Fucked up phanfics

The Superglue Fic

Dan has a fetish for adhesive substances and dreams of supergluing himself to his soulmate, Phil. Dan enjoys himself greatly, but Phil doesn't have such a good time.

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I leant against the window and breathed out through my mouth, leaving a patch of steam against the glass. With my little finger, I wrote the initials "P.L". It was incredibly hot outside. Too hot for coffee, but Dan insisted that we went to Starbucks anyway.
"Why Starbucks?" I asked. "It's expensive."
"It's not like we're short on money," he said.
"Oh, I know that," I said. "I'm reminded of that every time you wear those £1000 shoes."
"They're from Christian Louboutin."
"I know."
I sipped my coffee slowly. I felt beads of sweat on my eyebrows. Dan wouldn't stop peering out of the window and it began to bother me.
"We came all the way here and you won't even talk to me," I said sadly. He was lost in thought, the side of his chin resting on his palm, like he was silently face-palming about something in the corner. Which, in all honesty, happened quite often.
"Wait here," Dan said abruptly, getting up. "Don't go anywhere."
I watched as he left with a smile on his face.

He returned quickly, looking serious. "Come on," he said. "We have to go."
"Okay," I said, puzzled. He wasn't being his usual self. He was rushing a lot, one moment wanting to sit with me and relax and the next wanting us to hurry home.
He was walking so quickly. "Slow down!" I groaned. "What is wrong with you today?"
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm just hot and bothered."
"Walking fast is only gonna make you feel worse. Let me carry your bag."
"No!" he cried, gripping it tightly. "It's fine, Phil. I don't want to burden you."
I frowned and stayed silent. It was like he was on some kind of drug. He was pacing so quickly, and talking so impulsively, like he was on a time limit in a video game.
I was drenched in sweat by the time we got home. I could see patches of sweat underneath Dan's arms through his white and red cat T-shirt. The kind of thing I'd probably wear. He looked a real state, but to me, he was so beautiful and all I wanted to do was hug him so tightly that I knocked him over, just like in the very first PINOF we filmed all those years ago.
I laid on our bed, on my back, cooling off.
"Want some Ribena?" Dan called.
"Please," I replied.
Soon after, he came upstairs holding two glasses of pale red fruity water, and set one down on the small table next to the bed.
"Drink it," he said.
"Er, okay," I said, feeling as though he was being ever so slightly controlling. He wasn't quite Dan today.
He laid next to me and began watching me intently, as if he was waiting. "Stay here with me," he said, holding me lovingly.
I leant into him and began to feel tired, very suddenly. I wasn't sure if it was because of the heat or Dan's loving embrace.

I woke up feeling cold. I was damp all over, drenched in sweat once again. I reached for my drink, but it was gone. It was getting dark.
"Hey," Dan's voice spoke, next to me. I tried to move my hands, but they were stuck together. I couldn't see what was going on.
"I can't move," I mumbled.
"I know you can't. Don't struggle."
"What's going on?"
"You've been asleep," Dan replied. "And I thought I'd have a little play around while I had the chance." He flipped the switch on the lamp next to him. I saw that my wrists were tied together with layers upon layers of thin rope.
I gasped. "Are you kidding me?"
Dan smirked. "Look at your ankles."
He had done the same to my ankles, rendering me unable to move.
"This can't be you," I whispered. "This isn't you, Dan."
"Of course it's me," he snapped, suddenly angry. "Of course it's fucking me. What the fuck is wrong with you, Phil? Can't you see? Better put your glasses on."
I closed my eyes tightly, wondering if it was a dream. Maybe I was still asleep.
"Open your eyes!" Dan ordered, aggressively. "You've had enough shuteye. I dissolved sleeping pills in your drink."
I felt betrayed and shocked. Where was he going with this? What was with his weird behaviour earlier, and why was he so seemingly evil now?
He got off the bed and began rummaging through his bag. He took out a white tube and brought it over to me.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Toothpaste."
"What for?"
"Do what I say and you won't have to find out."
He ordered me to sit upright and kneel in front of him before he stripped off all of my clothes. He cut through them with a pair of scissors that he found in his bedroom draw, because it wouldn't be possible to take them off normally while I was bound at the wrists and ankles.
He ran his fingers down my bare back, pressing against my spine. "So beautiful," he uttered.
I heard him unscrew the cap on the tube. "Wait," I said. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, quit your whining."
I felt angry. "I'm not whining!" I cried out. "I'm terrified... what is going on?"
He reached around me and showed me the tube. "I told you it was toothpaste to stop you freaking out so much," he said. "It's superglue. Strongest they had in the shop."
"When did you get that?"
"When I suddenly left you alone in Starbucks."
I cast my mind back to earlier. He had seemed so engrossed and distracted by something, and only now did I realise he was fantasising about what he wanted to do to me.
He began to take his clothes off as well. I could tell because he was struggling to remove his skinny jeans whilst making sure I had no means of escape.
He placed the superglue cap on the bedside table and then remained silent for nearly a minute.
"What are you doing?" I asked, anxiously.
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"I have no idea. I'm scared."
"I'm covering my dick in superglue."
I physically cringed. I already felt unwell. "Why?" He couldn't be serious.
"I want us to have a good time."
"That doesn't sound like a good time to me."
"You'd better like it," Dan threatened. "I'm making an effort for you. If you don't like it, I'll punish you in every way imaginable."
"I'm scared, Dan."
"Just shut up and deal with it. I need to hurry up before it starts drying. I've put it on real thick, all over."
I closed my eyes, anticipating the worst.
I felt him insert himself into me, and I gasped, terrified. It wasn't painful but I had no idea what this would do to me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and just held me there. I was panicking. My heart was racing.
"It's going to dry," I gasped. "Inside of me."
"I'm fully aware of that," Dan said, kissing my neck.
He held me still like that for a few minutes, except to push a little deeper inside me. This time it hurt, and he struggled.
"It's drying," he said, excitedly. He gave a small moan, clearly aroused. I started to wonder if this was an actual fetish that he had while he began ruffling my hair and rubbing my shoulders. "You're beautiful, Mr. Lester."
Once again, I cringed. There was something so eery and utterly wrong about the way he spoke about me.
"I think that will do," Dan said.
He attempted to pull out of me. He was having real trouble. He pulled harder and I cried out in pain. It felt as though the surface of my rectum was being ripped away, which was essentially what the superglue was actually doing.
"Oh my god," I said, almost crying.
"This is everything I've ever wanted," Dan said, dreamily. He pulled a little more and once again, I yelped in agony. The superglue had pretty much fully dried by now, and it had fused the skin of his penis to the walls of my lower intestine.
I didn't understand why this turned him on so much. Surely it had to be painful for him too.
Dan grabbed my upper thighs and began to pull out as hard as he could. I screamed. It was unbearable. I heard Dan moaning, and I had a feeling that it was a result of pleasure rather than pain.
When he yanked hard enough, he finally managed to pull out of me what felt like an inch. But he took some of the surface of my internal organs with him, and I gave an even louder cry when I felt it rip away. It was an intense stinging, burning sensation that wouldn't stop.
"I'm pulling out even more now," he said, a grin in his voice.
I prepared myself for more suffering as he gripped my thighs again. I felt him pull backwards, slowly ripping away my intestines, releasing blood inside of me that felt warm and a little thick. His penis was stuck so firmly inside of me that it was impossible for him to release it without taking the lining of my organs with it.
"I'm just gonna go for it," he said. "Prepare yourself."
"What?" I asked, crippled with pain. I couldn't take anything more.
He pushed the palms of his hands against my back and pulled himself backwards with as much force he could muster. I thought the speed of the process would make it more bearable, but this turned out to be a bad move from my point of view. The intense force he used led to way more of the lining being ripped away than if he had been slower.
He was finally out of me, but I was virtually paralysed, clutching at my lower stomach and wailing. When the pain subsided slightly, Dan stood in front of me.
"Check this out," he said.
His penis was coated in a lot more blood than I had expected. It was covered with many lumpy patches where the superglue had fused the lining of my intestines to his penis while it was inside me.
"You gotta help me get this off," he said.
"What do you want me to do?" I was exasperated.
He stared into my eyes and smiled.
"We're not done yet."
"Now what?"
"Open wide, Philly

Not mine.