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Another boring day for Devesto. Ever since he acquired the F3X, he stopped working jobs and stopped living the human life to hide his identity.
He simply did not care anymore.
His daily routine consists of walking around the city, destroying stuff there and there.
Devesto wonders, what can this F3X do other than destroying objects and making civilians pee their pants? He decided to mess there and there, and eventually ended up finding a search bar.
'Well, this ought to be interesting.' or so, Devesto thought. He was looking down at the first page of the options.
And, oh boy. Something caught his eye.
It was, well, a fella who happened to have a sword buried deep in his heart. Devesto hasn't quite figured it out yet, but he's assuming that these 'pages' are for people that are dead.
What a pity. Dying to a sword buried deep in his heart. 'That gotta hurt a lot, huh.' Devesto monologued to himself. He looked so young too.
He can't let himself get distracted, he quickly clicked the 'spawn' button without thinking, he's excited to mess with whoever this is.
The 'person' or whatever, fell out randomly fromthe air. He looked confused, as he rubbed his head.
"Ow..." The unnamed person muttered, and Devesto felt quite shocked. He thought that these 'people' would be ragdolled, not full-blown on having 'human-like' traits.
Devesto quietly walked to the person, touching his hair.
Oh.
It seemed like it was a young boy. Not older than a day from 12, to be exact.
'This is gonna be fun.'
Devesto wasn't exactly the type of person to act upon kids, especially male ones. He did exactly have a thought or two to touch adolescents, pre-teenagers. Kids around those ages.
He felt sick and disgusted by himself for it.
But this? This was a golden opportunity. He doesn't care about jail anymore, he can get away easily. Hell, he can even do anything he wants and get away because of his F3X.
Who even cares anymore? This was probably someone who died almost 200 years ago- so he can't technically be 12.
'This is not illegal.' Devesto thought to himself, as his mind filled with sick thoughts already.
"Hello mister..." The young boy looked quite confused. It was adorable.
"..hey."
"What's your name?"
The young boy rubbed his head again, seeming like his memories will spill out if he does so.
"MeQuot.. And you, mister?"
"Devesto."
'Fucking hell, this kid's so easy.'
Devesto thought to himself, holding back a smile.
"Hey, you lost? We can stay over at my place for a bit. Do you remember where your parents are?"
"Uhmm... I don't... exactly remember, but I can recover my memories while resting at your place, thank you so much mister!"
Devesto was too excited at this point. This- MeQuot, was too easy to get lured and fall into his traps. Hell, does he even look that trustworthy?
MeQuot talked a lot. Even when they got to his place, he did not realize that Devesto had closed everything down, preventing people from seeing and listening.
Now that they have sat down and things have calmed down, Devesto asked questions while unconsciously scanning MeQuot's body that was still going through development.
This was really irritating Devesto, in a way.
“MeQuot.” Devesto muttered under his breath, but it seems like MeQuot hadn't noticed as he kept on talking.
Devesto was someone who didn't like when something didn't go his way. He kept on listening to MeQuot talking.
When will this end?
Devesto got up close to him, and touched his thigh.
“Oh! My apologies, I’m guessing I got a bit too carried away..” MeQuot said, with an embarrassed expression obviously plastered across his face. “It's fine.” Devesto says, before getting close to MeQuot.
“MeQuot, I do wonder..” His hand rested on Mequot’s thigh, he could see that MeQuot was obviously getting uncomfortable. It was adorable, honestly.
“Have you ever had any wet dreams..? Or.. touched yourself?” Devesto asked. Weird question. Even he himself wouldn't go up to random children and ask them this. But, he was doing this just for the sake of getting what he wanted from MeQuot.
Pleasure.
“Uhm… “ MeQuot was really weirded out- he composed himself as he wondered what to answer. It would be disrespectful to ignore, no?
“...apologies, but I don't think that's a… uhm… appropriate question…?”
Devesto was not happy at MeQuot just telling him off like that. “...what's wrong? I can teach you.”
MeQuot could feel his blood run cold, the adrenaline was rushing to his veins but he didn't know what to do. He froze as Devesto suddenly touched his crotch. He felt the world spinning.
“My apologies…! Uhm.. Sir Devesto-”
“Devesto’s fine.”
“...my apologies, Devesto. But I find myself a bit occupied with a few things that need to be dealt with- so if you may I excuse myself-”
“Liar.”
This whole conversation was definitely ticking Devesto off. He watched as MeQuot outright lied and ignored him, as he got up. He tried to pull the door’s lock, but to no avail, luck wasn't on his side today.
“Where do you think you're going?” Devesto came up to him, even if MeQuot wanted to fight him off, he would just humiliate himself because of the size difference. His eyes were full of fear.
This was a real adorable sight for Devesto. He could feel himself getting excited, he never thought this day would come. Devesto held MeQuot’s wrist, not hard enough to break it, but hard enough to serve as a warning.
“Be good and just listen to me.” Devesto spoke, before forcing his mouth to the younger boy before him, holding his wrist so he wouldn't fight back. Devesto quickly got to the job of slipping his tongue inside MeQuot’s mouth, making him choke on his own saliva as he tried to comprehend what was going on.
MeQuot felt really weird- he wanted to cry, to flee, going anywhere but this.
He’d rather die.
Devesto quickly broke the kiss, a saliva string still connecting both of their mouths. He couldn't keep it in his pants any longer as he quickly gripped the boy’s exposed thighs.
“This is all your fault, y’know? If you didn't walk around wearing these shorts, I wouldn't have done this. Tch, tch, tch…” MeQuot could feel himself trembling already hearing that. He didn't want to imagine what would happen next- but he knew what was coming.
And he didn't have any power to stop it.
MeQuot wasn't sure on what to feel- should he suck it up and let Devesto do whatever he wanted? Or should he tell him to stop? Devesto still seemed nice- he was a friend after all.
“Uhm.. Devesto, I would appreciate it if you stopped doing.. this..”
Devesto wasn't really pleased on hearing that.
“I guess I’ll stop. If you get on your knees first, though.” Devesto said with a smirk forming as MeQuot got to his knees quickly– how desperate was he to flee from him? It’s pathetic- really.
“Unzip my pants.”
MeQuot quickly got to work- as he freed Devesto’s dick.
“Great, good job, I guess. Go, suck on it.” Devesto said as the sick pervert leaned back, as MeQuot looked confused. Fuck, this kid is so stupid. What, does Devesto himself even need to teach MeQuot on how to suck dick.
“Ugh, don't tell me you don't even know how to-” Devesto’s complaint was cut off with a moan as MeQuot started licking his tip. It felt too good- way too good than the people his own age he’s been fucking.
This was different, MeQuot was a natural at this, Devesto tried convincing himself so the guilt doesn't eat him up. Whatever, whatever.
Devesto gripped MeQuot’s hair, as he pushed his head forward, making him gag on his dick. It was such a cute noise that Devesto himself could promise to himself he'd never fuck around with ‘legal’ people ever again if he can fuck this child all day long.
MeQuot started bobbing his head up and down, providing Devesto the full pleasure- he could feel himself reaching climax. Devesto gripped Mequot’s hair, forcing him to take his full length dick inside his mouth; he wanted MeQuot to swallow all of it.
Without a warning, or any signals, Devesto came inside MeQuot’s mouth- or even more accurate; his throat. The cum spilled down his throat, making MeQuot gag on it again.
Devesto quickly grabbed MeQuot’s jaw, who was struggling to breath and compose himself. He looked at him. “Swallow, all of it.” MeQuot wheezed before swallowing all of it in one gulp, as Devesto watched full of satisfaction.
Devesto was still hard, he hadn't truly gotten what he wanted at the first place. He quickly pushes MeQuot to the floor, trapping him.
“Hmm.. I wonder what you have down there…” Devesto said, quickly pulling off his pants just to be met with an untouched pussy. MeQuot’s expression turned awkward.
“Uhm…” Devesto wanted to laugh. “A pussy? It looks really cute, MeQuot. Just like you.” Devesto felt corny saying that, he could feel himself cringing at it but he didn't care- he wanted to be inside MeQuot way more now.
This was truly a blessing.
“Do ya know how to play with this thing?” Devesto asked, putting one of his fingers to the outside of MeQuot’s pussy, causing him to gasp slightly.
“....no…?” MeQuot whispered as Devesto rubbed his fingers on the outside, not close enough to spread open his pussy yet. MeQuot couldn't hold it back and moaned.
“See? You're making these wet, sticky stuff… If I do this, your body learns how to feel good.” Devesto continues working through his fingers, slowly inserting it into MeQuot’s pussy and stretching him open.
MeQuot couldn't help but pathetically moan and whimper. He wanted to push away Devesto but he valued his body still. He was scared Devesto would harm him if he attempted to do so.
Suddenly, Devesto took out his fingers and put them outside of MeQuot’s mouth.
“Lick it.” It was an order. MeQuot quickly took Devesto’s fingers in his mouth, tasting himself. It was merely disgusting.
Devesto really wanted to shove the fingers down his throat just to see him choke, but he didn't want to waste any more time. He quickly positioned MeQuot while forcefully spreading his legs open.
“It's gonna hurt a bit. Maybe.” Devesto muttered, God knows if MeQuot heard it or not.
“Devesto- wait-” MeQuot’s sentence got cut off by a scream as Devesto slammed right into him.
MeQuot could feel his pussy being torn apart in real time. He could see the blood flowing from it, signing an end to his virginity.
MeQuot wanted to turn away from looking at Devesto just thrusting inside him. He could see the sickeningly big cock just moving from his own skin.
MeQuot screams again when Devesto presses on the bulge.
“Ah… come on, Quot….. have some fun… just relax…” Those sickening words coated with tender sweetness. MeQuot simply wanted to throw up at those words but he was too full to think anyways.
MeQuot’s mind was hazy until he felt something sharp inside his pussy. It was too good but still painful at the same time, causing his body to react involuntarily with a really loud moan. Devesto muttered about some ‘G-spot’ but MeQuot couldn't be bothered enough to listen.
Not this time anyways.
After what felt like an eternity of non-stop torture, Devesto finally came inside. MeQuot’s body shuddered, as he sat up and tried to crawl away, just to be met with a wall behind his back overall stopping his movements.
He looked down, seeing trails of cum mixed with blood following him. His legs felt numb. He thought that he might just be dying. His body was trembling violently.
About the time MeQuot was about to pass out, Devesto came to him and tossed him some tissues. MeQuot wanted to catch it, but he was in too much pain. He could only look before getting a scoff and Devesto cleaning him up like this man hasn't raped him violently just a minute ago.
MeQuot knew this was the first and definitely not the last time he's going to be used like this.