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Timofey was grateful that the Homeowner was nice enough to let him stay inside his house, despite Timofey having filter and telling the other man basically his life stories.
"I haven't seen my parents in years." Timofey randomly blurted out. "Not since they sent me to the mental hospital tee-hee. They weren't even there to pick me up, I had to get a cab...Then I was homeless...Hehe. I had to sell my body to get any kind of money tee-hee!"
The Homeowner just stared in bewilderment at the unhinged man before shaking his head and leaving the closet. Timofey was confused as to why he had left, but he chalked it up to having to do something more important.
Timofey brought his right arm up, observing it closely for a moment as his other hand traced over mostly healed cuts. Timofey let out a frustrated sigh before reaching into his pant's pocket and grabbing out a boxcutter.
Timofey couldn't stop himself from shivering at the sight. Not out of fear, but out of excitement. He pressed the blade down against his forearm for a moment before slowly putting more pressure and dragging the blade across.
A few seconds later and blood was already dripping out from the deep cut.
The man shuddered as he brought the arm to his face and licked the blood that seeped out, his body trembling again as he tasted iron.
He pulled back from his arm and proceeded to add more deep cuts to it. Each time he sliced through flesh whimpers and soft moans escaped him.
Despite the circumstances, Timofey was getting beyond aroused as now there was a tent in his pants.
Breathing heavily, Timofey sled down to the floor, pulling his pants and underwear down as he continued to stare at his blood covered arm.
With an excited giggle he pulled out his cock, grasping it with his hand that was the same one with the fresh cuts.
"F-Fuck..." Timofey moaned, trying to keep his voice down as he started stroking his hard dick at a steady pace, coating it in blood and in a sense using that blood as lubricant. "I w-wish the Homeowner saw me l-like this... I'm so disgusting~ Someone like me n-needs to be beaten up..."
As he stroked his cock at a desperate speed, Timofey closed his eyes and imagined that the Homeowner caught him during the act and reacted with repulse at what he was doing.
Maybe he would get mad enough to start hitting him. Beating him. Raping him...
Oh, how he wished the Homeowner would rape him. Treat him like an object.
Treat him like dirt.
"Oh G-God, yes...Yes yes yes, tee-hee!, I'm dirt...I'm nothing, but dirt..." Timofey whimpered as he felt himself getting closer and closer. "Just a s-sick freak...Tee-hee!"
After a moment passed, Timofey could feel himself start to orgasm, so he bit down hard on his free hand, enough to draw blood as his cries of pleasure were muffled by his hand as rope after rope of cum shot out from him onto the floor.
Finally, Timofey came down from his high and slumped against the wall, panting quietly as he licked some blood that had gotten around his mouth. He looked down at his mangled arm with admiration as he used his other hand to trace his fingers along the fresh cuts, opening them more, making them bleed again as a sick feeling of pain and pleasure entered him.
He wondered if anyone would even notice?