Death the Pimp
submission from tsubakiisstripping:

Hello Kid.

O-oh… Hey there Tsubaki… I uh… -Pimp falters- Um….. -in shock- W-when did this happen? -loses composure-
((omg who is this i must know. all of these sexual ooc crack blogs i can’t even askldjadkdjs))

submission from tsubakiisstripping:

Hello Kid.

O-oh… Hey there Tsubaki… I uh… -Pimp falters- Um….. -in shock- W-when did this happen? -loses composure-

((omg who is this i must know. all of these sexual ooc crack blogs i can’t even askldjadkdjs))

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 The Demon rumbled, the vibrations bouncing off his chest and onto Pimp’s as his hands worked the boy. He was a creature of repressed sexual nature, of course he would know all about the act, so he was more than experienced. His strong thumbs brushed and teased both the boys nipples before pinching rather roughly. No one said his copulation was gentle.

“I am aware you are clearly not a female… however you seem to be enjoying this…” He mocked, quite liking all the rough hits Pimp was delivering to his back. Pain excited him. Too bad for Pimp.

Reaching his filthy hand down, Pyramid mercilessly massaged the organ that was hid by a flimsy piece of cloth he had never seen before (boxers). When he felt Pimp seize up, he removed his tongue from his neck to caress his nipples with it.

Pimp ‘s entire body stiffened at the feeling of a large, masculine hand groping him through his boxers. His member started to stiffen up (AGAINST HIS WILL he kept telling himself) and an unfamiliar yet pleasant buzz settled under his skin. He let out a deep, throaty moan at the feeling of that long tongue writhing along his chest and scraping at his nipples, the sensation a totally foreign one. His protests dwindles and died along with his punches as the pleasure overwhelmed his body, clouding his mind. His fingers continued to scrape at Pyramid Head’s chest and arms, but with different intentions than before.

It was amazing how quickly this boy melted within his arms, Pyramid Head had known he was a virgin, but honestly, this was almost adorable. His own sexual organ was swelling with blood, and soon he would not be able to stave off his animistic desires.

But for now, they were under control. Trailing his tongue down Pimp’s body, he slithered it under the strange piece of cloth before ridding him of the annoying thing and focused upon running his tongue up and down the boys surprisngly well endowed length.

Seeing his arms move out of the corner of his Helmet, Pyramid took a moment to use the strange cuffs attached to Pimp’s bed. They were clean, obviously never been used before, they clamped over each wrist, restraining Pimp’s arms above his head. Leaving his legs to kick, Pyramid Head continued to torment the boy with his cool tongue, sliding it over and caressing Pimps most intimate organ.

Pimp couldn’t keep in his screams as the Damon’s long cold tongue wrapped itself around his penis. His voice kept getting louder and louder, escalating with the motion of the Beast’s muscle. His cock twitched at the feeling of his shiny new cuffs being clamped on his wrists. He barely had time to wonder about his reaction before the tongue sped up it’s pace, causing his voice to crack on another groan of pleasure.  He could feel a sudden rush of tightness in his loins, followed by an explosion of pleasure as he reached his first climax, his virgin body unable to hold out for very long. “Hah… Ah…. Hah…. Nnhhh…” he panted out, trying to catch his breath.

The Beast retracted his tongue, already beginning to be overwhelmed by the scent of Pimp’s semen that coated his Helmet. The scent was strong, and to his enhanced senses, it was disorienting, beginng to make him dizzy.

Reaching his arms up, Pyramid Head grasped his Helmet and wrenched the metal apart with a mighty growl. The Helmet cracked down the middle under great pressure, and finally the two halves of metal clanged against the floor. His face now bare, his red irises stared upon Pimp menacingly.

“Your body is impulsive… You must be punished for defiling me with your seed…”

His eyes widened in horror as the large (nicely symmetrical) helmet the monster was wearing was torn off violently, the metal being broken asunder as if it was tissue paper.

He was still too out of it to hear what Pyramid Head said, but he caught the word ‘punishment’ and began to panic. He groaned weakly in terror, his legs beginning to kick wildly, trying to throw the Demon off of him, his weak struggles having absolutely no effect on the mass of muscle and gore that was now staring into his eyes. That gaze paralyzed him, his struggles slowing and his breath speeding up as those demonic eyes peered into his own, seemingly into his very soul. It absolutely terrified him.

The touch returned, more frantic than before, hands and tongue and teeth and who knows what else mercilessly attacking his body, flooding his senses and causing him to lose his head.

“Ahhhhhh! N-nooooo… Nooo not there— AH! Yes! right there!” he moans, throwing his head back and screaming out nonsensical words of encouragement and discouragement as he thrashed back and forth, his entire body one big contradiction.

 Every sign that Pimp was giving him said that he did enjoy the torture Pyramid Head wrought so happily upon him. With his hands working, he doubted that Pimp had even noticed his tongue snaking down his body to his most preacious place.

Using one hand, Pyramid hoisted both of Pimp’s legs back until his kneecaps hit his small chest. Twisting one of his nipple roughly, he lavished Pimp’s untouched hole with his cold tongue, slathering it with his thick saliva. He delighted in the screams that Pimp belted out, and in his sadistic nature, he pulled his tongue back.

“You will beg…” He commanded, waving his tongue as a silent reward.

Pimp’s eyes widen at the cold, slimy feeling of the monster’s tongue touching his asshole. “AAAhhhhhhh~! OH MY GOODNESS AHHHHH!” he screamed at the unfamiliar, amazing feeling. When the monster asks him to beg though, something inside of him snaps.

Kidd groans angrily, glaring at Pyramid Head with venom, “N-no way! I will n-never beg… D-Death the Pimp does not— NNGAAHH!” his voice is cut off by another moan as another teasing swipe of that tongue brushes over his entrance, circling it before retreating. “NNNNh… N-No! I won’t b— AHHH~!” he forces out, struggling futilely against his bonds.