XEFROS x DAMMEK

YES I love Dammek abusing Xefros...

BRO x JOHN? Fuck yea!

JOHN x JADE? Fuck yea!

XEFROS x DAMMEK? Fuck yea!

XEFROS: *prRBBBTHHHHH!!!* u-uh oh... sorry tetrarch! 🥺

Dammek sits.

Xefros feels everything: the gravity, the pressure, the sweat-slick skin pressing down on the seat of his being. He tries to scream. What comes out is a gargling gurgle that echoes back up his own throat.

“Oops—here it comes!” Dammek snorts. “Say a prayer, my dude!”

He strains. Groans. Somewhere, deep inside Xefros’s twisted core, something moves. Pipes expand. Muscles convulse. It’s not just symbolic anymore. It’s literal. A metaphysical crushing, a monstrous burden being forced into him.

SPLASH. 🌊 FART. 💨 GURGLE. 🤢

The nightmare reaches a fever pitch. Bile-colored light pulses behind Xefros’s locked-shut eyelids. The smell is unbearable—fetid, sour, thick enough to be felt. It coils down his gullet like a snake, choking, smothering, drowning him in Dammek’s overbearing presence.

And Dammek laughs. Burps. Wipes his hands on the wall like a brat.

“That’s what I call a POWER MOVE,” he giggles.

Xefros can’t breathe. Can’t move. Can’t think.

He’s not a person. Not a troll. Just a vessel. Just a thing.

XEFROS X DAMMEK

Xefros could only watch, trapped in that grotesque fusion of flesh and porcelain, his mind spiraling into panic as the oppressive presence of Dammek suffocated him.

“...You really gonna make me swallow this?” Xefros wanted to scream, but all that came out was a gurgling choke, a sickening gulp that seemed to pull at the edges of his sanity.