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Suguru Geto was going insane.
Perhaps he already has, the stress of being a jujutsu sorcerer breaking people’s minds being an unfortunately common occurrence. Droplets of water ran down his muscular back as he leans forwards against the shower wall, his mind racing with too many thoughts, wondering if he was hallucinating.
“What are you doing Suguru?” A familiar voice interrupts the numerous voices in his head (oh god he really was crazy), Satoru Gojo casually strolling to the shower space next to his, plopping down his shampoo and soap bottles. Suguru turns towards his best friend, pointedly keeping his gaze well above the waist.
“Oh uh, hey Satoru,” he replies, struggling to remember how to socially interact with other people. The white-haired boy snorts, shaking his head a little to wick the water droplets collecting on his matching long white eyelashes.
“What, were you jerking off in the shower or something? Don’t worry I won’t tell. Everybody does it anyway,” he laughs, lifting his toned arms to scrub lavender-scented shampoo into his fluffy hair. Suguru blinks at the sight, forcing his head to look forwards again to finish washing himself off.
Finish washing… that part off.
See that part was what Suguru was struggling with these days. Moments before as he was halfway scrubbing his crotch clean, his dick started twirling around wildly doing a helicopter, spraying soap suds everywhere.
Yes his dick was twirling around by itself, Suguru did not make a habit of twirling his dick around regardless of the setting. Thankfully it seemed to have calmed down just in time as another person entered the room, but whatever was manipulating his dick still lingered, gently massaging up and down his length and causing him to get embarrassingly hard in front of his best friend. Suguru gulped, trying to subtly inspect the organ to see what on earth was messing with it but he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, other than the phantom dips in his skin where the pressure came and went. It was freaking him out, to say the least.
“Woah woah, if you’re gonna do it here at least point that thing away from me,” Satoru’s voice broke Suguru out of his spiralling thoughts, “that third leg of yours probably shoots like a fire hose to match.”
Suguru feels his cheeks light on fire, slapping a hand down in vain to hide his larger than average member. “What are you looking down there for you pervert?” He retorts, blaming the redness of his face on the seasonally hot water. Satoru simply laughs, shutting off the water as he finishes his unusually quick shower.
“Hard to ignore it when it’s pointing all accusatorially at me like that,” Satoru turns to leave, making a crude motion behind his back, “just remember to clean up after you take care of it yeah?”
If there was a hole Suguru wanted to shove his massive boner into it and never see it again. That wasn’t how boners worked though, so he had to get rid of it the usual way. Thankfully no one else came into the showers until Suguru was done spraying the walls clean of soap suds and.. other stuff.
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A few days pass and things don’t get better.
In fact the intensity of the invisible assault on his dick and balls only seemed to have ramped up with time, starting at first with gentle, almost pleasant massaging and developing into downright manhandling of his package as if it wasn’t marked in multiple places with FRAGILE and THIS SIDE UP.
Geto almost spills the milk on the kitchen counter as he doubles over in pain at the sudden pressure on his testicles. Ieiri Shoko, sitting on a stool in front of their two bowls of cereal, looks up in concern.
“What the hell? You okay there Geto?” She asks, leaning forward to take the dangerously tilting milk from his grip. Suguru lets out a choked gasp as the pressure abruptly disappears, gone as quick as it had arrived.
“Oh uh, yeah. Just.. stomach problems,” he stammers, putting a hand on his abdomen to sell the lie. No way he was going to tell Shoko about his haywire dick, medical license or not. Shoko narrows her eyes disbelievingly, but doesn’t push him, opting instead of pour a generous amount of milk into her bowl and the pitiful remains into his.
“Probably best you lay off the lactose then,” she smirks, tossing the empty carton into the trash. Geto flips her off, attempting to snatch the milk-filled bowl only to flinch backwards in disgust as Shoko expertly spits in it, successfully marking her territory.
“That’s so gross Shoko,” a third person’s voice breaks their little standoff, Gojo entering the room with a yawn as he scratches his exposed stomach. Geto casts his eyes downwards subconsciously while Shoko simply hums and sips at her spit-flavoured cereal milk.
“For real though, you feeling alright Suguru? We have a mission today, but if you’re not feeling well I can probably deal with it myself,” Satoru asks, leaning down and peering over his round glasses at Suguru who had begun sweating as his penis poltergeist had returned and was now joyfully bouncing each testicle back and forth like a fleshy Newton’s cradle.
“N-no, I’m good,” Suguru manages to reply, forcing himself to stand in a way that hid the suspicious movement in his sweatpants, “I just.. need to go to the bathroom, I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
The pair watch him curiously from the kitchen counter as Suguru stumbles away, wobbling like a newborn foal with a not-so-foal sized cock.
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“Suguru! Above you!”
Suguru barely reacts in time to block the flying globs of venom spewing from the grotesque frog curse, the squid curses he used as shields quickly dissolving from the corrosive substance. He ducks another venomous barrage as he attempts to close the distance, throwing curse after curse in front of him as unfortunate sacrifices. He was getting close, close enough to practically see every hairy pore that mottled the skin of the monstrous creature. Suguru brought a fist back, charging it with all his cursed energy and-
And falls to his knees with a gasp as the strongest squashing sensation wraps around his most vulnerable parts. It was so intense, stars bursting before his eyes as the feeling of wanting to throw up overwhelmed his senses. “Suguru!!” He distantly heard Satoru’s call as the frog opened its foul mouth wide, emitting a stench that enticed the bile to rise up into the back of Suguru’s throat.
A blue flash blinded the wooded area, and the frog curse was abruptly erased. Suguru blinked, looking at the spot where the creature once was. Then he realised it wasn’t not there anymore, it was just.. everywhere now. On the trees, on the leaves, half submerged in the little puddles that the rain from the previous night had left on the forest floor.
“Suguru! Are you okay? What happened?!” Satoru rushes over to his side in a frantic manner, dropping down to place a hand on his back as Suguru slowly recovers from the throbbing pain.
Ok, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. This- whatever this was has to go. It might’ve been funny when his dick was flopping around like a wacky wavy inflating arm flailing tube man during his down time, but if it even targeted him in the middle of a fight, that could end very badly for him. Suguru took a deep breath and stood up, anger building up in his chest. He’d had just about enough of this nonsense.
“Suguru?” Satoru’s voice filters through his emotions, breaking the troubled waters in his mind with ease. “You good?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m good, sorry,” Suguru replies, meeting his friend’s worried gaze, “guess those stomach troubles weren’t all taken care of like I’d thought.”
“Man I told you you shouldn’t have come if you weren’t feeling well!” Satoru elbows him gently in the arm, before stepping away to examine the curse- or what was left of it after he absolutely obliterated the whole thing to save Suguru’s life. “I’d be done a whole lot faster if I didn’t have to save your ass every time.” He teases. Suguru lets some annoyance bubble up again to fuel his snarky retort and then-
He feels something there, squeezing his balls with an undeniable pressure. Suguru immediately grabs the hem of his pants and yanks them down roughly along with his underwear, his genitals flopping out into the open. They looked… normal. There were no physical anomalies, like bugs or animals that might’ve crawled into his clothes. He couldn’t sense any cursed energy either.
“Geez dude are you that desperate to take a shit? Fine, I’ll leave you to it,” Satoru’s voice drawls from where he’s surveying the curse, noting down details that only the Six Eyes could see and Satoru would inevitably forget to mention in the reports later.
Things that only the Six Eyes could see…
“Um,” Suguru clears his throat nervously, shoving down the small voice in the back of his head screaming at him that this was a bad idea, “hang on a minute Satoru. I need your help with something.”
“Huh? Aren’t you a big boy who can go potty by himself?” Satoru replies mockingly, sidling up beside him anyway. “What’s up?”
“I uh..” Suguru starts shakily, “I think my dick might be haunted.”
“You what?”
Embarrassed brown eyes meet confused blue ones, blinking as though trying to process a great deal of information. It wasn’t really. It was just as Suguru had said; his dick was haunted, plain and simple. He’d call the ghostbusters but they aired too early in the day for that level of content warning.
“It’s been going on for a few days now,” Suguru scratches the back of his neck, mortified but there was no stopping now, “there’s been something targeting my- down there, poking and prodding. Just now I felt it squeeze my balls hard, like it was trying to determine if they were ripe or not.”
Satoru blinks once again, wide-eyed and owlish. “Maybe it’s aliens trying steal your seed to increase their home population.”
“Satoru this is serious,” Suguru hisses, his balls throbbing again and he’s unsure if that thing is back or they’re just sore from the abuse, “I’ve been losing my mind over this because I can’t figure out what’s going on. But maybe with your Six Eyes…” he trails off, the implication hanging heavy in the air between them.
Oh my god. Gojo is staring at him like Suguru has gone crazy, which he probably has. His heart is thumping wildly in his chest- Suguru regrets ever saying anything about it, he should’ve just spent the rest of his life undergoing cock and ball torture in stoic silence because he was about to lose his best friend over something so stupid. He feels tears prickle at the corner of his eyes, partly from the overwhelming panic but mostly because that thing actually is back and has his cock in a vice-like grip.
“Gotcha,” Satoru’s voice shatters the silence, two sharp clicks echoing above Suguru’s bowed head as he neatly folds his sunglasses away and places them into his pocket. “Let’s have a look then.”
“Really?” Suguru lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, relief flooding over him all at once. This was Satoru, his best friend, forever and always. Obviously he would understand that Suguru didn’t have any ulterior motives (at the moment) in asking him to look at his dick. It was a purely professional, platonic, penis inspection. Nothing more, nothing less.
Suguru shakily pulls down his pants again as Satoru gets down on one knee to examine him up close. He winces as the cold air blows over his exposed dick, which he could still feel the uncomfortable pressure digging into. So it definitely wasn’t physical, since air could pass through it.
Satoru’s nose scrunches thoughtfully as he scrutinises Suguru’s twitching cock. He’s definitely looking at.. whatever it is right? Gojo’s not just taking the opportunity to burn the image of his best friend’s private parts into his core memories, saving them for later to do whatever he pleases with, right? His seemingly-innocent gaze held a certain.. hunger in it however. A faint red dusts across his pale cheeks, muscles twitching in Satoru’s long neck as he swallows thickly, breath quickening just a few beats faster. Suguru feels the blood leave his flushed face as it travels worryingly quickly down south.
“I got it!” Satoru claps his hands loudly, startling Suguru and making him jump, his hardening cock swinging up and down causing it to harden even more. “It’s a curse inside your body. We need to get it out.”
“Inside?..” Suguru’s head feels fuzzy, the lack of blood from supplying his other head not helping, “how do we get it out?”
“Well,” Gojo bites his lower lip, chewing on the plump flesh before continuing, “you need to release it.”
“Release?” Geto repeats dumbly, like he’s been reduced to nothing but a Talking Tom echoing Gojo’s words with no thoughts of his own, “what do you mean by release?”
Satoru sucks in some air between his teeth as he tilts back his head, blue eyes flicking up towards the sky as he ponders how best to explain his thoughts. “I mean, you need to cum.” Gojo decides that being blunt is best, as he usually does.
“Oh,” Suguru snaps back to reality, the direct wording actually helping to ground him. “I- I see. Well thanks for the uh, advice. I’ll just.. go take care of that then.” Suguru goes to pull his pants back up, but is stopped by Satoru’s slender hand on his own. He looks up in confusion.
“You could do that on your own yes,” Satoru starts carefully as Suguru is frozen, his pants halfway up his still dangling cock, “but how would you know if the curse is out of your body? You can’t see it can you?”
“No?” Suguru’s voice almost comes out as a squeak. What’s happening here? Is Satoru proposing he gets Suguru off? With his hands, or his mouth, those shiny plump lips glistening with saliva as he continues to worry them with his teeth. Or maybe he’s offering to-
“-help you,” oh shit Suguru wasn’t paying at all to what Satoru was saying, lost in his own deranged imagination at what the two of them would do in the middle of some musty woodlands. He clears his throat, seemingly waiting for an answer. Suguru panics.
“Oh yeah, for sure. Go for it,” he babbles, trying to keep his tone light and failing miserably. Satoru lifts an eyebrow but doesn’t press any further, as he’s busy lifting his hands to wrap them around Suguru’s half-erection.
It doesn’t stay at half-mast for very long, filling out in record time as the feeling of his friend’s gentle touch envelops his member. God it was embarrassing how easily he reacts to Satoru, the other boy just casually touching his dick like it was any other part of his body. He certainly was treating this with professionalism, unlike Suguru who was literally about to explode any second from the slightest stimulation.
Well, he was trying to get the curse out so there’s no point in holding back right? Suguru shudders, Satoru’s eyes widening as his cock jerks violently, spilling his seed onto the back of his hand, across the dead leaves scattering the forest floor below.
“Sorry I-” Suguru can’t finish his sentence as he pants from the abrupt orgasm, his legs trembling from the effort. Satoru doesn’t relinquish his hold on Suguru’s erection though, which was still mostly hard.
“You’re not done yet,” he pumps both hands along Suguru’s generously-sized sausage, “the curse is still in there.” Suguru’s eyes glazes over as he feels a familiar heat build up in his core once again. It has been a while he supposes, not unusual to come twice in a row when you’re a healthy, horny teenager. “Satoru, wait-”
He couldn’t wait however, his second orgasm crashing into him much harder than the first. A moan left Suguru’s lips as he folds forwards in half, hands gripping Satoru’s broad back as he remains crouched, merciless hands still tugging his now all too-sensitive cock. “Satoru! It’s too much, I can’t..”
“You can Sugu,” Satoru murmurs from somewhere beneath him, “almost there, come on.” Suguru shakes his head blindly, tears spilling freely from them now. He sobs as the overstimulation wracks his entire body, fighting to pull away from those torturous fingers that have him in an iron grip. A hand trails down to massage his shrunken balls, surely there wasn’t anything left in there? Suguru couldn’t think anymore, his hips bucking upwards into Satoru’s grip trying to end it all already.
He feels it, the familiar rush of endorphins into his fucked-out brain, but nothing comes out below. Suguru blinks through the tears, realising he came dry. There was truly nothing left in him. “Satoru..” he croaks hoarsely, “I think it’s out already.”
Satoru’s head is turned away from him, but he swears he saw his cheek twitching upwards at his words. “No it’s not,” Satoru’s tone carries with it something dangerous, something evil, “it’s still in there. Keep going.”
Suguru’s face pales. “No,” he panics, knees buckling as he attempts to fight off his captor who has begun stroking his soft dick back up to a full erection, “stop! There’s nothing left in there, you can see that right?!” He wasn’t sure what nonsense he was spewing exactly, can the Six Eyes actually see if there’s semen inside someone’s testicles? Seems a bit ridiculous, but Suguru would say just about anything to get those wretched hands off of his spent dick at this point. “Please! Satoru I’m begging you!” He wails.
The hands still on his cock, finally granting him a moment’s respite. Suguru heaves a sigh of relief, only to inhale again sharply as he feels something wet lapping at his slit. “Satoru?” The name coming out broken, just like his mind.
“If you can’t push it out yourself,” Satoru answers mildly as his tongue circles around the red pulsating head, “then I’ll just have to suck it out.” He punctuates the end of his sentence with a loud slurp as he swallows the entirety of Suguru’s impressive length, the tight ring in the back of his throat giving way as he relaxes to take Suguru as deep into his throat as required.
Suguru’s lips part in a silent scream, his body quivering, no longer having the energy to fight or protest any longer. He vaguely feels the slide of Satoru’s wet mouth against his shaft, the gentle drag of sharp teeth against his balls. Suguru’s mind drifted off into nirvana, he was surely ascending now- leaving this plane of existence for a higher dimension. Oh Satoru will be lonely without Him, but it was his own fault for sending his best friend to the other world after all..
There was definitely strong suction being applied to his tip, did Satoru replace all his organs with a Dyson vacuum cleaner or something? Suguru doesn’t even have to exert a single muscle, the remnants of his bloodline leaking out weakly as it’s all but hoovered up between Satoru’s sinful lips, smacking loudly as though he’s devouring yet another one of those blue popsicles he likes so much. Suguru is sure his own popsicle is blue right now, devoid of any blood, any curse, any life. The calm landscape swims before his eyes before it all cuts to black.
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Suguru awakens to a warm hand tracing soothing circles across his bare chest. He feels the familiar texture of his mattress at dorms brushing against his back, groaning as he felt a twinge of pain shoot up his spine. Yeah bending at an awkward posture for an extended period of time isn’t good for one’s back, who would’ve guessed? Satoru pops his head up, blue eyes wide with concern.
“You okay? You passed out right after the curse left your body,” Satoru says softly, as if he were handling a fragile baby chick, “Shoko looked you over and said you were fine though. Didn’t even use her reversed technique, just told me to let you sleep it off.”
“m’fine,” Suguru mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. He rubs his eyes and sits up, taking note he’s not wearing any pants either- just his boxers. Wait, were those the same boxers he had on this morning? He supposes it doesn’t matter if Satoru changed his boxers for him, especially after.. what happened.
“Ok good,” Satoru smiles in relief, his hand coming up to brush Suguru’s loose hair out of his face, “I was getting worried cos you were like, literally not breathing for a full minute after cumming four times in a row.”
So that did happen huh. Suguru groans again, not from the back pain this time but at what he’s just done to ruin their whole relationship. There was no way Satoru, sweet kind Satoru, would ever look at him the same way again. Not after Suguru came down his throat and passed out so inconsiderately, leaving him to deal with the mess. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. Satoru cocks an eyebrow at him.
“Sorry for what?” Satoru asks, tilting his head, “that was the best experience of my life! Your cock is HUGE dude, way bigger than any of my toys and I have a lot-”
“Wait wait,” Suguru shakes his head, trying to process Satoru’s excited rant over what, dildos? Satoru was.. into guys? Well no straight guy would give head that passionately he guesses. “You liked sucking my dick?”
“Well duh,” Satoru rolls his eyes exasperatedly, resting a hand on his chin as he props himself up to look at Suguru directly, “otherwise I wouldn’t have offered would I?”
“Technically you didn’t offer a blowjob, just a handjob,” Suguru points out. Satoru smirks, “true, but the latter wasn’t getting the job done, so I had to take matters into my own hands.”
“Yeah, it did do the job didn’t it…” Suguru trails off. Satoru’s eyebrows furrow, uncertainty darkening his expression.
“You.. didn’t like it?” He asks cautiously.
“Huh? No, of course I did! Dude, I literally passed out from how good you gave head, that’s how good it was for me,” Suguru frantically blurts out, his usual calm filter missing from his words. Satoru didn’t seem to mind though, grinning from ear to ear.
“Glad to hear it,” he smirks, jumping up from the bed. “It’d be a shame if we never got to do that again.”
“Wait, where are you going?” Suguru asks as Satoru begins to head towards his door.
“Uh, to sleep? It’s pretty late, we should both get some rest. Doctor’s orders for you,” Satoru turns as his hand rests on the door handle.
“I mean..” Suguru looks down at his own bed, barely big enough for his bulky frame, “you could sleep here. If you want.”
A soft exhale brings Suguru’s gaze up to see Satoru looking at him with an amused expression. “The cuddly type are we? Okay, but I still gotta shower first so lemme do that real quick and I’ll be right back.” Suguru nods and brings the blankets up to his chest, getting cold without his Satoru-shaped space heater beside him.
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Satoru’s footsteps echo down the empty hallway leading towards the showers, the school deserted at this time of night. He strips with efficiency, throwing the dirty clothes across the entire locker room to land them deftly into the laundry basket. A couple of soap bottles zoom across the room, smacking into Satoru’s large hand as it glows with a shimmering blue aura. He hums idly as the cap pops open with an invisible attractive force, the bottle squeezing slightly as a glob of shampoo lands on his palm.
It took a lot of practice to master this level of precision with his technique, Satoru muses as he rubs the shampoo into his white hair, colouring it purple with the lather. But of course he had to be perfect with Limitless- it was a highly dangerous technique after all, essentially creating black holes in space.
He didn’t want to accidentally hurt Suguru after all.
He lets out a laugh as he remembers all the faces of pure confusion Suguru pulled, as he desperately tried to figure out what on earth was going on with his penis seemingly having a mind of its own. Thanks to the Six Eyes, Satoru used almost zero cursed energy to create miniature blues to play around with his newfound joystick, leaving practically no residuals. Satoru had to be extra careful with his testicles though, they were genuinely fragile organs after all, but he’ll admit he might have been a bit too rough with them after discovering that Suguru had in fact, quite tough balls.
Big, tough balls that he would love to have slapping against his ass as Suguru pounds into him passionately, moaning his name over and over. Satoru liked the sound of his name on Suguru’s lips he found, dragging each syllable like a soft lullaby. The water shuts off as the handle spins back around, a towel flying from the locker room for Satoru to dry off with.
Yeah, Satoru thinks as he looks down, wiping his half-hard member, it’s gonna be difficult getting any sleep tonight.
Suguru sneezes in his room, impatient for his favourite heat source to return.