Discord

Nachie wiped his hands on his trousers nervously. Sweaty palms are not attractive, he despaired. Today was the day he was going to meet his boyfriend irl for the first time. He needed to look like sex on a stick. Remembering his overgrown sideburns and stubborn B.O he winced. He'd have to settle for third base on a twig. Nachie had first met Hashem in a discord chatroom someone made for his philosophy course. Hashem was the TA, and Nachie a freshman. But because he attended University of Phoenix they'd never met.
      Nachie was an introvert, the reclusive type. He lived in his parent's basement, or his "man cave" as he'd refer to it. When he did occasionally retreat he ensured it was for as little amount of time as possible. The sunlight burned his eyes. Also he hated seeing his neighbors. They were all a bunch of wanton sinners. The other day he saw his 12 year old neighbor wearing sandals. It was disgusting. "The world is a disgusting place" he spewed on 4chan. "Society is perverted and rancid." He enjoyed the anonymity of online school. If the femcels were dressed like whores he didn't have to see it. And nobody knew he was. Not really anyway. Then Hashem came into play.
      He was glorious. An all knowing, helpful presence. When some disgusting students began to spout conjecture that bordered on atheism, Hashem shut them down right away. And his voice... Booming and glorious. Nachie jerked off to it more than once. One Tuesday night when Nachie was spinning on his gamer chair brushing carob crumbs off his wrinkled shirt, he received a DM from Hashem, inviting him to join his D&D group. Hashem wrote the storyline and Nachie bent to his every whim with blind devotion. As the weeks of the semester flew by, Nachie realized he had completely fallen for Hashem. And then the semester was over. Nachie's pillow was dampened with tears for but one night. A text from Hashem changed everything. A gif asking him out. Hashem had been waiting for the semester to be over in order for the relationship to be appropriate and not tarnish either's reputation. Nachie's eyes brimmed with tears when he thought of Hashem's thoughtfulness.
       1 whirlwind week of dating later, it was finally time for them to meet. "Oh my God. He's here" Nachie shifted back and forth as the bus pulled into its stop. Hashem strolled down the steps with a grin spread across his face. "Nachie!" He exclaimed. He walked up to him and abruptly slapped him across the face. "Fucking fag." Then he beat the shit out of him. Literally. He beat him until he crapped his pants. Hashem knelt down and whispered into Nachie's ear. "I love you bubs but... I thought you knew. I'm masc for masc." He stood up and walked away as if he hadn't just severely brutalized someone.
        Nachie licked the blood from his bust lip and sat up with a pained groan. His heart ached and so did his cock. The blood welling around his black eye was nothing compared to the blood that had rushed to his member during the beating he had just sustained. Lying on the sidewalk, Nachie palmed his erection through his cargo shorts. The front of them were already damp from precum. With just a few strokes to his throbbing dick Nachie was over the edge, crying out loudly "Uh uh uh Hashem!!!" A cop driving by screeched to a halt. "What in the fuck" he looked with disdain over Nachie's bloodied form. "I'm taking you in for public indecency." Nachie was registered as a sex offendor and soon after suffered a psychotic break. He lived out the rest of his life in seclusion. The end.