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The Boy in the Bubble

The Boy in the Bubble

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Mar 15, 2022
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Fiction
Romance
I had always had my suspicions, the times when he had been missing school. There's no way that someone just gets sick that easily but he told me to stay out of it. He didn't trust me enough to want to talk about it with me but never did I expect it to be something as big as this. Never did I expect to see someone I cared so deeply for, quivering on the floor, a sheen of sweat on his face and his pants red. Red with blood. His blood. THINGS TO NOTE: -This is a gay story, if that makes you uncomfortable then please leave. -This story contains mature content, such as sexual acts, derogatory terms towards gay men, abuse and self-harm. -The main relationship in this story is BDSM related, meaning that it involves age play. -To reiterate, if any of the above topics make you uncomfortable then this is the time to leave this story.
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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