Moodsong: Matthew Good - Weapon

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Here by my side; an angel,
Here by my side; the devil.
Never turn your back on me,
Never turn your back on me, again.
Here by my side, it's heaven.

Here by my side, you are, destruction.
Here by my side, a new color to paint the world
Never turn your back on it,
Never turn your back on it, again.
Here by my side, its heaven.

Be careful,
Be careful,
Be careful,
Be careful.
This is where the world drops off,
This is where the world drops off.
Be careful,
Be careful.

And you breathe in,
And you breathe out, for it.
Ain't it so weird,
How it makes you a weapon.
And you give in,
And you give out, for it.
Ain't it so weird,
How it makes you a weapon.
Never turn your back on it,
Never turn your back on it,
Again...

Be careful,
Be careful.

Here by my side, its heaven,
Here by my side, its heaven.
Here by my side...

Changeling - Pt. 1, Teil 11

He heard the jingling chime of the belt buckle, felt the bed move right next to his naked feet, felt the puff of air as Mohawk moved onto the bed behind him. He couldn't suppress a shudder when the heavy woven linen of his army-style belt wound around his wrists, binding them so tight it made his fingers swell... but not too tight, he discovered, wiggling his fingers a bit. His hands would hurt afterwards, but it was a pain he could live with.

With a leering grin Mohawk slapped his upstretched ass, making him yelp in surprise.

"You have the sweetest ass I've ever seen, scrap. Bet'cha show it around like a prized whore, don't you?" he snickered, kneading his buttocks with both hands, letting his fingers wander ever so often while he waited for the response.

Kelaste had heard his share of dirty talk in his short life, but being complimented in this sort of situation was new even to him. Furiously blushing he stammered "I... I don't show off! That's queer, and I'm not gay!"

The burst of laughter behind him made him blush to an even deeper red. "I'm not gay! I like women - LOVE women! I just blow for hits, nothing more! Why waste money if you can get it for free?"

A fingertip pressed against his anus, drawing slow, sensual circles. Gasping he jerked forward, trying to escape the odd sensation, but the only thing he got for his bravery was a hard, biting slap on the ass. "Hold still, you little in-the-closet-faggot! Next time you move, I'll make you not able to sit for a week, you hear me?" his captor snarled, then resumed massaging his most private orifice.

The slap shocked him into total stillness, dazed to a point where he forgot to keep breathing. It wasn't so much the pain itself that astounded him, but the casualty of the gesture, and his own response. Shouldn't he scream bloody murder? The slap had left a nasty sting on his ass, and it hurt as hell, why didn't he jump up, kick, scream?

Still the finger rotated, stroked, coaxed his sphincter, brought him back into reality, and made him wiggle just a bit, but he was careful not to move away. He didn't want to risk another slap, and... it did feel good, in a very disturbing way.

"I don't believe you." Mohawk rasped, then pushed his finger up to the first digit into him, and made him whimper breathlessly. "I think you simply like cock. And I think you like it into every orifice you got. I think you suck off dealers because it's a win-win situation for you.. isn't it?"

Mortified Kelaste jerked at the belt that bound his arms, desperately trying to free himself. "Don't!" he wailed, while he tried to still his growing arousal with pure willpower. He felt his sphincter twitch in euphoria around the intruder, trying to suck him deeper, reminding him of the pure joy of being touched after the long denial. It had been years since he had last played the submissive role, or even hit the bed with another guy, and while his mind screamed with disapproval on his own lewd behavior, his body had very different views.

"Your body also doesn't believe you..." Mohawk purred, und slowly started to move his finger. The delicate touch, the sensual movement stood in stark contrast to his voice and the soft, dry burning it caused in his backside, and made him shudder breathlessly. His spinning mind wouldn't form a cohesive response, but he did gasp a harsh "Oh!" when a second finger joined the game, stretching his hole to a point of real unease. He tightened up and again wiggled forward, but another hard slap stopped his flight immediately. This time he didn't stop at the first slap, another row of five smacking, loud blows on his backside made him gasp, then yelp, and finally scream breathlessly. The fingers in his ass never once stopped moving, and suddenly he not only loosened up, but also found himself with a raging hard-on.

"That's a good boy.." the rasping voice coaxed, accompanied by soft, pacifying strokes of his other hand over his burning ass, "just let go.. You're mine already, anyway. Give in, show me what kind of kinky whore you are, and I'll be more tender with you, I promise."

Burning shame ripped through Kelaste, but the more he tried to resist, the more he seemed to lose the battle. When Mohawk's fingers found his prostate, the electrifying rush of arousal made him groan helplessly and surprised... And that was the breaking point.

With a hungry moan he pushed backwards, closing his eyes to the inevitability of the situation, wiped away by sheer lust. What good would resistance do anyways? This way he could at least enjoy his last fuck on earth, and oh, the steady push of fingers felt so good...

With each shove of his ass, Mohawk snickered louder, pushed his fingers faster into him, and finally grabbed Kelaste's cock with a hand around his hips. His fingers tightened behind the tip of his swollen member, moving his foreskin back and forth with small, playful gestures, until his bell-head was thick, red and wet with pleasure. Never in his life anyone had touched his dick in such a lustful, skilled way, it had always been him who had given the pleasure, and pleasured himself afterward. The small touches alone almost drove him wild, but when Mohawk dipped his fingers into the wetness that pearled out of his slit and rubbed his moistened thumb over it, he nearly yelled with surprised pleasure.

And then he came. He couldn't have warned his captor even if he had wanted to, the orgasm was that sudden and intense it made his eyes roll back. His body shuddered violently while he shot load after load, gasping for air, heaving and whining in lust, barely able to not topple over.

"There you have it. You're gay after all. Just a little slap and tickle, and you're good to go..." Mohawk purred, his hand covered with juice. He pulled his fingers out slowly, and opened his pants onehanded, and smeared the shameful evidence onto his own pulsing shaft, savouring the feeling. However, Kelaste didn't get a moment to regain his senses. Right when he thought his twitching, hungering body had stilled, he felt the push of the big, slimy cock head at his sphincter. There was a split second of hesitation, as if Mohawk would wait for his protest, but none came. Then suddenly there was just the initial burning pain of his asshole getting stretched beyond comfort, and the feeling of a hard, throbbing dick intruding his body. His next moan was of pain, a low, harsh groan he bellowed into the bedding, clenching his hands into fists as he tried to swallow down the humiliation. Being captivated, bound and simply taken... But some dark part of Kelaste's mind made it impossible to withstand.