Living Dead Boy

“A body can get used to anything,” he said softly, even as he gave his wrist a viscous downward stroke. Skin split. Muscle split. The blade dug deep, deeper, down. He had to raise his voice to be heard over Dacre’s broken scream. “Even this. Even more.”

Dacre Vikrose is afflicted with a condition worse than death. He needs a doctor, a doctor who specializes in death, dying, and those who dwell somewhere in between. Those who study such things, however, are fixated for a reason. Doctor Nekosi Kharis is happy to help--but sometimes "help" has a very subjective definition.

Contains: Hard gore, medical kink, malpractice out the ass, vivisection, non-con, dub-con, forced blood feeding, gaslighting, forced captivity, bondage, non-consensual breathplay (also known as suffocation!), as close to gutfucking as you can get without a dick actually going inside another man's intestines, syringes, suicidal ideation.

Suffice to say, dead dove out the ass. Please respect the tags and read responsibly.

Stats: ~ 15k | m/m | dark eroguro fantasy erotica

This was a spur-of-the-moment project I decided to take on in anticipation of Halloween. It started originally as a reward for myself. When I'm feeling down or on the cusp of finishing something, I often let myself create a new OC to get me excited for future projects. Dacre came first, but we all know the best OCs come in pairs. I hope to play out Dacre's story in full in an upcoming DnD campaign, and if I'm lucky, Doctor Nekosi will make an appearance too.

This is a story for people who love Bloodborne, Ravenloft, and old school Universal monster movies. It's for those of us who know all too well that there are many things worse than death, so long as we've the imagination for it. Enjoy!