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The anticipation grew as they locked eyes, Morpheliac's heavily strained breathing and the hum of the computer the only thing to be heard. Like a walrus out of water Morpheliac struggled to gain control over his enormous body and get on his feet. The half evaporated, now dried puke on on his shirt made it uncomfortable to move around and he could feel the all too familiar crusty friction against his protruding bulk.
Systematic looked at Morpheliac, astounded that someone of such gargantuan proportions could even move. Little did he know Morpheliac had a black belt in the art of fat movement (also known as American parkour). Morpheliac's breathing intensified as he stood up and met Systematic's graze with a triumphant look on his face. The human sack of fat reached for the little red plastic cup next to him on the floor, the product of many nights alone awaited him inside. A sharp yet somehow aged smell of dead jellyfish and chlorine radiated from the thick liquid in the cup.
His pudgy hand griped the cup and brought it to his lips, his homemade drink tasted a bit salty and the consistency of it reminded him of having a heavy cold. He took three large mouthfuls of the seed drink and put the red cup down. Systematic looked impressed.
"Wadia whanth with me?" Morpheliac said confidently yet unaware of his slurred and strange way of speaking due to his many years in isolation.
"You could have been something, now look at you!" Shrieked an unseen rat disguised as a human from the corner of the dark basement.
"MAYBE IF MAMMY HADN'T BEEN SO MEAN AND RUINED MY LIFE" Morpheliac shouted into the dark, so caught up in emotion that his words became a incoherent scream of panicked rage.
The sound of a half empty 2L bottle being knocked over brought him back. He knew that somewhere in the darkness of his room his piss was now being spilled on the cold concrete floor. For a split second he contemplated the thought that maybe storing all his waste products in the basement with him was maybe not the best idea - before he realized the alternative would be to venture out of his adult womb. The second thought scared him more than anything.
He rested his physical being at the chair once again. "Why did I get up" he though to himself "something about a rat"
His sausage shaped appendage found its way to the f5 key and pressed it down with the hope of seeing new threads or replays. There were none.
He was now back, but the moment was ruined for him. He had already been close to the euphoric edge of climax with the one vid, but he needed something new. He needed some role players. He needed some deep dark fantasies. He needed a gay bondage party. Morpheliac prepared his body with a snus (extra strength). "This time we go all the way," he said to himself in heavy and deep voice, devoid of any hint of hesitation.
Everything was going well. "Take it, boy!" the one of the doms screamed as he whipped the chained-up sub. Time felt accelerated. Morpheliac reached for the cum rag and equipped it. He knew that within a minute, there would be that sweet, sweet release of cum he had been denied before.
It was all coming to its apex, when suddenly, a "BANG! BANG! BANG!" was heard at the door. Fear flooded Morpheliac for a moment, until he remembered he had always used his VPN for his "dirty work." So it couldn't be the law enforcement...not for him, at least.
He continued toward that that ecstasy, in an instant, he heard the door kick in. Total paranoia and confusion gripped him. He heard walking toward the basement, and then slow and measured steps down it. Morpheliac scrambled for a dark corner in his dank dwelling.
The light from upstairs revealed the figure walking down them. It was Systematic. "What you doin' with that rag, boy?" Systematic shouted, a slight slur of alcohol to his voice. But Systematic never drank? Morpheliac was in a state of utter confusion. Morpheliac scampered off into a darker corner. "Where you goin' with that rag, boy?" shouted Systematic, even angrier this time.
Systematic looked over to the computer screen. He seen a man wearing what could barely be called an outfit of leather strapped to a game show-like wheel and being spun around, whipped repeatedly. Systematic knew immediately what had become of his precious rag. All of the memories, the flights of joy and the depths of sorrow contained in that rag, all stained with semen.
Systematic sat down for a moment, overwhelmed. And so there was a moment of silence between Morpheliac and Systematic. It was a special kind of silence: The only one where two people are so worlds apart that there is just nothing can be said between them.
After the despair of not seeing new threads morpheliac began to cry,systematic offered a helping hand but Morpheliac refused,overrun by the false pride and self esteem he had locked himself up in.Something happened to Morpheliac down the road.He was different,a switch had been flipped inside of him,he began staring at the ceiling.Wondering what had happened to him systematic asked "what's wrong" Morpheliac sat there looking at the ceiling with dead silence,he suddenly looked at systematic and said "There's something you need to know about me" systematic closed his ear onto Morpheliac,Morpheliac pulled out a knife and killed systematic.The transformation had been complete Morpheliac transformed into sinister vowing to spam sociopath community until the day he died while drinking systematic's blood.
As Morph tried to drink my blood he grew frustrated as to why he couldn't taste anything, or why it didn't feel wet. He continuously cursed at my dead body until he was awaken from his autistic delusion by my backhand. Startled and fearful he scooted as fast as he could across the room, trying to flee in his wobbling computer chair as I approached him. One of the wheels on his computer chair was snagged and jammed up by a stray honey bun wrapper, he fell with such force that it made me stumble. It was at this point that I revealed my silenced beretta and put it to his perspiring, greasy forehead. I said coldly "so sneak me and try to drink my blood huh?" Morph started making excuses before being interrupted by the sound of the safety on the pistol clicking off. He began sobbing before I put the barrel in his mouth "Go ahead and say your ABC's for me" I muttered quietly. Morph was lost, he barely got out the letter b before going into a nervous breakdown. "Sort of hard to do with my pistol in your mouth isn't it?" I asked in an amused manner. My finger was on the trigger before I heard a noise from Morph's computer. The Web cam was still on and the figure watched with anticipation. I grew enraged, growling before gaining control of myself, i removed my pistol from Morph's throat, he cried silently in relief. I holstered my pistol and took of my gloves, what commenced after that was one of thee most vicious ass beatings ever witnessed. Which finished off in a similar fashion.
Before leaving the morph's mobile home I glared one time at the figure on the webcam before exiting. i reached in my pocket, pulled out the list and crossed out Sinister's name before walking back to the lambo
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