just took a bath.