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SEX DUNGEON
a novella by samanella and cocktober
disclaimer: we were way fucked up writing this whole story
Jim continues to wail, and Ray looks on in terror. “IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT! THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU COULD’VE KEPT YOUR DICK IN YOU FUCKING PANTS!” Jim stands up, knees wobbling, and begins to beat on Ray’s chest, tears streaming down her face. Ray grabs at Jim’s fingers and tries to pry her away, but Jim is insistent. She just won’t stop! Ray finally snaps and lets out a loud growl, his beta principles shattering in an instant. Ray is suddenly ambushed from behind. He whips his head around, only to be greeted by what looked like a life-sized, human-shaped pillow cushion.
He’s bewildered, but before he can gather his thoughts he’s been pushed to the ground. Ray finds it difficult to find the right words to describe the way it feels. It definitely doesn’t hurt, but the creature punched with such fervor that Ray found it impossible to fight back. Jim made herself scarce cuz she tweaking. She gets on her hands and knees and looks under various tables and couches placed throughout the room, on the prowl for any drug she can find. This is what really matters.
The fight continues. Ray throws flaccid and pitiful punches. The couch-thing has punched him so many times that it’s actually starting to hurt a bit now. Suddenly, a powerful force washes over him.
“No.”
He mumbles, throwing the thing off him.
“NO.”
He says, a bit louder this time.
“NO!”
He shrieks, tackling the thing to the ground and ripping its head off. It thrashes and writhes before finally going limp.
Jim is still searching fervently, unaware of what just occurred.
“Bro. Did you see that shit?” Ray asks, flexing his muscles. Jim doesn’t look up, muttering something to himself, shifting back and forth on his hands. Suddenly, he starts ASCENDING, a bright light casts itself over him, and his orbs glow bright purple. A baby’s cry can be heard from the room over. Ray GASPS! “The bab!” He exclaims to himself, sprinting across the room. Jim is still experiencing sailor moon level transgenderism shit.
Suddenly, a cellar door adorned with chains and latches appears. ‘Uh.. Jim....?” Ray asks, perplexed! He slowly turns his head over his shoulder, only to get an eyeful of Jim’s tummy wummy. He’s dripped out in full leather AND A DOG MASK! As if in a fantasy film, whips and chains and ropes and miscellaneous bondage shit start sprouting out of the ground. Ray smirks. “Heh… wow, Jim. I didn’t know you were into that.” Ray immediately begins unbuttoning his shirt. “Heh.. ray. You really turned me on, king.”
The two are lost in each other’s eyes.
Ray’s eyes are clouded with lust. “So, what are you thinking?” He asks. “Well…” Jim says, his dick ROCK HARD. The corpse of the cushion-thing lies there. Ray looks over at it and smirks impishly.
They proceed to have crazy wild kinky gay sex and it’s really passionate. Ray uses the dead couch thingn (what the fuck?) as a pillow.
“Wow.” Ray says breathlessly. He lights up a cigarette (a fag as the brits would call it HA!!!!) and Jim plops down beside him. Ray takes a drag and smoke billows into the air. “Hey king,” Jim says, craning his neck to look at Ray, “can I get some of that?” Ray nods and hands Jim the cig. They seem to have forgotten about the baby! Those darn hippies!
“Jim, you really are my Dionysus.” Ray mutters shyly. Jim chuckles. “That’s sweet. You’re my little scarab.”