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‘ God, my head hurts… ’ Was the first thought that popped into Shedletsky’s mind after waking up. He didn’t know where he was—his eyes were still adjusting to the new scene.
It was quite the eyestrain. It was mostly pitch black and neon green with some bright, pure white.
Wait… He recognized that colour scheme… 1x1x1x1?
He realized he was in a bedroom—his bedroom, back at home. But, it wasn’t right. Things were shattered, his face was missing from the family photo on the bedside table, and everything was in that eyebleeding colour trio.
He tried to get up and run away, which was halted when he realized he was chained to the bed. He frantically searched his surroundings, his eyes settled on the only non-eyestraining thing in the room—a grey figure. Builderman.
Builderman was chained to a chair, still unconscious.
He remembered the nights he’d spend in this room with Builderman, rough, intimate nights. Nights that were unfair to others.
Builderman started to stir in his seat. It was facing the bed where Shedletsky lay chained up.
It seems he had a similar process to Shedletsky upon his rough awakening because he looked around disoriented before eventually trying to struggle free.
After figuring it was no use, his eyes landed on Shedletsky.
“…Shedletsky?”
Builderman questioned.
“Builderman..? What happened?"
“I was about to ask you the sam-”
He was cut off as the door swung up, Shedletsky got a small peek of what was behind the door, it was an empty void. But, that wasn’t the real concern here.
The atmosphere went silent as a figure walked through the door, almost like a black hole had opened up and sucked out all of the sound into its vacuum.
An eyestraining mess of white, black, and bright green walked into the room.
1x1x1x1 in the flesh.
Its long, white hair was flowing behind it as it walked into the room. Its expression indicated nothing but malice. The sight of the entity struck so much fear in the hearts of the men that their hair might as well have turned white, similar to that of the entity tormenting them.
Neither of them spoke, fearing the repercussions that they may face if they did. Their eyes didn’t leave the figure, watching its every move, preparing themselves for an attack.
1x loved the attention, it loved how fear-stricken both men were. It loved the power, the authority. It was the one in control now, not its useless creator or his pitiful fuckbuddy. They were reduced to mere silverfish, they had no way of defending themselves, all they could do was run, but their legs were cut off.
It walked over to Shedletsky, it stayed staring at that fat son of a bitch. It watched every tremble, each sparkle in his eyes as they watered.
Shedletsky looked away shamefully. 1x didn’t like that.
It roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at it in the eyes—its red, corrupted eyes.
The reflection in its eyes were like the pits of Hell, fiery seas of lava, torture all around.
Each glitch that rippled through its corrupted form served to put Shedletsky further on edge.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
It spoke, its words were cruel like a kick to the nuts.
Shedletsky stayed silent.
“Answer, insolent fool!”
Its face dropped into a scowl and it raised its hand, indicating an upcoming slap.
Shedletsky began to struggle, desperately answering
“N-no! I don’t know why I’m here.”
1x lowered its hand, smile returning.
“I am going to fill your whorish cunt up and fuck my seed into your womb while your ‘ lover ’ watches.”
Both of the men’s expressions dropped even further into fear and despair— if that was even possible .
1x let go of Shedletsky’s face. Not long after, something began to happen.
Shedletsky’s clothing glitched for a moment before completely disappearing off of his body, leaving him exposed.
He felt nothing but dread at what he knew was to come. He watched with fearful eyes as 1x began to remove its pants.
It unbuckled its belt, allowing its trousers to drop. As it began to pull down its boxers, it remained deliberately slow as to prolong the dread that the men felt.
It finally pulled its boxers far enough down its thighs that they were able to drop to its feet when it let go.
It stepped out of the clothing that had pooled around its feet and began to make it onto the bed with Shedletsky.
Shedletsky trembled at their approach. He hadn’t had a good chance to look at what it was packing, but based on the glimpses he got, it had two huge green tendrils down there.
Builderman watched in agony as 1x began to grope Shedletsky, squeezing his thighs, sides, and breasts.
He wanted to do something to help his ‘friend’ out so badly, but he was stuck in this chair, unable to move. He couldn’t look away either, it was like a car crash—you don’t wanna see it, but you can’t look away.
Builderman and Shedletsky made quick eye contact, both of their eyes were watering and conveyed fear. The mutual gaze didn’t last long, however. 1x grabbed Shedletsky’s face and once again forced him to look at it.
Shedletsky was forced to watch his creation smile as it violated him with the very hands that he had crafted from his own hatred. The way its eyes became more and more luminous as it continued to make Shedletsky suffer a fate worse than death was sickening.
Shedletsky felt a hand on his cunt. It was so cold that it burned. It sent unpleasant waves of static surging through his body.
A clawed finger pressed down to his vagina, and eventually inside. It was… Painful.
He let out a loud, pained moan.
He felt ashamed at Builderman seeing him like this. Builderman has seen Shedletsky’s body countless times, he’s even personally felt it countless times, but this was different.
He was being violated and he felt like it was his fault for creating 1x, and now he felt like he was at fault for his dear friend being forced to witness his violation.
He choked back sobs. He wanted to look over at Builderman, give him some indication that it was his own fault and not the builder’s, but he couldn’t. 1x is forcing him to face the consequences of what he created.
1x inserted a second finger and started to thrust them in and out.
It was breathing heavily, occasional small chuckles found themselves between its breaths.
“You… You did this to yourself. You turned me into a monster !”
It spat raw guilt towards Shedletsky. It seemed to grow angrier at those words, like it was reminding itself of something it didn’t want to remember.
“But why him?!”
Shedletsky asked, genuine upset present in his voice. He understood why he was being punished, but he didn’t understand why Builderman was being punished, too.
1x paused the thrusting of its fingers, taking a moment before speaking.
“Because your perverted little affair was just another display of your selfishness.”
It was evidently pissed. It began to rapidly fingerfuck Shedletsky, not caring for the pain it was causing him. As its anger began to rise, it and its entire pocket dimension began to glitch.
But, the glitching calmed down as it calmed down. Watching Shedletsky in pain seemed to bring it nothing but pure joy.
It took its fingers out of Shedletsky; It didn’t care to adequately prepare the man.
It crawled on top of Shedletsky and repositioned him, his legs were now around its waist.
Its large, neon green tendrils seemed to have a mind of their own, they began to slither towards Shedletsky’s cunt, one rubbed itself against his clit, the other teased at his hole. They left behind a trail of green slick as they did so.
Shedletsky shut his eyes and moaned, he arched his back as the tendril continued to rub his clit.
“Are you enjoying your assault? Slut. I bet not even Builderman could get you like this.”
Its other tendril began to crawl down to Shedletsky’s hole, joining the other one. 1x thrusted its hips forward, allowing its slick tendrils to begin making their way inside.
Shedletsky moaned at the strange sensation. It almost felt like a worm and it was painful, but it also felt strangely pleasurable.
He felt terrible that it felt good. He felt like he was betraying Builderman, who was sitting right next to him. He didn’t even want to begin to unpack why he felt like having sex with another in front of his affair partner felt horrible but the affair itself didn’t.
1x kept pushing inside of him, its tendril slithered around and rubbed against every inch of his vaginal canal. He was uncontrollably moaning. He threw his head back and flexed his thighs muscles in pleasure.
He was ashamed at his body’s response to this rape. He didn’t want this, but it felt so good. It made him feel…. Bad. He felt like a slut, but not in a ‘good, fun’ way, more in a ‘useless hole’ way. Tears began to stream down his face.
1x turned its head to Builderman.
“See this? I know how to fuck him right. I bet you couldn’t even make him cum, I bet he had to fake it.”
It chuckled.
Builderman’s face twisted in anger, he looked like a rabid dog; he was about to bark back like he was one, when a zipper appeared on his mouth, much like the one on 1x’s own mouth.
Except the zipper on Builderman’s mouth was jammed shut, and he couldn’t unzip it as his arms were chained behind his back.
“You don’t get to speak. You just get to observe.”
It seemed pleased with itself, far too pleased with itself.
“Don’t try anything funny. I don’t want to have to weld a piece of metal to your mouth to keep it shut!”
It began to violently laugh at its own joke. It squeezed Shedletsky’s sides with its clawed hands as it continued to laugh, but the laughter quickly began to die down as it went back to ramming into Shedletsky.
Shedletsky nearly screamed . The pace was far too rough. It was so deep inside of him that its tendrils slammed against his cervix with each thrust, the tip of one even rubbed against the ostium of his cervix, almost teasing it, like it was threatening to push past it.
The stimulation towards his cervix sent shocks of pain and discomfort throughout his body. He violently jolted each time his cervix was rammed into, but it was almost difficult to notice with how badly he was trembling.
“Take my cock like the whore you are. You’re going to swell with my babies.”
Shedletsky violently shook his head side to side.
“N-no!”
1x smirked. Shedletsky was falling apart so easily, and as much as it adored how much Shedletsky was sobbing, it also felt as though it could break both of the men even worse.
It began to manipulate the dimension with its mind—since it had created this pocket dimension, it could change it in any way at will, which included the ability to manipulate the unfortunate souls that found themselves trapped in it.
Shedletsky began to feel… Good. All of the pain, the discomfort subsided into raw pleasure. He didn’t understand what was happening. He still didn’t want this, he’d still rather be anywhere but here, but his mind was so clouded with lust that he could barely think.
He felt like he was trapped in his body with no way to communicate, like he wasn’t in control of how it reacted to the acts being performed upon it.
He let out several loud, involuntary moans. He begged and pleaded for more.
He had no idea what was happening but he was terrified, he tried to scream and protest, but it all just came out as sounds of pleasure.
He felt sick just thinking about how Builderman must feel seeing him like this, only being able to view his reactions and not read his thoughts. He couldn’t bear the thought that Builderman might think that his lover was enjoying being violated in front of him.
Builderman was distraught at what he was seeing. He watched Shedletsky go from crying and trying to fight back to arching and begging for more.
He was at least glad that Shedletsky wasn’t as distressed anymore— or so he thought —but he was also heartbroken at the fact that he was reacting so positively to someone else doing stuff to him.
He knew that it was hypocritical for him to get jealous and upset over something like this, but he wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt.
1x slammed into Shedletsky harder and deeper— if that was even possible —drawing out loud moans of pleasure from the man, his legs were violently shaking and his thigh muscles were flexing, his back was arched so far off the bed that he looked like he was having a demon exorcised out of him; he was close to an orgasm.
It turned its head towards Builderman’s direction, holding a smug expression on its face.
“I… Heh… Bet you never fucked him as good as this before… Bet your tiny cock felt more like a needle prick than a good fucking… Yeah…”
It spat towards Builderman, panting between sentences.
“Mmm so deep… Bet he could barely feel you…”
He turned back over to Shedletsky.
“Isn’t that right, dear?”
Shedletsky could barely answer, felt so good that his brain had basically turned to mush.
1x began to rub his clit, increasing the amount of pleasure he was feeling. Shedletsky screamed, he was so close.
But then something changed. The pleasure in his body began to cease, turning back into excruciating pain. 1x stopped rubbing his clit, depriving him of any pleasure.
Shedletsky’s mind was no longer clouded by lust, but instead pain. He didn’t know if the pain was worse than before or if he had just gotten so used to the pleasure that going back to how he felt before made it feel ten times worse.
He began to scream and cry in pain again.
“Stop! Stop! Please! It hurts!”
He sobbed, he didn’t care if he came off as weak anymore, it was too much to handle.
“You want the pleasure back, don’t you? You can’t handle the pain, huh?”
Shedletsky was hesitant to nod, but he did. As much as he didn’t want this, at least he could feel good instead of feeling like he had a pear of anguish the side of a watermelon being expanded inside of him.
“Then say it. Say I’m better than Builderman. Say that only I can fuck you good, and that his cock is nothing compared to mine!”
Shedletsky hesitated, he looked over at Builderman, pain in his eyes. As much as he didn’t want this, he needed the pain to stop. He felt like a selfish jerk, but he could barely think over the pain .
“You’re the best! Only you can fuck me properly! His cock is nothing compared to yours!”
It smirked, but it didn’t bring the pleasure back just yet.
“You can do better. Say you want me to breed you, to fill you up with my cum. Tell me how badly you want my babies.”
Shedletsky hesitated again, but gave in quicker this time.
“I-I want you to fill me with me with your kids! I want your superior cock to breed me, make me swell with your spawn!”
It seemed satisfied. As Shedletsky felt the pain begin to get replaced by pleasure, 1x turned its head over to Builderman, taking in the distraught expression of the defeated man, at the same time making sure to show off its prideful expression.
1x returned to rubbing his clit, pushing him over the edge. His whole body clenched as he came, relaxing as his orgasm began to pass. 1x’s orgasm wasn’t far behind Shedletsky’s, it filled him up with an inhuman amount of semen before pulling out.
It slapped one of Shedletsky’s thighs, watching it jiggle in response.
Cum dripped out of Shedletsky’s used, stretched hole.
1x redressed and left the room; though it was physically gone, it was still able to observe everything telepathically.
Both of the men were untied and Builderman’s mouth was freed up. It was eventually going to send them back to the real world, it just wanted to leave the men to deal with each other for a moment while secretly observing.
As Shedletsky’s mind began to uncloud he started to feel soreness spread throughout his body, with the worst of it being between his legs.
He was unaware of everything that had gone on for a moment, but everything quickly came back to him.
He felt sick at what he had done, what he had said, in front of Builderman no less… Wait…
‘ Builderman !’
He was reminded of the fact that Builderman was still here and had witnessed everything.
His head shot over to where Builderman was, he was still sitting in the chair.
He was frozen in shock and looked heartbroken .
Shedletsky got up and rushed towards him despite how much pain his legs were in, he had tears in his eyes. He was frantic, profusely apologizing to Builderman, desperately trying to explain what was happening in his body.
Builderman didn’t seem to be listening all that much, he wasn’t ignoring Shedletsky, he was just still in shock. Still trying to process what happened.
What Shedletsky said and how he was reacting definitely hurt him, but he couldn’t blame Shedletsky. He hadn’t asked for this. It wasn’t his fault.
It wasn’t anyone’s fault.