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Mike dragged the glass shard across his thigh one more time. The cut was deep and ran over a previous one, both spilling blood down his leg. The upper flesh of his thigh covered in criss-crossing scars and covered in bloody lines. He pushed down on the most recent cut watching fat rise to the surface, the harder he pushed the redder his hand became. The glass was clutched in his right hand like a lifeline ready to drag more wounds into his thighs. The other was fisted in his mouth to stop her from screaming out.
He set the shard on a cleaner part of his thigh to start another cut. Mike slowly started to drag it across the squishy flesh pulling a needy moan from the boy. He bucked his hips into nothing while finishing the cut. Removing his hand from his mouth to push hair out of his face, and letting him pant into the night. Wet blood coated his thigh, wounds still dripping onto the floor. He'd have to clean that up later.
Mike knew if he ghosted his hand over his panties they'd be soaking wet like his thighs, just the juices would be different. Mike rubbed his legs together chasing some relief while switching over to cutting his other thigh. One good rut forced a shaky moan out of his throat as he held his leg down. Getting one more cut in before it was all over.
He couldn't focus on why he started cutting to begin with, all the blood rushing from his head to the pit between his thighs. Mike discarded the shard of glass to instead shove his hand between his legs. Covering his heat with the side of his hand. Mike feeling the wetness of his pussy leak throughout the fabric. His thighs shaking around his left hand as the other knots itself in his hair. He hasn't even moved yet.
Mike starts to move his hand up and down along with his thighs, thrusting his cunt into his palm on occasion. Quiet whimpers placed between desperate mewls. A good thrust would leave Mike breathless, throat gasping silently. He needed more.
Mike shoved his hand into his underwear placing his thumb on his clit. An immediate reaction, a deep moan tore through him causing him to lean over himself in pleasure. He was spreading the blood from his cuts everything, he didn't really care. Mike started circling his entrance teasing his clit with his thumb at the same time. No longer bothered with staying quiet Mikes lewd sounds filled the room. If anyone walked by to hear his moans they'd think he was in a porno. Mike bucked into his hand, he needed more pressure.
His juices were covering his hand, slicking him up for entrance. There was no one to take care of him though, or to think of. The first option was okay but odd, the second and third were terrible. One was painful the other plain weird. Mike didn't need them, he was chasing his own pleasure. Mike rubbed his entrance faster drawing out another long groan.
Finally he got himself to the good part, slowly starting to sink two fingers into his entrance. Each centimeter causing Mike's legs to tremble in pleasure, spurring deep choppy moans from the back of his throat. Once his finger were all the way into his cunt he started to finger them in and out. Pushing the fingers deeper into him at every cycle, chasing the pain of them hitting that sweet spot. Every time he did he'd release a mewl that would probably turn every man he'd been with on in a second.
He looked like a stupid slut, fucking himself on his bloody cuts in the middle of the night. Mike groaned harder at the thought, letting someone see him in this state. Cut him, fuck him, use him again. Mike scissors his finger into him hard, hitting the spot that made him cry out over and over again.
Mike was leaking all over the place now, panties fully soaked and his legs a shaking mess. Right hand still in his hair but now yanking it as hard as he could for more stimulation. Mike slams his cunt onto his fingers over and over again, inserting a third for more pressure. He was so close, so close.
He sped up, fingering himself deep and hard, thrusting onto his fingers while thumbing his clit. Softs groans became moans that would wake the whole house up if anyone was home. He wanted someone to walk in. Just a few more thrusts and Mike would come. He was getting dizzy, if it was due to the blood loss or his insane horniness he didn't know.
Mike kept pumping his fingers into him moaning deeply around them until the pressure built up a little too far. He pressed into his clit hard as his came around the three fingers in his hole. Moaning loudly into the dark of his bedroom. A trembling mess coated in blood and cum.
He slipped his fingers out of him once his pussy unclenched, sitting in his soaked underwear taking a breath. His hair was wet from sweat and his room smelled different. Mike laid himself on his bedroom floor, feeling cum trail down his thighs mixing with the dried blood. The exhaustion started to catch up to him and he felt himself falling asleep on the carpet. Mike would have to wake up in a bit to clean himself and the room up later. That was okay.