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Secco/Cioccolata intense NSFW
⚠️Warning for kife/medical play, violence, restraints, sadism, and gore.⚠️
The room was dark, but not unpleasant. Secco found himself lying on a hospital bed, arms and legs strapped down, and covered in a single sheet. He wiggled a bit and found that, no…his arms and legs weren’t strapped down..they were chained down. The chains were thick and heavy, and they felt cold against his stand, Oasis. He struggled against the chains with all his might. They wouldn’t budge. He let out a shuddering moan at this and continued to struggle, loving the feeling of helplessness and the sound of the chains clanking and rattling against each other.
“Having fun, aren't we? Se-cco~” Cioccolata’s seductive whispers tickled Secco’s eardrum. Suddenly, the lights clicked on, filling the room with an eerily dim yellow light. Secco growled in response.
“So bright! Cioccolata! My eyes hurt!” He angrily whined. He received a shush as an answer. Letting his eyes adjust to the light, Secco surveyed his surroundings properly now. Cioccolata was standing over him, lust apparent is his gaze, despite half of his face being hidden by a medical mask. Beside him, was a sort of cart holding a tray of assorted tools. Scalpels, needles, and such, but what was unusual, was the knife and staple gun. Those were most certainly not medical tools…Secco moaned again.
“Oh, you’re so excited already, hmmm?~” Ciocolata teased, palming Secco through Oasis and slapping his face. Secco panted loudly, sticking his tongue out to show his appreciation for the touch, but soon enough, he needed more. Secco whimpered.
“Touch more! More! More! More!~” he wiggled under the chains as much as he could, bucking his hips and removing Oasis from his lower body.
“Ah! Ah!~ Be patient, my Secco~ Hmmmm~ but if you really can’t wait, you need to beg for your Doctor~” Cioccolata’s voice alone was dominating as he spoke, caressing Seccos chest and teasing his covered nipples.
“Please! Please, Cioccolata!~ I’ll be a good boy for you~”
“Hmm…Maybe if you call me ‘Doctor’,” Cioccolata moaned softly, “Don’t forget to...
The room was dark, but not unpleasant. Secco found himself lying on a hospital bed, arms and legs strapped down, and covered in a single sheet. He wiggled a bit and found that, no…his arms and legs weren’t strapped down..they were chained down. The chains were thick and heavy, and they felt cold against his stand, Oasis. He struggled against the chains with all his might. They wouldn’t budge. He let out a shuddering moan at this and continued to struggle, loving the feeling of helplessness and the sound of the chains clanking and rattling against each other.
“Having fun, aren't we? Se-cco~” Cioccolata’s seductive whispers tickled Secco’s eardrum. Suddenly, the lights clicked on, filling the room with an eerily dim yellow light. Secco growled in response.
“So bright! Cioccolata! My eyes hurt!” He angrily whined. He received a shush as an answer. Letting his eyes adjust to the light, Secco surveyed his surroundings properly now. Cioccolata was standing over him, lust apparent is his gaze, despite half of his face being hidden by a medical mask. Beside him, was a sort of cart holding a tray of assorted tools. Scalpels, needles, and such, but what was unusual, was the knife and staple gun. Those were most certainly not medical tools…Secco moaned again.
“Oh, you’re so excited already, hmmm?~” Ciocolata teased, palming Secco through Oasis and slapping his face. Secco panted loudly, sticking his tongue out to show his appreciation for the touch, but soon enough, he needed more. Secco whimpered.
“Touch more! More! More! More!~” he wiggled under the chains as much as he could, bucking his hips and removing Oasis from his lower body.
“Ah! Ah!~ Be patient, my Secco~ Hmmmm~ but if you really can’t wait, you need to beg for your Doctor~” Cioccolata’s voice alone was dominating as he spoke, caressing Seccos chest and teasing his covered nipples.
“Please! Please, Cioccolata!~ I’ll be a good boy for you~”
“Hmm…Maybe if you call me ‘Doctor’,” Cioccolata moaned softly, “Don’t forget to...
