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Sammy Lawrence X Male!Reader

you look around as you walk down the creepy hallways of this.. Ink-drenched studio. You don't hear the footsteps coming up behind you until it's too late, something hits the back of your head and you fall to the floor. You look up to see a man... With overalls and a bendy mask, his skin soaked in ink. "Rest your head... It's time for bed" he whispers as your vision goes dark.

You wake in a room... Tied to a support post? There's that man again... You think his name was sammy, or- "sheep sheep sheep... Gotta tie you down nice and tight, don't want our sheep to wander off now do we?" He says as he tightens the ropes. "Who are you and why do you want me here..-?" You ask as he steps back. "I'm gonna sacrifice you to bendy, of course... In return, I get freedom..." He murmured. "I have other uses-" you exclaim. He nods, pulling a knife and using it to remove your pants, following with other clothing articles. You try to ask what he thinks he's doing, but go silent as he puts the knife against your thigh. No talking. "I'm seeing if you're a tender enough sheep for m'lord to enjoy... If he is left unsatisfied, he won't be happy... He must be satisfied, for he will set us free!..." He says as he presses the blade against your skin, making you whimper as he draws it down to leave a long cut in your leg there. After a moment he smudges over the cut with his hand, leaving an inky blood smear. It stung where the ink got into the wound, making you tremble with the pain as he did it to the other side, and over your chest. "P-Please st-stop this-!" You beg him over and over. After a bit, he sighs and puts the knife down. "There's only one way I'm letting you loose, and even then I may still offer you to m'lord..." He hisses. " anything, anything-!" you exclaim. He hums, unclipping the bands on his jeans (the overall bands? They're not full on overalls are they-?) "What are you doing.."

"the only way to have a chance of me letting you go is... Well, sheep sheep sheep... You have to be my slave until I'm satisfied ~" you don't like the flirty tone he has, but you nod, and he cuts you loose. You fall to the floor and breathe for a moment, rubbing where the ropes had left an imprint across your stomach and chest, as well as the burning cuts in your flesh. Sammy stands there, waiting. Once you sit up and look at him, he gestures to his own pants, which at the moment looked a bit tight in the crotch area. "Well, sheep... Get to it, get a taste of the ink~" he husks. You slowly nod, shifting forward and unbuttoning his odd white-ish jeans and letting those fall around his feet. You look up again and are met with his hard 7 inch inky cock against your cheek, smearing the black substance on your face and hand as you lightly grip the shaft. He lets out a low murr type sound as you stroke it, but after a moment he grabs a handful of your hair and makes you take his bitter tasting inky cockhead into your mouth. You cringe a bit at the taste, but roll your tongue around his tip slowly, earning a pleased growl from him. "Nngh.. Suck it, or I'll feed you to m'lord~" he orders. Doo you do, trying not to gag as you take more of him in and suck on it. He groans a little, his grip on your hair loosening as your tongue makes a rhythm against his shaft. Before long you kind of start to get off to it, the feel of cool ink against your skin from where he's touched you was making your skin tingle. You continue sucking his dick, and sliding a hand down to stroke your own hardening length. As soon as he realizes what you're doing though, he pulls your head away from his cock and he pulls his mask off, dropping it to the floor and looking at you with pure inky black eyes. "Wh-what are you gonna do no-Oompf-" you grunt as he suddenly pushes you over and flips you so you're on your hands and knees. You blush feeling his ink drip on the back of your legs, and his hands gripping your hips slightly, every bit of contact with the cold ink making you tingle more. You feel him lean over your back, and press his tip against your rear, making you yelp a little. "Y-you can't p-put it in there, i-it's too big-!" You try to say, but he ignores you, pushing his slick inky dick into your body. You bite your lip to hold back a moan, the burning sensation of pleasure battling with the thick cold ink, making him tremble and sending shivers of pleasure up your spine. "O-oh fu-ck~~ g-god, sammy, y-you're coldddd..~" You hiss. "You're warm as hell, god...~" He responds, pressing his chest against your back and starting to thrust. You couldn't hold back a moan, feeling the tingling cold of the ink and your own sweat slowly dripping down your body as this continued. His movements started easy, gentle, easy to handle... Then he started to speed up, picking up his pace and nuzzling your shoulderblades. The cool ink coating your insides was unbearable pleasure, let alone the speed picking up...you grip the floor, letting out more moans and similar noises as he licks and bites at your neck, drawing blood and licking it up. The cuts in your body stung in a pleasing way, and your body felt hot, yet froze with all the ink... Ink, ink, wondrous ink... You felt your sanity slip away as this continued on, he eventually hit your prostate perfectly and made you moan louder, stars glinting in your vision. He shifted his hips a bit to hit that spot every single time, making you tremble. Your arms give out, and you fall to your elbows, sticking your tongue out as he pounded into that deliciously blissful spot.

He groaned something incoherent in your ear, and a few deep rough thrusts later you feel him slam deep inside you, and he stops. You feel his cum shoot into you, coating your gut in slick freezing cold ink, thicker than anything you'd ever felt, and making you shudder. You his name loudly as you tense up and come as well, releasing your cum onto the ink soaked floor, turning it a little grey in color where they mixed. You can feel his hands travel up your sides, touching your trembling, used, and worn out body and making you almost melt at his touch. "...you were good... I'll let you go, but if you run into bendy, you have to please him" he says as he pulls out of you. You flop on your side with a short slow nod, trying to catch your breath. He chuckles and lays with you, pulling you against himself. "...rest, tender sheep... You have a long journey ahead of you"

............so like, 1210 words?? Gawdddddddd!!!! Sammy tho ❤~❤ gawddammmmmmm! the art isn't mine I found it on the Batim amino, it was featured, NO I didn't ask to use it but shhhh they'll never knooowww- anyways, all art credit on that pic goes to them, they made one smmmmmmexy sammy- Anywho, hope you enjoyed it my lusty sinners, I'll see you next time!!!