Stanley x Narrator smuts

Too rough~

Note: This story is NSFW.
CW: rough sex, consensual masochism, loud crying
Enjoy~
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Stanley kept hearing The Narrator call his name. He walked to his office and tilted his head. [ What? ] he signed. He wasn't feeling like speaking verbally today. Before Stanley thought for a moment, Narrator jumped up and hugged him. [ What's wrong Narry? ] he signed. "Stanley help!" He cried out. "It hurts so much! P-Please!" He hiccuped. [ What hurts? ] he was worried... Narrator shivered. He held Stanley's hand and put it on his crotch. [ You're frustrated Narry ] "I-I know.. no matter what I try, I can't cum.." he kept trying not to cry more. [ Do you want help? ] "yes..."

Stanley got The Narrator to sit down on the couch and he stripped his pants and boxers off. [ You're twitching. You poor thing. ] Stanley pet his thigh. The slightest touch made Narry jump. Stanley knew that Narrator was a masochist. He stood up. Narry looked up in confusion. Stanley took his belt off and folded it. He then gave a big spank to Narrator's thigh. He gasped and held back moans. [ Let it out ] he hit him again. "Awh! Ohhh! Harder!" He begged. Stanley then grabbed Narry by the throat and pushed him face first into the couch and held his head down as he basically beat the man with the belt. Narry groaning and whimpering in pain.

Stanley knew he couldn't see his hands to sign. "Are you okay with this?" He rubbed his back. "Mhm!" He lifted his head a bit to breathe. "Ahh~ bruise me Stanley~ use me~" he begged. "Are you close?" He whipped him on the ass hard. "AH! YES MASTER!" He then covered his mouth. He didn't mean to say that- "aww Narry, you bottom~" he held his chin and gave him a kiss. "How about I whip your sensitive cock?~" he whispered.

He gently got Narrator on his side and whipped his inner thighs. He whipped his chest until it bruised. He then whipped his cock and Narrator yipped in pain. "Should I stop?" He held Narrator's cheek. "N-No! Keep going!" He begged. "Okay, tell me to stop when you're in too much pain." He kissed his cheek. He whipped him more until his thighs were bruised almost black and blue. He started to bite and scratch him.

Stanley put lube on and slammed into his ass. He bent Narrator's legs until his feet were above his head. It made his hips pop loudly. He went very rough. Narrator couldn't stop screaming his moans. "Shut it slut." He slapped him. "A-Again!" He gasped. Stanley kept slapping him in the face until his cheeks bruised.

Stanley had no mercy. When Narry came all over himself he accidentally came on his eye. "AHHHHH!!" He screamed. Stanley looked and grabbed his shirt. He wiped his eye. "Open your eye." He cleaned him. "AHH IT BURNS!!" He screamed.

—TW! MAJOR INJURIES—

Stanley kept thrusting and it overstimulated Narry quickly. Once Stanley filled Narry's ass he pulled out. He whipped his stomach and bruised him more. Narrator started crying hard.. heavy tears going down his face.. Stanley stopped and moved his hair out of his sweaty face. "Did I go too rough?" He was worried. "It's too much! It hurts!" Stanley checked for any major injuries and saw his leg was swelling. "Move your ankle!" He was panicked. "I can't!" He cried. Stanley cleaned them both up and clothed them by kept Narrator's pants off.

He carried Narrator bridal style. He went to The Curator. "Carry!" He called out. The Curator looked over and gasped.. Narrator was crying so loud.. louder than she ever heard him cry.. she rushed over and looked him over. "He's so bruised and beaten up! What happened?" She checked for any major injuries on his head. "I-It's a long story-.." Stanley was embarrassed. "It doesn't matter how embarrassing it is hun.. you got to tell me so I know what happened.." she gently took Narry in her arms and went to her cot bed she hadn't folded yet. She laid him down and took his shirt off. She gasped from the amount of bruises on his body..

"Rough sex-" Stanley muttered. The Curator sighed. "Seems like a broken leg.." she walked to a hidden closet and took out a first aid kit and a small box. She set the two down next to the cot and put the bones back into place. "AGHHH!!" Narrator screamed. "Breathe Narry.." she wrapped his leg up.

She set his leg down and rubbed his chest to calm him down. "There you go. Calm down." She cooed. Narry coughed and tried to stay still. Stanley sat by the cot and rubbed his head, which made him start to purr. "Looks like you found his sweet spot." The Curator giggled. Narrator smiled as Stanley pet his sweet spot. "You're adorable." He chuckled.

Narry had to sleep in the museum since it was cold naturally.