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Phil’s apartment had become their entire world.
They are spooning in his bed. Their bodies warm and sticky beneath his plaid blanket. They have been marinating in bed for practically the whole day. Only standing up to drag heavy feet to the toilet or to fetch snacks and drinks from the untidy kitchen. Hours had gone by circulating between watching pirated movies, laughing at stupid video-clips from way too sketchy websites and napping in each other’s arms. The air in the room hung thick with boy sweat and spicy vinegar crisps - along with a tang of overheated electronics.
Phil’s arm is wrapped loosely around Dan’s body, clumsy fingers tracing the warm skin of his flat stomach. The laptop is precariously propped on a stack of pillows beside their heads - allowing them to rest comfortably on their sides while letting the escapism of the glowing rectangle consume them.
The credits of the indie horror movie they have just watched is rolling before their droopy eyes.
”Well, that was kinda shit”, Phil murmurs against his nape.
”Yeah, what the fuck Phil, you promised it would be good.”
”I thought so!”, Phil exclaims and proceeds to claw playfully at his stomach. He burrows his head against his neck and growls out an assortment of various dinosaur noises.
Dan reaches out and slams the trackpad to pause the credits from rolling any further.
”I give it a minus one-hundred-and-thirty-three out of ten.”
Phil giggles against Dan’s unruly hair, and tightens the arm around his waist, squeezing him in a hug.
”Your turn to choose then.”
Dan glances down at the white digits before he decides against the feeling of responsibility that is starting to nag at him. One more would be okay. He taps out of the window and navigates to the many files of his computer. The pointer hovers above a folder that he has not visited in quite some time.
”You up for something… different?”
Phil sniffs the damp back of his head and sighs sweetly. ”Whatever, Danny, you can choose. M’ just glad you’re here with me.”
Dan grins and feels his cheeks turn a bit splotchy. A feeling of being safe and so, so lucky hits him. He is glad that he is facing the other way - so that Phil can not see the embarrassing amount of excitement that has washed over him.
”Okay, but… uh promise you tell me if you think it’s too much.”
”Uh… yeah sure”, Phil hums and snuggles his head against his.
Dan quickly navigates into the folder. It is filled with various files with long, strange names. He scrolls up and down for a moment before he decides to click on a file named ”accident_033_.mp4”. He then retorts his hand back underneath the warmth of the blanket. He rests it on top of Phil’s hand where it is placed on his stomach, intertwining their clammy fingers together.
At first the screen turns completely black, revealing the reflection of their own tired faces.
”Oooh scary”, Phil giggles.
”Haa- ha Phil, that's hilarious.”
Their eyes sting for a second when the screen suddenly turns very bright instead - showing a grainy surveillance footage of a factory warehouse.
Dan suddenly feels a hint of hesitation. They usually love watching random clips together, everything from funny animal videos to bizarre fail compilations. Like that girl that fell down an escalator in a crowded shopping center.
Maybe this would be taking it a notch too far?
Dan was not sure. But he really wants to watch it now when the thought of it has already begun infecting his brain.
The video begins with a high angle shot focusing on a big, greasy machine. It looks rather dystopian with its gray, soulless construction. A young, lanky factory worker is seemingly attempting to clear a jam with the help of a long metal rod. He has practically crawled all the way inside the maw of the machine with his whole upper body, struggling greatly to dislodge the material that has got stuck inside.
For a while nothing happens, and it is kind of boring and mundane. But then, a loud clanking sound comes from the construction, signaling that the safety system has failed - and the machine starts tugging.
The factory worker quickly tries to retort out of the opening but he is too slow. His left arm gets stuck, below the elbow, as the massive hydraulic press starts to descend. Panic breaks out in his face as he fruitlessly tries to pull away from the clenched maw repeatedly, but the arm is permanently lodged. The machine leaves him no mercy as it continues to pull him in, bit by bit, with a deep hydraulic hum.
”Woah fuck”, Phil says alarmed, ”turn it off.” He makes a move to close the laptop shut, but Dan’s arm shoots out to stop him.
”No, wait! Just… just look at it. Just for a moment.”
Phil hesitantly settles back against the mattress with a small grunt. He sounds unsure as he says: ”This is weird Dan.”
The camera zooms in as the pressure on the arm increases. Slowly the fabric of his neon worker-gear begins to tear, fraying at the seams. Threads pop until the fabric tears apart with a soft ripping sound. It is just the beginning before it is the skin’s turn to give way. It bruises an alarming purple before it ultimately distends itself to the max and splits open to reveal yellowish-white layers of subconscious fat and pink glistening tissue. A thick, red spray of blood starts pulsating out from the wound.
A strong shock wave of dizziness hits Dan, making him groan softly in the back of his throat. A sharp tingle runs down his spine, dancing over his spinal discs all the way down to tickle his tailbone.
”Oh- he’s properly fucked”, Dan murmurs.
He lets his hips fall forward against the mattress on instinct before he catches himself in the motion. Phil’s body turns rigid behind him. He can hear his breathing hitch in his throat.
”Dan… what are you- ”
Their conversation dies as a horrible wet, crunching sound steals their attention. The arm has continued its agonizingly slow descent even further down the machine and is now being turned to a red, gooey mush. The bone is breaking off, white bone cracks and splinters and is now starting to poke out in unnatural directions. The guy is screaming, an agonizing wail echoing against the walls of the warehouse. A thick, stringy tendon snaps abruptly and flaps back against the machine with a wet sounding thud.
”Imagine- imagine… your own arm being turned into a pulp. A paste”, Dan whispers. He desperately wants it to sound like his usual snarky commentary, but he knows that it comes out sounding way too sincere.
As the last word leaves his lips Dan can feel his own body betray him even further. A familiar sudden twitch. A pleasant throb in his groin. He tried so hard to keep his cool - he really, really did. But his old ways seem to still hold him in an iron grip. The feeling is intensifying by the second, a warm contracting wave rolls through him, making his stomach knot and his toes curl in pleasure.
He knows without looking that a spot has formed on the front of his pants. The wet fabric is sticking to him, taunting him, and he tries with every fiber of his being to stop himself from letting his hips fall forward again, to grind against the wet patch that is constraining him.
”Dan… what is this?”, Phil murmurs against his neck. His hand has started to wander down on his flaming hot stomach, stroking the hem of his pants. His initial shock seems to have evaporated, replaced by a lingering curiosity.
”It’s just something I like to watch sometimes”, Dan mumbles, eyes fixated on the screen. ”I know it’s weird… but… I like it.”
He can feel Phil shift behind him. Repositioning his body to slot it against him more firmly. At first Dan thinks he is hiding behind him, trying to be polite about not wanting to watch it no more. Shielding himself from this weird, disgusting world that Dan has pulled him into. But then he feels it.
Phil is hard.
An undeniable erection is pressing, hot and firm, right up against the curve of his ass. Not grinding. But definitely there.
”Dan… tell me what you’re thinking about right now”, Phil murmurs.
The arm is still hanging by, technically still attached to the guy with a few tendons that are hanging out from the wound. He has turned pale and sweaty, and is kicking his legs and pulling at his arm hopelessly despite the pain. His face is covered in blood splatter and is crumbled up in horrid mortification - eyes largely expanded by the rush of adrenaline.
”I want to watch it again.”
This time Dan can not stop his hips from rocking forward against the mattress again. The sudden honesty spilling out from his own lips is too much even for himself. He allows a soft moan to escape him.
”Ahh… and… I want to jerk off.”
Phil’s fingers follow the very faint traces of hair on his stomach down the hem of his pants until it reaches curly pubes. He strokes them lovingly.
”Go on.”
When Phil asks him to do something - he complies. Dan takes a deep, shaky breath as a trembling hand reaches for the trackpad. He pauses for a few seconds before he unwinds the video. Unwinding the mess, the pain, the suffering. Back to the beginning.
The screen goes black, and yet again their reflections are revealed by the darkness. Dan looks at himself - and god - does he look disheveled. His eyes are glossed over, dazed, and his mouth is slightly parted. Phil looks at him with a perverse curiosity, eyes scanning his face closely before he proceeds to wet his lips.
As the video starts playing for the second time, Phil continues to creep his way down the inside of his pants, until he reaches his cock. It throbs violently in his delicate hand.
”Mmh Dan… you’re so hard.”
Dan lets out a shuddering whine.
Phil tightens his hand around him, stroking a careful thumb over his leaking wetness. Dan twitches and shivers in his grip. He can feel pearls of sweat forming at his forehead as he feels a deep blush coming on, spreading out across his face and down his neck. Phil always feels incredibly good around his needy, throbbing cock. Whether it is his hand-hole or his asshole.
The video shows the moment when the guy first realizes that something is about to go horribly wrong. That he is stuck. That he is about to be permanently disfigured. The cold, industrial setting contrasting with the hot, fuming stress of a panicking human never fails to intoxicate Dan with a strange sense of lust. Humans are so weird. Letting machines created by their very own hands destroy them. They all go so easily. So soft and compliant to their own man-made horrors.
Slowly Dan starts rocking against the hole that Phil has provided him. It is tight and slick. The grinding motion rewards his body with sharp pulses of pleasure. The thin layer of stale sweat across his back is building up profusely as his pores begin to leak again.
”Ah… Phil…”
Phil grinds himself against Dan’s ass. Rubbing his clothed length right into it. His breathing is coming off hot and heavy against the back of Dan’s head. He is so out of breath.
”God you’re fucked up”, he grunts and rocks into him with force.
Dan moans.
Phil is so right. He is a truely fucked up person. In more ways than one even. There are so many reasons why he is a fail that he has honestly lost count. It was clearly not enough that he got bullied in school, is struggling with his mental health on a daily basis, is failing university, and is suffering from a bad case of internalized homophobia - he also has a very problematic relationship with the internet and the impending doom of the human race that has led to some very fucked up and disgusting habits.
He is disgusting.
But Phil is grinding against him, rocking into him, hard and willing. He is turned on by this. Turned on by Dan.
And it just feels so good.
Phil’s cock throbs against his ass as he decides to grind back against it, meeting him in his thrusts. He slides against him so nicely. They fit so perfectly together. Dan mushes his head down against the pillow, it smells like sweat and it tingles his brain in a way that feels so incredible that he has to moan.
The video zooms in on the splitting of the flesh again, the skin that is bruising a horribly purple, the tendons breaking and snapping like twigs beneath the unforgiving hydraulic pressure. Blood is oozing and spurting out of the snapped arm, painting the guy's clammy face in red splatters.
”Tell me why you like it”, Phil huffs in his ear as he continues to fuck his leaking part firmly trough the tight hole of his hand.
Dan’s eyes sting as he stares at the footage. He simply can not afford himself to even blink. He needs to watch in its entirety.
”It feels so good Phil. Oh god, it feels so, so good in me to- to watch it”, he whines and bucks his hips forward, pushing his cock through the slick grip.
He then pushes backwards against Phil’s cock, grinding his ass against him. His hips are stuttering, circling back and forth, back and forth.
”Why?”
The question is simple. And valid. Dan’s mind loops over different answers, different explanations. How should he explain this complex urge within him? He tries to think, to get some clarity before he starts talking. But it is too hard. The pleasure within is too great for him to be able to think coherently.
”Hmnngh… I guess… cur- morbid curiosity. We are not supposed to see all that. Yeah? It is hidden away. But… Don't you wanna see? What really is inside?”
Dan lets his head fall back with a shuddering moan before he continues.
”Don’t you wanna know what you’re really made of?”
Phil responds by a moan of his own as he lets his hard-on rock between his cheeks again and again. His body is starting to twitch and his movements are becoming more and more uncoordinated.
”Look at it”, Dan grunts.
The wet, cracking noise of crushed bones coming from the laptop speakers blends with the wet, slicking sound coming from the shared arousal between two grinding bodies. The footage shows the moment the arm gets horribly tugged and crushed. An injured arm that is getting turned into unidentified mush. An injured arm that is swallowed by a soulless machine. An injured arm that is never going to exist again.
”One second it’s fully working. And than the- the next… It's gone. Eaten by the- the machine. It’s just sludge. And- and now it’s just another problem- for- for the clean-up crew”, Dan stutters out.
He is getting so close now. The footage along with the feeling of Phil’s hand fucking him, his cock grinding against him, the confessions and obscene descriptions that are bubbling out of him is all getting to be too much. It feels too good. He needs release. The urge to come and spurt all over himself crashes into him with force.
Phil seems to sense this and rubs at his tip before he starts jerking him off more violently. His hand moves fast, creating obscene wet noises below the shared blanket. It is getting so hot beneath it, they are both panting, sweating. Desperately chasing each other’s releases. Dan’s breath hitches as Phil suddenly bites down at the sweaty skin at the back of his shoulder. He knows that Dan enjoys himself some pain when he is close.
The pain is so sudden. So raw. It feels so good.
”Phil- h-h I- I’m gonna-”
”Y-yes Dan… yes- do it.”
Dan shudders deeply as the immense coiling sensation that has built on his inside finally spurts through him, making him convulse in on himself, - toes curling, heart hammering painfully in his chest - as he spills into Phil’s stroking hand.
”Ah-… ahhh”, he moans and throws his head back against Phil’s shoulder.
”Fuuuck Dan that’s so hot”, Phil breathes heavily against the dull bite mark on his skin.
Phil continues to grind and twitch against him and soon his body goes rigid for a millisecond before it convulses into spasms of pleasure. A deep guttural moan finds its way into the back of Dan’s hair.
As they come down they are both laying still, panting for quite some time. The video has ended, and the screen has returned to black - leaving the room in a comfortable darkness. The air in the room is hot and musky and somehow it smells even more funky in here than it did before. The sheets and their pants are totally ruined by their spent sweat and cum. Phil would definitely need to do the laundry sometime soon.
”We are so out of breath it’s actually ridiculous”, Dan wheezes after a few more deep breaths.
”Fuck Dan… what have you done to me?”
Dan reaches out for the trackpad, willing the screen alive by tapping on it furiously. He looks at the digits in the corner; and the devil on his shoulder decides against them yet again.
”Want to watch another one?”