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Wester could stand being around Sharps.. sometimes. Described by almost everyone who knew him, Wester was very short tempered.
Today, Wester wasn’t having it. He was tired of building, or gathering more resources, it was like a loop that never ended. And Sharps? They just made it all the more difficult. They were helpful, but only sometimes. Like, yeah they would get materials for him but most of the time they were just messing around, being useless even. While they were having fun, Wester felt obligated to continue working, and of course he was pissed about it.
The day had been going like any other day, Wester working on the house, and Sharps was working on something Wester didn’t have enough energy to pay attention to. Eventually, after hearing Sharps yap for so long, Wester had enough, “SHUT THE FUCK UP” He yelled, and continued to holler at them until he set down his pickaxe and climbed down from the roof, looming over Sharps from behind.
In one swift motion he grabbed their neck, slamming them onto the dirt. They wailed at the pain, but Wester didn’t care, if anything he was getting hard from this. Wester squeezed tightly, watching as Sharps struggled more and more to breathe. He liked the look of the tears streaming down their face, the thought that they think that their friend is going to kill them. Wester suddenly let go, wiping his hands on his trench coat. He didn’t know where Sharps had been, yuck. Sharps yelled something at him, clearly distressed but Wester wasn’t phased by it, if anything it only fueled his need to rip them apart. Wester looked at them again before swinging his fist, hitting the side of their head. Sharps was definitely in shock, they were a mess on the floor, crying and shaking. Wester threw another one, causing them to bleed from a cut across their cheek.
Wester slammed his other hand down onto Sharps eye, causing them to yelp in pain. That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it? They took a heavy blow to the head, Wester watching in pure joy as blood streamed down their face. He then stood up, intentions clear, he raised his leg before slamming it into the others stomach. Sharps gagged, covering their mouth with their hand. Wester did it again and again, wanting to make sure they were bruised for weeks, directly where it could be seen. Eventually, Sharps started dry heaving, so Wester took that as a sign to leave, he couldn’t stand seeing people throw up, or at least attempt to.
Whatever, Wester thought, I’m tired. He walked away from the other man on the ground, going into their house to sleep through the night. Wester woke up the next morning, he felt riddled with something that felt like guilt. He quickly swiped something into his pocket before going back to where Sharps lay. They were awake, but looked awful. Wester scooped them up from under their arms, leaning them against the wall. They couldn’t fight back in this state, right? He slid the tablet out of his pocket, carefully opening Sharp's mouth before putting it down their throat. Easy peasy, or at least for now, is what he thought. It only took a couple minutes for the drug to work, so he sat down next to the other, waiting for any sign of the effects to start.
Eventually, he watched as the panic set in as Sharps realized they could barely move, barely talk, barely anything. Wester laughed to himself, knowing his plan was working. He made quick work of their clothes, and then worked on his own. Wester gathered up some blood from the wound in their stomach before swiping it onto Sharp's cheek. They winced, trying to lean away from Wester, but all their attempts failed. It was a funny sight to behold, someone so desperate to not be in that situation but being completely unable to? What a dream come true. Wester shoved the rest of the blood on his hand into their mouth before unzipping his pants and forcefully shoving his cock in. “Ohhh fuckkk,” Wester groaned, feeling Sharps gag on his dick. He could do ANYTHING to them. Wester grabbed Sharps head and forced him even more onto his cock,
“Choke on it, slut.” Wester said, feeling every whimper and cough. He continued to thrust into the other's mouth until he reached his climax. Getting another boner just from watching Sharps try to swallow it, in failing to do so it trickled from the corners of their mouth. (Minecraft skins btw) Sharps looked at him with eyes that said no more, but he couldn’t stop now. Wester quickly pushed them down, moving their thighs to rest on his shoulders as he used his blood to lube his dick before roughly shoving it into Sharps.
“Are you a virgin or what?” Wester asked mockingly, watching the tears stream down the others face for a couple minutes before starting to move. Pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back it, directly aiming for the other's prostate. Wester tried to make it somewhat pleasurable but what about being raped is pleasurable in the slightest. Eventually Wester was able to cum again, stuttering to a stop as he kept thrusting shallowly through his high, pulling out with a small pop.
“You’re so desperate for my cum, right?” Wester asked, scooping up and pushing back in the cum coming out of Sharps. Feeling a bit bad, Wester wrapped his hand around Sharp's dick, stroking it slowly eventually until they came, maybe so they could feel a bit of relief, before licking it off his hand. “I bet you liked that.” Wester mumbled. Sharps was fucked out, and Wester was tired enough already. He picked up the other, lifting them onto the bed before climbing in right next to them.