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"Now i'm not for any of that emo shit, ya hear me? this is way fuckin' different." Pete spat, leaning back on the couch.
"Come on, this is just fucking gay!" Bill complained
"Stop acting like ya haven't jerked it to snuff films before, we all have." The shorter boy rolled his eyes
"I'm not listening to your freaky ass, you find homosexual vampires erotic." Josh snapped back
"You're just mad it's not Superboy getting it on with his friends." Bill laughed, the heavier boy immediately plunged his fist at him, resulting in a small fight.
"It's HOMO-EROTIC, asshole! an' this is different than that, i'm telling ya!" Pete groaned, standing up and pulling the two boys apart.
"Here, i'll show you all!
Pete dug into his jacket pocket and rummaged through it for a second before pulling out a long rectangular object. It was a red box cutter, the ones you'd see people opening packages with. He smiled nervously before sliding the plastic piece on the side and revealing the shiny blade with a few loud clicks.
"I'm not gonna watch this shit, man! this is just gross!" Jerry averted his eyes and turned his head, still quickly sneaking another glance at the blade.
"This is gay, dude.. I mean, I kinda get watching a chick do it, but this is gay." Josh said, crossing his arms.
"And I don't want you bleeding all over my fucking couch." Bill whispered, crossing his arms aswell.
"Are you guys fuckin' kidding me?! I didn't even do nothing yet!" Pete grumbled, clenching his fist and tightly squeezing the blade.
"Just hear me out for a sec, you all got to do show an' tell with your porn, so it's my turn!" Pete hissed and lifted up his jacket sleeve. His arm was hairy and covered in red marks and scabs.
"You'll never jack off the same again." the italian boy whispered.
He bit his lip as he dragged the box cutter down his forearm, ripping the skin and leaving a string of bloody pearls that slowly began dripping down to his elbow. Something about this was just so satisfying, it felt exhilarating. His arm ached and stung, but in the most euphoric and erotic way possible. He let out a bit of a struggled sound that made its way to a nervous laugh.
"Sick, dude! don't let it drip on the floor!" Josh whined and covered his eyes. Jerry followed suit.
"Do it again." Bill instructed, shocking everyone. Bill's never taken an interest in ANY of their masturbation advice or strange kinks.
Pete let out a nervous laugh before speaking up. "What do ya' want me to do? just slice again? don't you.. uh wanna try it on yourself?" Pete asked, scratching his head. His arm was beginning to drip crimson onto the floor.
"No, just do it one more time." Bill requested, his voice a little less sure now, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Jerry and josh began peeking through their fingers.
"shit, alright."
Pete took a breath before lifting his dripping arm back up and putting the blade back to it, this time instead of the side of his fore arm, he was gonna go in the center, but avoiding any major arteries. He positioned his arm towards the other boys, pressed the box cutter deep into his arm, and then quickly slashed the blade across his skin with a groan. Jerry hesitantly peeked in curiosity and watched the white layer of flesh disappear into the bloody mess that was his friend's arm. Pete sucked air through his teeth and dropped the blade to the floor, gripping his arm in a sick twist of satisfaction and pain.
"Fuck! that was a good one. Are ya guys starting to smell what i'm steppin' in?" The black haired boy laughed, his voice slightly shaking from discomfort and the arousal that came with it. He wasn't about to start taking his pants off in front of these sons of bitches, but holy smokes, it felt good!
"What do you like about it? the pain?" Jerry asked, still covering his face. Josh on the other hand was just staring at the bleeding arm with a disgusted look in his eyes. He never thought he'd see his own friend slice himself open like that.
"Well, yeah? I mean, it's pretty sick seeing my own blood an' flesh, but the hurt is just on another level. When you're jacking off an' your brain is overloaded with all these different feelings it's just so fuckin' hot." Pete explains, his blood now starting a very small puddle on the floor.
The room is silent, Jerry's hiding his face in his hands, Bill is staring at the box cutter on the floor, Josh is covering his mouth with one hand, and Pete is standing there waiting for someone else to speak. Pete's hands were both painted in blood, and he was coming close to staining his jacket.
"D'ya got towels or bandaids down here, Bill?" Pete asked "I'm kinda making a mess."
"Check the bathroom." Bill muttered, pushing his glasses up & still not making any eye contact. Pete walked out of the room to go find stuff to clean up leaving the other boys in pure silence.
"He's fucking crazy." Josh muttered with a sigh. This was the most awkward moment in the club's history, and just last week Josh was showing off tentacle hentai to the group.
"What do you expect from secretary of horror?" Jerry says, his deep voice muffled by his hands. They both looked at bill waiting for him to say something.
"That was gross, VERY fucking gross." Bill grumbled, he raked his fingers through his hair and ruffled it a bit as he let his thoughts process.
"Then why'd you ask him to do it again, fucktard?!" Josh yelled, he was pretty shaken up about this all, he'd gotten off to the darker sides of porn before, but it was a whole different thing seeing it happen in real time.
"I don't know, assface! I was curious, that's all!" Bill finally looked up and met eyes with Josh. The skinnier boy looked quite shocked too, but something about him looked flushed.
"Yeah, Bi-curious!" Josh grunted, Bill shoved Josh off the couch and groaned after hearing the crash and thunk of Josh's body hitting the floor.
"You got blood on me you piece of shit!!" Josh shrieked, sitting up in disgust. Pete walked into the room to see what all the commotion was about, his forearm now wrapped in a small hand towel. He groaned when he saw the two boys tackling each other.
"You all are a bunch of pussies, man! You're fine with watching gore in movies an' shit, but all of a sudden ya freak when I give ya the real fuckin' thing?" He shouts before kicking Joshy in the gut.
"Can you blame us? It's different when you know the person!" Jerry whined, hugging his knees to his chest.
Pete rolled his eyes, It's not like he was cutting them, Although it would be nice. He was just showing them the glory of self mutilation, it was so real, better than those shitty reused gore videos. He thought these sick-fucks would get it. God forbid a man has kinks.
"Just say you're a sissy. If you all keep whining about it i'm just gonna dip." Pete barked.
"Do me a favor and leave, you psychopath!" Bill snarled and got up off of the floor. Nearly slipping on some blood. "That goes for all of you!" he added.
"I'll gladly leave!" Josh roared, grabbing his bottle of soda and storming out. Behind followed Jerry and Pete. All of them pissed off at each other.
Bill huffed and sat on the couch as he calmed himself down. He stood up once he was finally cooled off only to step on something hard and cold. He scoffed in annoyance and looked to see what he stepped on.
It was the box cutter.
He started to feel himself sweat a bit as he bent down to pick it up, he was nervous. It was wrong, but something about that whole show Pete put on was.. well.. interesting. The way he whimpered in pain, and the sick look in his eye as he dragged the blade down his arm. It was so gross and scary, but the forbidden nature of the act made it so alluring.
It was still open, and the blood was starting to crust onto the metal. There was a smear of blood on the red casing that blended in. He closed it quickly and looked around to make sure the guys were gone. Bill shoved it into his pocket and ran to his room. This was disgusting, it was weird, it was sick . He locked his bedroom door and sat on his bed. The boy carefully slipped it out of his pocket and opened it up, the satisfying clicks echoing in his room.
He didn't know what he was doing, it didn't seem appetizing to cut himself, but the rush of seeing someone so close to him get sliced like that was fucking crazy. It hurt, it made his heart race, it was so wrong but so right. He stared at the dried blood all over the box cutter, and let the feeling rush over him again.
He could almost hear Pete's grunts, he could see him wince in pain. He could imagine Jerry's whines and Josh's gags.
His cock throbbed in his jeans. Fuck. This was so gay, he's never been turned on by any male before, and now he was over here day dreaming about torturing his fucking friends. He couldn't stop himself from unbuttoning his jeans and kicking them off, he knew this was filthy and wrong. Bill held the blade in his left hand and reached into his boxers with the other. This was new territory, and now he had to brainstorm a way to ask Pete if he could get a recording of him cutting without sounding like a complete fag. Shouldn't be that hard manipulating him if he already cuts himself.