Nothing More \ A BakuDeku Story

SEVEN

(WARNING - SEXUAL MOLESTATION)

Satyriasis.

A neurotic condition where a male exhibits a markedly increased sexual desire that surpasses that of other males. 

If one frequently indulges these sexual urges, the compulsion can increase in intensity, resulting in reckless and dangerous behaviors. 

This is more commonly found among individuals who have experienced sexual molestation in early childhood. 

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"Watch, Aizen! I learned something during the weekend!" Young Izuku Midoriya squealed, running into his babysitter's room. Aizen Tamik turned in his chair, facing the small greenette who beamed an excited smile. 

"Yeah? What is it, Izuku?" The fourteen-year-old asked, bending down to the boy's level. He had been babysitting local children for a while now, Izuku being a regular since his mother was often gone to work during the weekdays. Midoriya was definitely his favorite, a six-year-old, easy to take care of.

"I watched something while Momma was taking a nap! A man had his dingdong all straight and touched it a lot! I want to be able to play with my dingdong like that too! Can you do it?" Midoriya asked, crawling up onto Aizen's bed. He turned around to face a wide-eyed teen, staring at the child in shock. 

"Y-Your mom let you watch that..? What was the name of the movie?" The teenager questioned, watching as Midoriya tapped his crotch in curiosity. 

"I don't know. Momma doesn't usually let me watch the movie. But she was napping." The greenette mumbled, tugging on his pants. "Can you make your dingdong go straight and bouncy?" The greenette asked, looking up to a set of brown eyes. The teen gulped, nervous. 

"U-Uh, w-well, everybody can do it at one point, Izuku." Tamik spoke, looking down to his crotch. He had only started masturbating at the age of twelve and felt a bit uncomfortable talking about it to such a young child. Yet, Midoriya seemed quite excited to learn more about the subject.

"Really? Can you teach me?" Midoriya asked with a smile. Aizen thought for a moment, thoughts nobody would ever understand. He looked down with a smirk, soon turning into a dark sinister smile. 

"Of course. But you have to keep this a secret, okay?" The black-haired male said, holding a finger in front of a smile. He watched as a large smile took place, accenting green eyes full of excitement and curiosity. 

"I won't tell anybody! Not even Momma!" He exclaimed, holding a finger over his mouth, just like Aizen. A larger smile took place on a black-haired boy's face as he stood up from his computer chair. 

"Good, come here. I'll show you how do it, then make you do it too, 'kay? Take off your pants." The teen ordered, closing his bedroom door. He looked over to a frantic boy who struggled to push off his pants timidly. He was far too young and innocent to know. If he would have known, he wouldn't have done such actions. The small male let his pants drop on the floor, revealing his intimate areas. He pulled down his shirt to hide his genitals, watching as his babysitter shoved off his joggings. 

"Good. Now, you'll have to be very quiet, okay? I'm only going to show you if you let me do something to you after, 'kay?" Tamik explained, showing off the bulge in his underwear. Everything would be fine, as long as nobody would find out. Besides, Izuku was six, and he was fourteen. They weren't breaking the law, so it was fine. 

"Okay." Izuku muttered, a strange feeling taking place. He should have followed his gut and turned back at that moment. But his curiosity was far too big for him to miss out on learning something new. 

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"F-Fuck... Stop." Izuku whispered, rolling over in bed. He looked down to his boner, tears pricking in his eyes. He rolled over again, trying to get rid of the erection.

"I didn't choose this." The greenette muttered, violently pressing his hand on his sensitive parts. He pushed down, creating pain through his genitals in an effort to remove the sexual tension. 

"I don't want to live this way." The small male sobbed, turning over again as he removed his hand. He groaned loudly, seeing the still apparent erection between his legs. "Stop." He mumbled, wrapping his hand around his cock. He didn't want to do this, not at three in the morning. Not after a long night at work, and not after sleeping with another one of his sex partners. Not before going to school. Not again. 

The greenette whined loudly, miserable as he pumped his member quickly. He expected a wave of pleasure or relief to come over him but was only met by unsatisfaction and pain. He rolled over on his stomach, raising his hips in the air as his fingers traced a circle around his entrance. 

"I don't... I can't keep living like this." He sobbed, stuffing a puffy face in soft pillows. He entered his fingers inside himself, trying to get rid of the situation as he continued to stroke his penis a bit. He only ended up groaning, a wave of rage and misery replacing his thoughts. 

He stood up, pulling on a random pair of pants before turning around and pulling on his bed sheets. Tears streamed down freckled cheeks as he ripped the silk covers, the tearing sounds creating a melody to the male's ears. He then turned around, screeching in frustration as he grabbed a pillow, swinging it across his desk. He watched through floods of tears as papers, pens and figures landed on the ground, mixing with a pile of destroyed blankets. He then threw the pillow aside, sitting down in the corner of the room. 

His breath began to hitch, hands shaking for an unknown reason. Tears kept coming out of his eyes, air struggling to find its way into his lungs. He threw his head back against the wall, banging his foot against his desk in anger. 

He took a few seconds to calm down, looking around the room with a blurry vision. He had never gone out into a rage like this before. Now, his apartment was a mess, school supposed to start in less than five hours. He looked down again, sobbing quietly as he pulled on his hair. He was tired of living with such a hellish condition. The condition that was keeping him from being truly happy in life. 

The fact that his boner stood its ground during his fit just made him madder. Why the fuck couldn't he control it for one single day?