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A smile spreads across Jimmy's face as he looks at Daisuke, pausing to admire the infant. He gurgled out something once he noticed the adult was staring at him. They were home alone, and Daisuke's stupid mom trusted him enough to babysit him. Just another whore oblivious to what's going to happen to her baby.
"Hey there, lil' Daisuke." Jimmy said, picking up the little boy. "We're gonna have so much fun, aren't we?" He had been dreaming about the day where he could finally be alone with him, fantasizing about shoving his cock in his 8 month old asshole and pound into him using his blood as lube. Maybe even force him to suck his grown up cock like a pacifier, watch him choke. Now that they were finally together, there was one thing on his mind.
What would be the best way to take him?
Daisuke giggled something, causing Jimmy's cock to throb in his jeans. Stupid kid had no concept of the effect he had on men like him, men who were sick enough to use kiddies like him like the perfect fleshlights they were. He was practically the size of one, anyway. "So precious," he pressed a kiss to his cheek and nuzzled it softly, making him coo. "Your mommy has no clue what a sick bastard I am, huh."
He laughs at himself. It's too easy. Might as well walk around to get some inspiration, he thinks— insatiable appetite for soft, prepubescent perfect flesh, and all. Daisuke continues to coo, ah. So intoxicatingly innocent. "Wanna go on an adventure with me, honey?" Jimmy says, and then it hits him. There's a meat grinder somewhere in the basement, right?
Ohh.
That's perfect.
"It'll be your last, but that's okay." A low chuckle escapes him, and the baby doesn't know any better, never will grow up to.
The buzz he feels is undeniable as he sets the meat grinder down on the counter, glancing over to the baby currently staring at him. "We're ready to play, sweet boy." Jimmy picked up the infant again, placing him in the front of the machine. Daisuke couldn't help but try to grab it.
"Aww, eager, are we? You just can't wait to die."
Jimmy gripped the baby's wrist, shoving his itty bitty arm into the grinder, forcing a loud scream from the infant. His cock pulsed from the brutality in front of him, watching as his bones got crushed by the metal. Daisuke squirmed uncontrollably, trying to wiggle out of the machine. Baby screams of bloody murder, he unbuckled his belt.
"Fuck, you're making me hard, sweetie." His eyes were glued to the sight of Daisuke's shredded arm, chunks of flesh in the tray at the bottom. Maybe he could make a nice meal for his mother. Tears ran down the little boy's cheeks, his voice reduced to a whimper as Jimmy forced his other arm in, the pain excruciating to the point where he threw up chunks all over himself. "Such a good boy for me." Jimmy spoke, yanking his diaper off and shoving his dick up his small ass.
Daisuke was being ripped apart, his rim stretched obscenely around the adult's fat cock. The young child let out incoherent screams as the torture continued, suffering in ways no little boy should go through. 8 months old and being treated worse than livestock, getting pounded like a whore in heat. "Fuuuuck, you feel amazing." He hissed, raping him harder.
It was absolutely addicting, his screams were like a symphony in his sick mind, and his tight asshole gripping his shaft was exquisite— Daisuke was delectable with his baby fat, now having a grotesque, torn apart arm that Jimmy was salivating over. "That's it, good boy." Jimmy hummed, yanking him by the hair and shoving his face in, seeing blood gush all over like a massacre— the hottest fucking thing he's seen.
The infant's squeals disappeared into a gross gurgle, his lithe body going limp. Jimmy slid out, before slamming deep inside his asshole, licking his lips at the sight of his bruised hips. "You had such a bright future ahead of you, it's a shame." He huffs, starting to jackhammer his corpse. Daisuke was so tiny and tight, he couldn't help it, especially with the fact that he was still warm. "Don't worry, you're still useful."
With a few more harsh thrusts, Jimmy spilled his seed deep inside the 8 month old's rear, filling his bowels up with seed. He didn't pull out until after a full minute, watching as globs of white streaked his thighs and coated his shaft. "Mmmh, fuck, I needed that." Jimmy laughed, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he began to ogle the mutilated corpse of the baby he was supposed to take care of. "And you did so well too." His fingers trailed across his flesh, marveling at how fucked his arm and face were. Completely unrecognizable from earlier. He was dead now. He had killed an 8 month old.
Jimmy's cock pulsed, instinctively pumping himself a few times as he thought about what to do with the corpse.
Not even hesitating, he leaned down and bit off his mutilated hand, chewing on the chunks of flesh and bone. The metallic taste was instant, a salvation that made him forget about the burning pit he would be engulfed in once he passed.
Daisuke laid there in the contraption still before Jimmy pulled him out, his fingers digging into his sides as he positioned himself on his cock once more. The kitchen was a mess of gore, his safe haven. He sunk his teeth into Daisuke's neck, then his chest, tearing off pieces on his thighs. "You're delicious, sweet boy." Jimmy laughed with a mouthful of blood.
This was definitely the worst thing he's ever done, but he couldn't be more prouder of himself; satisfaction swelling in his heart. Daisuke's little body was everything to him, including a meal, as Jimmy bit him once more. His hips stuttered with every thrust, feeling his asshole clenching around his fat cock harder. He was still such a little slut, even in his death.
"Just begging to be filled again, aren't you?" Jimmy couldn't blame him, his dick twitching in the infant's prepubescent hole. Too pleasurable, too perfect— he was being driven by animal impulses, forced to gyrate continuously into the miniature fleshlight that was Daisuke's limp body. "Stupid slut." He spat, smearing his crushed head with the fluid. "Already a dead whore before you're even 1. How fucked up is that? What the fuck is wrong with me?"
It was a boast, more than anything.
Jimmy slid out of his ass, throwing him at the wall and watching the red splatter. Fucking wonderful.