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Hypnorgasm
>> #414158
Posted on 2021-04-07 15:23:58
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Why did he make that bet again? Well, for one, he always made big, grandiose bets with terrible demons, horrible people, and those creatures that came right out of an eldritch horror story.

Usually it was because he wanted to prove something to himself. Something petty. Rigby was pretty damn stupid. But he always managed to come out of most things unscathed. He'd had these encounters so frequently, it had become almost like routine to him.

But that's the problem with getting into too many gunfights, you see. Eventually, you end up taking a bullet.

Pansy. He wasn't a fucking pansy. Little gay baby. No he wasn't! He was cool. A bro. He wasn't about any of that shit. So hearing Spooks-a-Lot treat him like he was pissed him OFF.

So what? His soul? Eternal servitude? A ghost forever? Psssssh. He'd be fine. If anything, the bet was way easier than anything of that other stuff. Like, heck, he'd made bets with Death before! And won!

All he had to do was not cum because of some big fat ghost. You kidding? Easy mode. If this was a video game, it'd be level one. Even if he was gay, it's not like there were anything attractive about this dude.

And, sure, they had this way of whispering these sweet temptations into his ear, and distracting him a bit. Kind of a nice touch, too. Whatever. No man's touch could do jack to him. Even IF he sort of liked having his belly rubbed like that.

So he could let himself enjoy the experience. It's not like he was actually gonna cum. Even if nobody had ever massaged him like this before. It was just kind of nice to let it happen, y'know? I mean, he wasn't saying that it was turning him or anything - just that the ghost's touch was real delicate, and nice, and just right.

Like, hey. It was getting pretty easy to lose himself in those smooth, gentle rubs. The way they made him relax. Like he didn't have to think, or struggle, or worry. And really, he didn't have anything to worry about. He was feeling really damn good! All tingly, and light, and empty, and... man, the way his dick felt - out of this world. Like it was about to explode. Let loose, c-

OH WAIT NO THAT WA-

...

...

Out it went. That green, ectoplasmic ghost cum, floating away the same way his body had, further off of the floor, detached from both gravity and the physical realm. Rigby's mortal existence had ended. His mind felt as light as his body did. So free of physical stress, worries, pain, or frustration. A literal otherworldly orgasm - earthshattering, and damn near mindbreaking.

And this wasn't a good thing! No. He'd lost. He'd actually lost! And yet it felt good, didn't it? Maybe it wasn't so catastrophic. After all, there was always a solution to the worst case scenario. Some deus ex machina to save him from the horrible fate he'd deserved. When was that coming? Come on, man. Hand him an out! He always had an out.

Wait, shoot - this wasn't one of those Halloween stories, was it? The ones where something terrible happened, and that was the end of the story? But those were just stories! They never actually happened - no, this was actually happening! Ah, fuck man, why did it feel so good? Why was the ghost man so hot?

That was it, an eternity in hell, with nothing but this incredibly hot fucking ghost man. Oh god. Why was he looking forward to it? He was a ghost dude now. But hell if it didn't make him want to cum again. Oh, man, if he could feel that good again, he'd want to be a ghost forever.

Except, he didn't really have a choice in the matter, did he? Did he? Fuck if he knew. He wanted to have that gentle, plush-like ghost hand service him again. But he knew that he had to earn it. He had to please his ghoulish devil of a master first. If he was going to get rewarded, he'd have to work for it. That was the deal, after all.

And he'd certainly earned this. By being such a foolhardy, risk-taking dumbass. This was his place - a bottom feeding, demon-worshiping toy. The ultimate fate for those who would choose to tempt it. And if fate had been tempted, it was certain basking in its own afterglow right now - those good, wonderful feelings that came with giving into carnal pleasure. Certainly, it must have felt good to put Rigby in his place.

Three customers, all happy with the result - a drooling, grinning servant, a horrible, bastard ghost, and fate itself, finally making the choice it'd so desperately wanted to.

The end.
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