Sapphiresenthiss

Broken - Masky X Zalgo

-You little son of a BITCH!!!
Tim had only enough time to gasp in shock before a powerful strike knocked him out of his feet. Before he could recover from the shock, another blow made him hit the wall with his head. An explosion of multiple bright tiny spots blinded him for a moment. 
-You thought you all could get rid of me so easily, huh?! - barked ZALGO, slashing at him with his razor claws. - That you could just chase me away and bear no consequences of yor little rebellion, Hoody’s bitch?!
Tears started to form in Masky’s eyes, the pain was terrible, his slashed cheek burned like it was lit on fire, his head hurt so much he could swear his skull broke.
He turned his blurry gaze at ZALGO, who was grinning at him sadistically. 
-And now - he hissed in a honey-sweet tone. - You’re dead!
Still keeping that grin on his face, he wrapped his long bony fingers around Tim’s neck, almost tight enough to stop breathing. He pinned the helpless, shocked and dazed proxy to the floor, leaning over him.
Then the red, glowing eyes met teary blue ones.
-Slenderman will sure be surprised when he finds out that one of his gay proxies is dead. Did you know that even after heart stops beating, your brain still works for quite a while, letting you know and feel everything that happens around? That means, that even after I rip your little heart out of your chest, we will still have a while only for ourselvesssss…
The last word came out more like a long, cruel hiss. ZALGO then leaned even more, only inches from Masky’s face.
-And you know what? - he whispered quietly. - I’m gonna “play” with you a bit, if you catch my drift, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you feel and sense everything I do to you…
He then reached his skinny long hand to the proxie’s pants, unzipping them slowly, licking his lips and cackling over Tim who was trembling from fear, tears running down his cheeks, choked, quiet whimpers of mercy escaping his throat.
ZALGO, untouched by all of this, slid his hand under the proxie’s boxers, running his fingers between the younger male’s buttocks, making Masky wiggle and yelp with despair.
-Hmmm… I’m wondering - grinned ZALGO - if you’re still a virgin, or maybe you’re not? You smell like a virgin I must admit… You act like one as well… It will be even more fun to break you, to tear into you and fuck you until you bleed, little whore!
He then quickly ripped Masky’s pants completely off, unzipping his own belt and freeing his own erection.
Tim yelped again, when he saw how huge and thick it was. Almost as thick as his arm was and almost as long. 
-What’s the matter, sweetie? - chuckled ZALGO, rubbing his erection between proxy’s legs. - Have you never seen a dick before, except for your own one? Oh, how cute you are with that teary, scared face of yours! I could almost eat you… but I think I will be satisfied enough with ramming that firm, little ass of yours!
And with those words, he thrusted hard, forcing himself a few inches into unprepared proxy.
Tim howled inhumanly, arching his back and clenching his jaws when a wave of pain flew through his breaking inner muscles. ZALGO only grunted and thrusted again, gaining another few inches of the virgin male wiggling under him.
-Gods… - he panted, thrusting again and again, each time harder, each time further. - So tight… so hot… so fuckin’ tight!
Tim’s eyes began to roll back, as he made strange choking-yelping noise, arching his back even further, his muscles twitching helplessly around the intruder inside him. 
ZALGO felt the proxie getting wet with blood, what only made his movements faster and more pleasureable. He grabbed Masky’s shaking legs and wrapped them around his waist, as he leaned over him, forcing himself all the way in. Tim’s voice achieved it’s highest tone, as he screamed, agonized, trying to push the monster away.
-That’s it - ZALGO whispered into his ear. - Scream. Cry. Scream my name, little whore, as I fuck the mind out of you! Scream, I said!
With this command he thrusted sharply up, almost making his way out of Tim’s stomach. He shrieked, feeling something wrong going with his inner walls. 
-Ooopsie! - ZALGO giggled. - Seems I broke some muscles inside you. It must hurt sooo bad. Well, too bad… because I’m not finished yet!
He flipped Masky on his stomach, grabbed his hips and started thrusting in and out again, whispering sweet words into Tim’s ear, while caressing his cheek gently, almost fondly. 
Masky didn’t even try to fight or even move anymore. He just lied there like a broken sex toy, face hudden in pillows, legs spreaded wide, blood running down his thighs, staining the white sheets.
-B-Brian… - he whispered in a breaking, weak voice, each word coming out choked by ZALGO’s sharp thrusts. - Please… fo… forgive m-me…
-Now, now, young lad! - mocked ZALGO, stimulating his sweet spot with quick movements. - It’s me, who you’re spreading your lil’ legs for and you’re whining for your useless lover? I am your lover now! And… huh! You came! - he giggled, quite surprised, looking at white sticky liquid dripping from Masky’s member.
Masky only moaned painfully, feeling betrayed by his own damned body that let him come without his will.
-Kill me… - he whispered, broken. - End this… I c-can’t take it… a-anymore… please… finish me and e-end this pa-pain…
-Ah, but you wouldn’t be so fun if you were dead! - ZALGO replied happily with a wide grin. - What wouldI be supposed to do with a corpse? Yes, I was planning to kill you, but… I think I’ll let you live… After all… your hooded lover… Brian was his name, yes? He will be very surprised and disappointed by the fact you gave your virginity to me now and like this, not to him during a romantic full-moon night, with candles and such cute shit. Anyways… hush your pretty mouth now and let me mark you as mine!
Saying this, he covered Tim’s mouth with his hand and, after a few sharp, quick thrusts came with a groan inside of the broken proxy. Tim shuddered and cried out quietly, as he felt sticky warmth spreading inside his abused body. Then finally a blessed feeling of emptiness came, as ZALGO pulled out of him. He closed his eyes, weeping and shivering into a pillow.
-Ah, it’s been a blast, baby - chuckled ZALGO, leaning over him and kissing his neck gently. - But I’m afraid I have to go. You rest now… and recover what can be recovered. See you next time, sweetheart.
And with that word, he dissapeared, leaving nothing, but blood, pain, tears, sorrow and broken heart behind him.




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When Hoody scurried into the bedroom, he thought he was dreaming - that it was all a horrible, wicked nightmare.
His dearest person in the world, the only person he loved more than anything - Masky - lied there on the bed on sheets stained with blood and semen, his legs spreaded and shaking. Masky’s breath was rasped and weak, quiet whimpers of pain escaping his lips, eyes empty and glassy, staring into nothing, tears rolling down his cheeks like tiny pearls.
Only one look was enough for Hoody to realize what just happened. Hoody didn’t even realize he was crying, hand clutching at his chest, at his heart, as he could just rip it out of his chest to end this pain caused by seeing his lover in such state. He shaked in shock, as he gently placed his hand at Tim’s head, stroking his sweated hair gently, whispering senseless words of comfort into his ear, tears falling on Masky’s face.
Tim tried his best to crawl closer to him, inch after inch, every of them like a mile for his abused body. 
They were spotted like this by Mahigun who, despite her size, came closer noiselessly like a cat. Her glowing icy-blue eyes, surrounded by black fur, landed on the abused proxy’s body. Hoody, feeling a warm breath on his occiput, raised his head and saw a sparkle of sympathy in her eyes, realizing she understood what just happened.
-Leave… please… - he asked quietly, every word broken by an ugly sob.
She did was he asked for - turned around and walked away.

This night was the worst one. Tim’s condition was horrible, he was fading slowly. Having a fever so high his skin felt like a lava, he was shaking with convulsions.
When Eyeless Jack, trying his best to help him, touched his lower region, he howled excruciatingly, making Hoody howl as well, but from inner heart pain ripping his heart.
Every time they tried to move him, he was starting to bleed badly. He didn’t want to eat, to drink, to take any medicines. 
Hoody begged and tried for hours, trying to force some water with medicines into him. As a result he almost drowned Tim with that water, pouring it into his mouth while Tim tried to spit it out, pushing Brian away and struggling into his arms.

Mahigun came back later - carrying a bundle of strange half-frozen herbs in her mouth. 
She came in just when Hoody finished washing all the blood and semen off Masky. Masky was half-conscious now, his eyes still empty and glassy, half-closed. He was still bleeding badly every time he was moved by his partner. Mahigun sent Hoody a glare, to which he responded with a what-do-you-want look.
-What? - he asked. - What are those plants for? 
She dropped the herbs on the table near the bed and sit on her hind legs like some king of a giant kangaroo. She wrinkled a little, glaring at him, clearly trying to do something very hard for her.
-Goyou outssside… - she hissed, trying her best to make the human speech sound as clear as it was possible for her muzzle.
Hoody’s jaw literally dropped. He never saw her speaking even a single word and they all always thought she was a mute. The words were kind of muffled and hissy-growly-like, but there was no doubt those were words.
-You… what you… - he gasped in shock.
-You leavenow. - she commanded again. - You gooff I help him. Noharm I mean. Worry younot. Youtrust I help.
-I… cannot I just stay here… with him? - he mumbled, still in shock, squeezing Masky’s hand gently.
She swayed her head, still glaring at him with her spooky eyes.
-You care mateyours, I know. Stayyou then. - she nodded. - But doorclose you.
As the door closed, Mahigun turned around to face Masky.
-Haveyou name? - she asked, crushing the herbs a little to let the juices flow out of them.
-I… my name? - Masky mumbled quietly, still half-consious. She sighed.
-Iknow mine. Yes, yourname? Ma-skhy isnot name yours, right?
-Timothy. His real name is Timothy… - Hoody replied for Masky.
-Tee-moo-the… - she tried, wincing a bit, as her tongue failed to spell it properly.
-Or just Tim - he smiled weakly. - Or even Timmy if it makes it easier for you.
-Tee-mmeh… - she tried again, shaking her head. - I nouse your lange-uageeh well…
-No, you speak quite good! - he disagreed, doing his best to lay Tim down without causing anymore pain to his inner walls. - What are those plants you brought with you?
-Herbsss theybe. Herbsss dogood. You eat. Now wounds yours bleed when youmove. You eat herbs, wounds bleed nomore. They sealwell, no bleed when youmove. You eatnow, Tee-mmeh!
Hoody carefully picked the tiny plants, examining them for a while. 
-Are you sure they will help? - he doubted. - Aren’t they poisonous or something?
She sighed. 
-Longtime ago, I young, I get my ear bitten. Wound noheal long, go badbad. Mothermine give the herb tome. Ear heal soon, nogo bad anymore, see? - she patted her left ear, showing a long slash in it as if it was cut with a knife or something.
He didn’t need any other proofs. He put the herbs into Tim’s mouth and he started to chew on them slowly and weakly. They were disgusting, terribly bitter and sour, almost made him choke and spit them out.
-No tastegood, I know - Mahigun nodded. - But eatyou them, then you can eatsweet cake or something.
Masky finally swallowed the disgusting herbs and tried to get up to get to kitchen to eat some cheesecake to kill that terrible bitterish taste in his mouth.
-Move younot! - Mahigun growled, smacking his head with her paw. - Wounds openbleed ifyou move now! You resthere now.
-How long? - Hoody dared to ask, holding his lover still.
-Till the sun appearagain. You cango then, but runyou no. Norunjump until half of themoon pass.
-So… he cannot  run or jump until the two weaks pass at least, yes? - Brian wanted to make sure, confused.
-Yes. I gonow. Oh, and mate younot until fullmoon passes, okay? - she snarled, getting up.
Then she just walked out, not even waiting for them to thank her for help.


Five days later Masky was resting in the bathtub full of warm water. He was alone in the house. Everyone else has left, Laughing Jack and Jeff were supposed to look for the mysterious Yeti, while Eyeless Jack, BEN and Hoody searched for more medicinal herbs with Mahigun helping them. Smiledog, Puc and Bursztyn went for a hare hunt. So he was left alone.
Not that he felt bad with it. He finally had a chance to relax.
The herbs indeed did help him, the fever was gone now, as was the pain.
He closed his eyes, letting the warm water relax his body and muscles. He hadn’t have such a relaxing long bath for a long time. He let his body relax completely, so the shock was overhelming when a cold, icy-cold hand touched his stomach. He jumped in fear and surprise and opened his eyes wide only to meet the red reptilish ones, glowing with cruel joy.
-Long time no see, Timmy… - hissed ZALGO, licking his cheek gently, leaving a track of cold saliva on Masky’s skin. That was when Tim reacted.
-Stay away from me, you monster!!! - he yelled in fury and fear, hitting his face with the whole strength he had. - Don’t touch me, don’t you dare to ever touch me again!
ZALGO looked shocked for a second. Then he bursted with insane laugh, wiping the blood running from his split lip.
-Acting all hardcore and strong, are we? - he mocked, licking his lips and stripping himself quickly. - That’s what I like! Seems you recovered quite well, darling. I’m really happy to see you healthy… because that means I can mount you again, now and here! 
Saying that, he grabbed his neck and forced his head under the water filling the tub. He held him in this position until Tim started to have convulsions due to the lack of oxygen. Then he quickly pulled his head out of the water, letting him spit the water and gasp for air desperately, body shaking so hard the water started to pour out of the tub.
-L-let… go… please… help… somebody… anybody… - he begged between gasps, feeling ZALGO forcing him down into the water again. Then it happened again. And again. Until Tim couldn’t move from the lack of the oxygen and stress.
ZALGO held his limp body in his arms, gently stroking his hair out of his face, placing small kisses on his neck and shoulders.
-See? - he chuckled. - It’s much better if you submit to me like this. If you are good and nice now, I promise I will be gentle with you… and make your second time a great, full of pleasure one… And if you don’t submit… I will show you what a real pain is like!
Saying that, he kept rubbing his enormously long manhood between the proxie’s buttocks. 
-So… - ZALGO started, grabbing a bottle of massage oil and pouring it on his right palm - shall we get started? Don’t think about what I do to you. Focus on something else. Tell me something about your life before you came here. How does it feel to be a part of a family like yours?
Continuing his monologue, he slid his two oil-coated fingers into Tim, moving them gently, stretching the muscles slowly. Tim gasped and whimpered quietly, hiding his face in ZALGO’s chest, trying to submit as much as he could.
-T-the life… t-there… nng… is good… - he repiled quietly, shaking slightly. It still hurt a lot to be touched down there, it’s been only five days since the rape and his muscles didn’t have enough time to heal.
-Oh, really? - ZALGO grinned, adding the third long finger, gaining a
choked gasp as a response. - My, my, look how nice and relaxed you are. No
blood as well. Relax, relax, don’t tense like this, lil’ one, shhh…
He added his fourth finger followed by his thumb and Masky suddenly cried
out feeling his muscles being extremely stretched.
-Oh, lookie-lookie! - ZALGO cackled. - You took my whole fist inside
without even bleeding a little! Fuck, you’re awesome I must admit! Och… wait, you are bleeding, my bad!
Masky froze. A whole fist?! He tried to arch his back
enough to look down behind him to make sure if it is really true or if
ZALGO was just joking.
-Don’t - ZALGO stopped him by grabbing his chin with his free hand. -
Don’t look. As long as you don’t look, everything will be fine.
He then pulled his hand out. Water in the tub immidiately started turning red.
-Seems you’re gonna bathe in your own blood - giggled ZALGO, flipping him on his belly gently. He then bit down on his neck, holding Tim still.
-Get on all four - he growled quietly. Masky did what he commanded, too afraid to disobey.
-Spread your legs more - this too was obeyed humbly.
Masky’s legs and arms were barely able to withstand the weight of ZALGO’s body. Doing this in doggy style like this was extremely difficult for his weak human body.
ZALGO then thrusted gently, slowly forcing himself in, inch after inch, oil making this much easier for both of them. Tim only arched his back, whimpering, feeling his old wounds open again.
-Iiiyyeek… - he made a strange high noise sounding like if someone stomped on a mouse, (sorry, I couldn’t resist) followed by ZALGO’s cackle.
-Relax, relax… - he whispered, thrusting into him slowly and massaging Tim’s belly at the same time. - Don’t tense like this…
With their every movement, water, now red from blood, splashed out of the tub. ZALGO kept biting on Masky’s neck, holding him still like a bitch in heat.
Tim closed his eyes, trying to imagine that it was Brian who was doing him right now, not that monster, not him, not him… But Brian was different from ZALGO in every way…
His hands gentle and warm, while ZALGO’s were cold and brutal even when he tried to be “gentle”. Brian’s eyes were that warm shade of dark amber, ZALGO’s were red as fire and cold as ice at the same time. Hoody was shy, caring, loving and meek, while ZALGO was nothing but a terrible brutal rapist who was feeding on Tim’s pain and fear.
That made him realize what was happening again, he yelped painfully, tensing with panic, struggling.
ZALGO grunted, feeling his member being squeezed hard by the proxy’s muscles.
-Now what’s wrong again?! - he growled, smacking back of Tim’s head quite hard, making him almost hit the edge of a tub with his face. - What do you think you’re doing?! I thought we already reached an agreement and now you’re fighting me again?! Really, bitch, is it that hard to submit yourself to me?! - he smacked Masky’s ass roughly, making him squeak quietly. - I think I’ve told you what will happen if you keep disobeying me, but it seems it didn’t sink enough into your brain through that thick, moronic skull of yours!
He hit back of Tim’s head again, harder this time, making him hit the tub with his forehead.
-I… I… won’t! - growled Tim, blinking the tears away. - I won’t be your toy to play with! Get OFF OF ME!
Saying that he gathered all his might and smashed his occiput straight into ZALGO’s mouth, making him yelp in surprise, his teeth cut Tim’s skin, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction he felt, when a hot thick blood gushed from ZALGO’s mouth and nose straight on his head.
Before ZALGO could recover from shock, he jumped out of the tub, grabbed first towel he could find, and, wrapping it around his waist, scurried into the bedroom. He hid himself under the bed, holding his breath and staying perfectly still.
He heard ZALGO swearing and raging around the house, blood dripping from his mouth.
After a few minutes his screams stopped and Masky could hear only the old clock in the hall. He carefully took a peek on the room. It was empty. He slowly crawled a few inches from under the bed… only to feel the iron-hard grip on his scalp, almost tearing his hair out of his head.
-You… little… son… of… a… bitch… - hissed ZALGO, leaning over him, his jaws clenched, his eyes burning with hatred and rage. - You little useless piece of shit… You disrespectful, disobeying brat… I’ll teach you a lesson… A lesson you will never ever forget, you cheeky, pitiful whore!
Tim tried his best to stay under the bed, he resisted as hard as he could, growling and struggling and tackling, yet ZALGO pulled him out from under the bed and threw on sheets like a little helpless puppy.
Then the worst thing happened again. Rape. Brutal, violent, muscle and mind-breaking rape. 
He was screaming and calling for Brian until his throat was completely sore and so was his ass.
-That’s it - chuckled ZALGO, thrusting hard into Tim, while sniffing the thick scent of blood in the air. - That’s where your place is, bitch! 
Those words were the last Masky heard. His vision began to fade and he fell into darkness, finally free from pain and humiliation.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in E.J’s clean bed. His whole body felt numb.
He saw his friends’ faces in a circle, leaning over him with worry and sadness.
-Is he awake? - whispered Laughing Jack quietly, nudging Jeff standing near him.
-Seems so, Wackie-Jackie, you moron - replied Jeff politely. - Hey, Masky-boy, how are you feeling? Fucked you hard, didn’t he?
-Jeffrey! - growled Eyeless Jack.
-Jeff! - squeaked BEN, smacking him in the head. - Shut up, idiot, you’re gonna make him remember!
-You shut up, Zelda-ass!
-How dare you!… Dolt!
-Pimp!
-I’ll so take your kidneys!
-Dare you to try, eyeless dong!
-You prick!!…
-Trolololo, this is so fun!
-QUIET! - rumbled a powerful, anger-filled deep voice. From the shadows tall, skin figure walked towards them, Slenderman himself, Hoody accompanying him.
-S-sir… - Masky whimpered weakly, trying to get up, pain striking his abused body. Slenderman placed his hand on his proxy’s forehead, he felt an invisible streamlet of power emanating from Slenderman’s hand and sinking into his own body.
-Hush, young one, hush. Rest. Fear not, as we all are with you now. He will not harm you again. Never again he will come near you. NEVER.