Short And Fucked Up Stories.

Ecstasy.

The soft trickle of the bath's silver faucet was the only sound in the bathroom this early dawn. A young pale teenager sat on the floor with a dazed look on his bruised face. He was completely and utterly naked... Covered only with the thick marks of unwanted hickies. His light azure irises just stared blankly ahead, while his lost mind tried to work itself back into place. What exactly had happened again? He...he honestly couldn't piece everything together. The immense trauma he had suffered caused a mental block from a majority of what had happened. From what he could tell from the mess at his length, and the leaking of gore from his behind, it was obvious that he had probably gotten fucked up. His soft white eyelashes fluttered. Ah... The bath was on. How silly of him to forget... His eyes lowered to his legs that abruptly cut off at the knee. Strange... He usually wore metal prosthetic legs in order to get around comfortably, but they were nowhere to be found. The gentleman that had kindly fucked him out in the street probably had taken them along with him. Ah. Had to love human life. So pure~ At the thought of purity, his lips curled upwards in a small grin. With a small whine, he carefully used his arms to get himself up, since he had no legs to be able to do so any other way. With sloppy movements, he had soon managed to get himself into the warm bath. It was pleasant truly. It steamed up the windows just at the right amount... So he didn't have to see his hideous crippled form. "...hah." He leaned against the side of the tub, leaning forward to then twist the nob off so he could be left with his own silence... Ecstasy sat there for a moment and closed his eyes, enjoying the heat and the steam it created as it opened his sinuses, and made him cough a little. His feather light lashes opened again, and he grabbed a used rag by his roommate to clean himself with... He lowered his chin, dropping his shivering hand into the water to wet it. He was dirty. He wanted to be clean as soon as possible. The feeling of filth from unwanted sex clung to his skin like millions of little maggots burrowing into his flesh. So... Ecstasy got to work, carefully running the rag over his tender flesh. Hands and shoulders. Face and chest. Stomach... as much as it displeased him, it appeared he would have to wash himself below. That would be a shame, an infection. He let go of his little tattered rag, letting it sink into the water, and then tentatively ran a hand behind him. The feeling of the glass prick his finger made his eyes water. Oh. So maybe he hadn't been fucked. Well that was good. Glass was more preferable after all~ he reached inside himself slowly, and tried to pull at the pieces... It seemed obvious that he wouldn't be able to get the glass out himself... He pulled his hand from behind him, and peered at the long cuts that made their way cleanly across his palm and fingers. He had to blink for a moment... Did he just see what he thought he had just seen? With fervent eyes, he stared wide eyed at the cuts in his hands, staring at the small bugs that had made their way into those cuts. He breathed out now with a whimper with each breath, as he tried to pick the bugs out of his skin, with seemingly no luck. So dirty...they felt so dirty. His hand itched. His backside itched.... But the first thing that caught his eye were not either of those. But his member. He stared down himself at the limp bit of flesh that sat at the bottom of the tub. It itched. Had the insects wormed their way that far already?

Were they nibbling and laying eggs within the thick epidermis of his skin there? He needed to itch. Maybe it would make some come out... He lowered the both of his hands down to himself. Usually at this time when his hands laid upon him below, he would stroke softly, and cause a deep warm pleasure in his belly. It sometimes even made him make the sweetest of songs with his moans... But not tonight. His dirty nails were a tad bit longer than usual.. and he was itchy, not horny...... He slowly ran his nails over himself, feeling the slightest bit of relief. Yet....when he looked down he saw thin antennas sticking out. He chewed at his lip in fear... And suddenly shoved his length down harshly into the floor of the tub. "...please get out... Get... Out..." He whimpered lowly seeing the antennas just flick about as if they weren't affected.... With a quick and sudden frenzy, he began to scratch at himself. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Were the filth and insects out yet? Scratch. Scratch. How could they still be there when his flesh was barely attached anymore? He continued to scratch and continued to pull, the noise sounding of an animal scratching at a door, except never stopping. At this point it appeared he would never stop itching for the bugs his mind thought he saw. The innocent flesh of his length floated above the warm, now red bath water. It was barely discernible. Nothing could distinguish the tip from the sides and even testicles anymore. How much skin would he lose in order to feel that sense of cleanliness? Probably all of it. When innocence is taken so violently from the soft eyed, they cannot fathom it. The gentle of mind and touch would prefer to scratch their skin off until they bled profusely and died; rather than truly realize that their most precious thing their body had to offer was gone.