HORNYFIED
We live in a world where getting exposed to erotic content, in one form or another, almost cannot be avoided. The probability of people developing a porn addiction at some point in their lives is now greater than ever before, especially with the recent advances in technology. This is a serious issue that indirectly affects everyone in our society.
When I started this project, I made a commitment to fight my destructive behavior with the goal of regaining control over my life. By sharing my story, I hope to inspire those who struggle with breaking their bad habits and feel enslaved by their own minds. I want to give them the courage to take their first step in escaping the mental prison they unknowingly may have built around themselves.
Will you join me on a journey through a world full of pain and trauma where I try to understand the root cause of my suffering? I could certainly use some company along the way, but be warned. Unspeakable horrors await, and you may get completely...
The Bath
(Coming 01.07.2025)
The Bath
– 60, 61, 62...Larry counted the shots coming from his pistol. The water in the bathtub covered his hips, and a big cloud of all surrounding foam made his legs and belly almost disappear. Barely moving his mouth, he silently pronounced the numbers each time he pulled the trigger. It sounded more like a series of short sighs than actual words, but it was good enough. It helped him to keep the right rhythm; it gave him a sense of control. Larry loved to count, and the evening bath was his favorite part of the day.– 63, 64, 65...The challenge was to not make any mistakes along the way. Getting to sixty was relatively easy, but Larry could sometimes get distracted and lose focus. It could be an intrusive memory or the noisy neighbor behind the wall screaming at his wife again. When that happened, Larry had to start all over again, but not today. Today, he would finally achieve his goal. He could feel it.– 66, 67, 68...The water splashes echoed inside the old bathroom. A weak, yellow light shone down from a lonely light bulb attached to the ceiling, and patches of white paint hanging from the walls cast tiny shadows on a web of deep cracks in the concrete. Larry lived with both his parents in an old apartment, and he often heard them talk about a major renovation. They said the apartment was ugly, and that they were ashamed of it when having guests over. His mom was especially concerned about the condition of the bathroom, but Larry did not understand her. He liked it the way it was, and he didn't enjoy it when his parents were having guests anyway.– 69, 70, 71...No splash. He needed to reload his toy.– 70... 70... 70...Larry started to repeat the number of the last shot over and over again. This way, he could stay focused and keep track of the challenge. The magazine had a capacity of only twelve shots, and this was a necessary distraction. Like an experienced soldier, he smoothly removed the magazine, filled it with water to its edge, and attached it to the pistol in one fluid motion. The weapon was now heavy again and felt good in the boy's small hands. Larry pulled the trigger, and this time, a shot was fired.– 71...He never made it so far before, but he remained calm. This was his first try of the evening, and the water was still pleasantly warm. The foam started to settle, uncovering Larry's knees, but he barely even noticed. His eyes were focused on the one spot where the water was hitting the bathtub. He aimed at a small, rusty circle, a deep dent where the paint was scratched away, showing off the metal. Larry liked to think that his shots would make the dent bigger and eventually create a hole in the bathtub. That would be awesome, but he also knew that it wasn't possible. In order to do so, he would need something much stronger than a plastic toy. He would need something with more pressure.
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– Did you see that? – the old man asked in excitement. – With enough pressure, water can become harder than even metal!Larry sat on a couch beside his grandfather, watching a documentary about a modern processing plant. On the screen, a man in a blue uniform showed how they used water to cut through different materials.– What is pressure, Grandpa? – Larry asked. No matter the question, he could count on his grandfather. He could explain things to Larry in a way no one else could, and he always had an answer.– You create pressure when you press on things, my boy – the grandfather answered without any hesitation. Then he pointed his finger at the TV‑screen. – Scientists managed to make a device that can press the water very, very hard – he explained. – So hard, in fact, that it even can cut through metal, like a knife through a stick of butter! Isn't that fascinating? – he asked and looked at Larry through his glasses with a big smile.Larry agreed. He has always been fascinated by all kinds of devices. When asked what he would like to be in the future, Larry always gave the same enthusiastic answer: a scientist! Scientists need to be smart, and Larry was a smart kid. At least that's what everyone was saying. Even the children making fun of him.Yes, it was his dream to work with different devices like the one they showed on the screen, but scientists must be good at math. A real scientist could probably count to a thousand without making any mistakes, or maybe even to ten thousand! That's why Larry needed to practice. He needed to get better at counting, and he still had a long way to go.Larry often wondered why his grandpa never became a scientist. He would surely be a great one.
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– 94, 95, 96...Larry was excited. He has never made it to ninety before. Could it be? Could he finally make it?The pistol was now getting suspiciously light in Larry's hands again, and several thoughts went through his mind. He wanted to be prepared for the big moment and had to make a quick decision. He stopped shooting and decided to reload his pistol in advance.– 96... 96... 96...Suddenly, someone knocked at the door.*knock *knock– Honey, is everything alright?Larry stopped moving. It was his mother. She occasionally checked on him when he was taking a bath, and her voice shouldn't be a surprise for him, but he didn't expect to be disturbed at such a critical moment.– 96... YES MOM! 96... – he responded, louder than intended. He was intensely trying to remember the number.– Great! – she replied with her carrying voice, seemingly unbothered by the tone of his voice. – I'll be in the living room if you need me – she said and went away from the door.Larry was surprised about his reaction. He rarely raised his voice, but this was not the right time to think about it. He needed to focus.– 96... 96... 96... – he continued whispering while taking a deep breath.Like many times before, he slowly repeated the all too familiar series of movements and managed to successfully reload the pistol. Then he aimed at the rusty circle and pulled the trigger.– 97, 98, 99...All his thoughts disappeared, and it felt like the time had stopped. Without any doubt in his mind, he pulled the trigger one more time. The water hit the target.– ...100? – he whispered to himself, not fully believing what he had just said. – Hundred! – he repeated, significantly louder.A big smile appeared on Larry's face, and his hands shot in the air. I did it, he thought. I really did it! With clenched fists, he started to punch the air in front of him while vigorously wiggling with his knees. I really did it! I did it on the first try!Exhausted from the whole experience, Larry leaned his back against the bathtub with the pistol still in his right hand. He deserved a rest. The now lukewarm water covered his entire body except for his head. The earlier all surrounding foam was now gone, and only a thin layer of soap remained floating on the surface. He closed his eyes and relaxed, thinking about how he would tell his mom about his success and...Something was not right. All of the sudden, Larry felt an unknown numbness lurking in his belly. It was like he had to pee, even though he didn't need to – he always goes to the toilet before taking a bath. He opened his eyes and saw that there was something else sticking out of the water. It was his...
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– Birdy – Larry's mom explained, – but adults call it a penis.Larry preferred the first word. He liked the sound of it, and he thought it was more fitting.– It is important that you wash it thoroughly every day, especially under the funny moving skin – she continued. – That's where the bad bacteria like to hide the most. Do you remember how to do it?– I do! – Larry replied proudly. He always remembered things that were important.– That's my boy! – she said with a smile. – Always remember to take care of...
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His birdy looked different. Usually, it was soft and wiggly, but now it was all stiff. It also felt different and seemed much bigger. Larry was confused. He raised the pistol and aimed it at his weirdly behaving body part. He pulled the trigger, and the water splashed against it.*splashHmm... that's strange, he thought. It was almost like he couldn't feel the water touching him. Even more confused, he put the pistol to the side and reached for his weirdly behaving body part. He grabbed it carefully with his right hand and squeezed it softly, surprised at how rigid it felt. Larry's skin was slippery from all the soap in the water, and his hand began to slowly slide upwards until it felt off. He repeated the motion.Grab, squeeze, slide...Larry didn't know what to think. It was quite relaxing, but at the same time, he didn't feel comfortable touching himself this way. Also, there was this strange feeling in his belly that wasn't going away. He should probably call his mom and tell her that something was wrong.Grab, squeeze, slide...Larry continued, and after a while his hand began to move slightly faster. His arms and legs started to get tense, and he could feel the numbness in his belly slowly spreading to his limbs. His breath became flatter, and his face started getting warmer. He wanted to stop now, but for some reason, he couldn't. It was like his hand got a life of its own. The sense of being in control started to fade.Grab, squeeze, slide, grab, squeeze, slide...He could feel something (pressure) growing inside of him. It made his little body hurt.– You need to go faster...An unknown voice appeared inside his head. It sounded soft, almost carrying, but there was no doubt in Larry's mind that it was giving him an order. He tried to resist, but from the very first moment he heard the voice, he knew that he was doomed to fail. The body wasn't his anymore, and now he was also losing control of his thoughts. Something (pressure) was taking over his whole being. It had its own goal, and Larry had to obey.Grab, squeeze, slide, grab, squeeze, slide...He was now moving his hand as fast as he possibly could, but it wasn't enough.– Go faster – the voice repeated. – Use the other hand.Larry obeyed. At first, it was difficult to coordinate the movement. He had to slow down, but after a few tries, he managed to find the new rhythm.Left, right, left, right, left, right...Larry was scared. Why was he doing this to himself? His arms were now sore, and he almost couldn't breathe. Dark circles appeared in front of his eyes, like this one time in the church when he fainted and felt to the ground in front of everyone. I really need to stop now, he thought to himself. I need to stop... Please, let me stop... But the voice in his head was not satisfied. It demanded more.– FASTER!Larry's whole existence was now reduced to this unpleasant feeling in his belly. He wanted to stop, but he was powerless against this strange force that possessed him from the inside. His body was at its limit, but the voice had no mercy.Grabsqueezeslidegrabsqueezeslide...Suddenly, shivers went through Larry's body, and he could feel an intense sensation on his whole skin. Terrified, he put his arms to the side and rapidly raised himself. Standing naked in the bathtub, he looked down at his birdy. It was moving on its own now, pulsating up and down. It has never done it before. I broke it, he thought to himself in panic. My birdy... My birdy is broken! I have broken my birdy!Then the fear went away, and his body relaxed, almost like nothing ever happened. Larry didn't know what to feel. His limbs felt like they were made of rubber, and he was exhausted. He sat down again and leaned his back against the bathtub.*knock *knock– Is everything all right? – It was his mother. – What's taking so long?Larry tried to gather his thoughts.– I was... playing – he answered.– Oh sweetheart, please hurry up now – Larry could hear a slight irritation in her voice. – Enough playing for today! – she said, and Larry couldn't agree more.But was this what he was doing? Was he just playing?(FASTER!)Larry started to wash himself quickly. After he was done, he pulled the plug to flush away the cold and dirty water. Then, he rinsed the soap from his body with the leaky shower head attached to the wall.He almost forgot by now about the hundred shots from his water pistol he managed to count. It was an achievement, and he was so proud of himself, but now? Larry wasn't sure if there was anything to be proud of after what he (the pressure) just did.