Into the mind of a Monster.
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Adult ++
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4
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8
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A wolf in sheep's clothing.
Disclaimer: Judas is an asshole, he\'s the worst part of the human race. He\'s everything you hate rolled into one man. He has no conscience, no morals, and no qualms about anything. So, if you don\'t want to be disgusted, scared, or feel violated. Don\'t read this. *This story contains strong sexual situations, language, fetishes, etc.*
Enjoy. And comment.
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Aces take your time,
Queens are left for dead,
Jacks can stand in line..
And touch themselves instead.
Aces take your pity,
And keep it warm in bed.
Aces take your time,
Cut the deck.
The queens left for dead,
Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed.
Jack is all tragic when he stands alone,
Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go zone.
You look well suited like you came to win,
Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin.
Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck..
--Placebo, Spite & Malice
The shadows cast upon his face were omnious at best, shining down on the concave features with nothing but the notorious curves of his mouth in view. He sat there for what seemed like hours, blue eyes staring out from the hollow points of his cheeks--large enough to make anyone shudder around their alluring glow. And he was; oh that boy was shaking against the headboard, waking up with the noise of Judas\' rattling mind. His thoughts loud enough to rouse another human being from a poisoned slumber. The corner of his voluptuous mouth, noticably effeminate, forming the most sadistic grin to ever touch down on his face. His teeth provided a porcelain sheen, catching the moonlight and making his dark figure seem all that more oppressing.
\"Sleep well, pussycat?\" His voice shuddered through the silence of the room, making the motionless boy aware of his presence. That he was infact real, and not some motionless statue sitting in a velveteen chair. Flattening his palms against the arm rests of the chair, he piloted his body to a stand in a rare, feminine elegance. That elegance was a lie, considering all the awful and degrading things he had planned. The boy said nothing to his question; and this roused Judas enough to curiously tilt his head, sapphire eyes focused on his gaping expression. \"You look surprised. Are you?\" Stepping toward the edge of his bed; the covers not even mussed from the nude figure spawled on the surface. Judas stretched out his long fingers, hitching up the boy\'s chin with a simplistic movement that demanded respect with it\'s gentle command.
The doe-eyed creature stared upward into the pits of ice, lips shuttering and quavering as if begging for pardon. Of course, he would have moved if only the metallic restraints around his wrists weren\'t already cutting into the frail bones of his wrists. \"..I..don\'t know where I am...I---I--\" Abel couldn\'t stop the shaking of his voice, and opted to allow thick lashes to tumble down to his cheeks; blocking out the shadowed face with his wolfish grin, and his soft hands.
\"You--you--you--\" Judas\' smile widened even further at the boy\'s social short comings, stuttering in vacant mockery, just as he was. Manipulating the chain-links of his spine, he leaned towards the youthful figure, as if he had every intention of kissing him. But it was only to move into the light, and allow his features to be unmasked. The smile was still there, cruel punishment considering what the rest of his face entailed.
Abel\'s eyes widened from normal, creating saucers of the brown eyes which already took up much of his face. The sight of this creature was unbelieveable; the smile he had been staring into previously did not match the face it was engulfing. This man, did not look much older than himself, with dishwater blonde hair that cascaded in gentle waves across his brow; and blue eyes that were eerily large and decadently beautiful. He had the face of a debauched choir boy, of a wolf in sheep\'s clothing. A gasp caught in his throat when Judas\' fingertips fell off of his chin, commiting enviable suicide when they fell back down to his side. Ironically, he missed their presence. Clearing his throat, he found the words he had wanted to say initially--\"I don\'t...know who you are. I..don\'t know why I\'m here.\"
Blah, Blah, Blah. Judas thought as his eyes rolled in their sockets. All of the little boys he picked up spoke way too much. Didn\'t they know how beautiful they were when their lips were sealed shut? He wondered idly at that moment, how little Abel would look with thread laced through his lips. What a delectable thought. The hand which had fell to his side moments before, reached for the windsor knot of his tie, vainly straightening the expensive silk, and making sure it was properly tucked away in the enclosing form of his vest. ( The devil is a well-dressed man. ) His head rolled curiously to the side, allowing marigold hair the perfect opportunity to blockcade his beautiful eyes; stopping their omnious glow. \"You\'re here because I want you to be here. You don\'t know me because I don\'t want you to.\"
The answer he was given confused him even more, and it was visable the way Abel\'s brow wrinkled at the finish of Judas\' sentence. Confusion gave way to anger, and soon he was yanking at his wrists bound together by the thick links of handcuffs. As he pulled and struggled, they clattered nosily against the bars of the bed they were attached to. Some sleazy motel. Some sleazy bed. \"Let me go!..I..I don\'t want to be here!\" Stammering, he stopped the movements of his wrists; since the metal was slicing uncomfortably into his milky skin, creating reddened marks that screamed with potent anger.
Silently, his shoes sunk into the ratty carpeting, moving toward the bedside dresser he had placed some of his things before the untimely wake up call of his current companion. Reaching into the drawer, a roll of duct-tape was removed--among other things--and he waved the object infront of Abel\'s vision. \"Hush little baby..\" He crooned in a voice angel\'s should have envied, as he pulled a strip of tape from the roll, \"Don\'t you cry..\" Continuing to sing as the piece of tape was ripped with porcelain incisors and slapped across the younger boy\'s mouth..enjoying the sight of his eyes widening at the prospect of what might have happened to him.
The best part of torture was watching them squirm.
Further loosening the tie that seemed to strangle him, the fabric coming apart in his fingers; falling cinematically down to the tops of the boots laced tightly around his calves. His particular sort of fashion seemed to offend the moral majority of soceity. What; with the red patch he usually brandished around his lean biceps, emblazoned with the swastika--the well-known symbol of Hitler\'s WWII third reich. Pulling apart the threads of his suit jacket, he allowed the expensive clothing to fall to the floor, paying little attention to the building pile of high-fashion. Garbage, compared to the art he was about to create. The melodies of Abel\'s moan\'s that would be bouncing off of the ceiling more cherished than any Catholic hymn.
Abel didn\'t seem nearly as excited as Judas, cowering on the bed; and still having absolutely no clue as to how his clothing had gone missing--or even, how he had arrived in this forsaken motel. With this..monster. Inching closer toward the metal rungs of the headboard, concabe knee-caps curling into themselves, colliding with the nude plane of his stomach. \"Please....don\'t....I---\" ( Oh, but Judas couldn\'t hear him. ) He was about to let the information slip he had never had sex with another man before; never in his seventeen years of life. The only accomplishment he was aware of was kissing another man; and that had been only after months of convincing his best friend. Now, they hardly spoke.
Judas stood in the center of the room like a pale Adonis, skimming the material of his pants away from his body; leaving the white figure in all of it\'s glory. He expected the victim of his rape to be pleased, to compliment his body as everyone else did. Outstretching the length of his arms, his head falling elegantly to the side to rest upon the ridge of his shoulder. Mocking religion by posing in Jesus\' station as he suffered and died on the cross. What was Judas\' take on crucifixation and the death of a religions savior? If you asked him, he would merely say the man had complained far too much about his demise; fucking whiney catholics. \"What do you think?\"
\"Don\'t do this..I..\" His stuttering voice only amused Judas\' even further than he already was; all mumbles, incoherant. Nothing could have saved the doe-eyed teenager. It was too late, Judas was too hard.
His knee caps collided with the springs of the mattress, poking through the bedspread and making the tender joints uncomfortable. He manuvered on his hands and knees like a panther, lean muscles moving like water underneath his skin as he crawled towards his prey. Fingers cradled Abel\'s chin, the pad of his thumb washing over the flush curves of his mouth in one fluid motion. \"I\'m a helpless romantic, you see.\" He began to explain, to the wide-eyed confusion of his audience. The hand lovingly cradled his face moved down to the side of his throat, and to his collar bone. Pretending they had been lover\'s for years--that he knew his body like the back of his hand. \"Always looking for that one ....piece of ass..that will steal my heart away. And you, sitting there with your big brown eyes and your cock-sucking mouth. I thought to myself...
..Nothing romantic, really. It wasn\'t love at first sight. I just sat there, watching you--wondering what it would be like to have your lips around my cock.\"
TBC.
Enjoy. And comment.
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Aces take your time,
Queens are left for dead,
Jacks can stand in line..
And touch themselves instead.
Aces take your pity,
And keep it warm in bed.
Aces take your time,
Cut the deck.
The queens left for dead,
Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed.
Jack is all tragic when he stands alone,
Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go zone.
You look well suited like you came to win,
Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin.
Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck..
--Placebo, Spite & Malice
The shadows cast upon his face were omnious at best, shining down on the concave features with nothing but the notorious curves of his mouth in view. He sat there for what seemed like hours, blue eyes staring out from the hollow points of his cheeks--large enough to make anyone shudder around their alluring glow. And he was; oh that boy was shaking against the headboard, waking up with the noise of Judas\' rattling mind. His thoughts loud enough to rouse another human being from a poisoned slumber. The corner of his voluptuous mouth, noticably effeminate, forming the most sadistic grin to ever touch down on his face. His teeth provided a porcelain sheen, catching the moonlight and making his dark figure seem all that more oppressing.
\"Sleep well, pussycat?\" His voice shuddered through the silence of the room, making the motionless boy aware of his presence. That he was infact real, and not some motionless statue sitting in a velveteen chair. Flattening his palms against the arm rests of the chair, he piloted his body to a stand in a rare, feminine elegance. That elegance was a lie, considering all the awful and degrading things he had planned. The boy said nothing to his question; and this roused Judas enough to curiously tilt his head, sapphire eyes focused on his gaping expression. \"You look surprised. Are you?\" Stepping toward the edge of his bed; the covers not even mussed from the nude figure spawled on the surface. Judas stretched out his long fingers, hitching up the boy\'s chin with a simplistic movement that demanded respect with it\'s gentle command.
The doe-eyed creature stared upward into the pits of ice, lips shuttering and quavering as if begging for pardon. Of course, he would have moved if only the metallic restraints around his wrists weren\'t already cutting into the frail bones of his wrists. \"..I..don\'t know where I am...I---I--\" Abel couldn\'t stop the shaking of his voice, and opted to allow thick lashes to tumble down to his cheeks; blocking out the shadowed face with his wolfish grin, and his soft hands.
\"You--you--you--\" Judas\' smile widened even further at the boy\'s social short comings, stuttering in vacant mockery, just as he was. Manipulating the chain-links of his spine, he leaned towards the youthful figure, as if he had every intention of kissing him. But it was only to move into the light, and allow his features to be unmasked. The smile was still there, cruel punishment considering what the rest of his face entailed.
Abel\'s eyes widened from normal, creating saucers of the brown eyes which already took up much of his face. The sight of this creature was unbelieveable; the smile he had been staring into previously did not match the face it was engulfing. This man, did not look much older than himself, with dishwater blonde hair that cascaded in gentle waves across his brow; and blue eyes that were eerily large and decadently beautiful. He had the face of a debauched choir boy, of a wolf in sheep\'s clothing. A gasp caught in his throat when Judas\' fingertips fell off of his chin, commiting enviable suicide when they fell back down to his side. Ironically, he missed their presence. Clearing his throat, he found the words he had wanted to say initially--\"I don\'t...know who you are. I..don\'t know why I\'m here.\"
Blah, Blah, Blah. Judas thought as his eyes rolled in their sockets. All of the little boys he picked up spoke way too much. Didn\'t they know how beautiful they were when their lips were sealed shut? He wondered idly at that moment, how little Abel would look with thread laced through his lips. What a delectable thought. The hand which had fell to his side moments before, reached for the windsor knot of his tie, vainly straightening the expensive silk, and making sure it was properly tucked away in the enclosing form of his vest. ( The devil is a well-dressed man. ) His head rolled curiously to the side, allowing marigold hair the perfect opportunity to blockcade his beautiful eyes; stopping their omnious glow. \"You\'re here because I want you to be here. You don\'t know me because I don\'t want you to.\"
The answer he was given confused him even more, and it was visable the way Abel\'s brow wrinkled at the finish of Judas\' sentence. Confusion gave way to anger, and soon he was yanking at his wrists bound together by the thick links of handcuffs. As he pulled and struggled, they clattered nosily against the bars of the bed they were attached to. Some sleazy motel. Some sleazy bed. \"Let me go!..I..I don\'t want to be here!\" Stammering, he stopped the movements of his wrists; since the metal was slicing uncomfortably into his milky skin, creating reddened marks that screamed with potent anger.
Silently, his shoes sunk into the ratty carpeting, moving toward the bedside dresser he had placed some of his things before the untimely wake up call of his current companion. Reaching into the drawer, a roll of duct-tape was removed--among other things--and he waved the object infront of Abel\'s vision. \"Hush little baby..\" He crooned in a voice angel\'s should have envied, as he pulled a strip of tape from the roll, \"Don\'t you cry..\" Continuing to sing as the piece of tape was ripped with porcelain incisors and slapped across the younger boy\'s mouth..enjoying the sight of his eyes widening at the prospect of what might have happened to him.
The best part of torture was watching them squirm.
Further loosening the tie that seemed to strangle him, the fabric coming apart in his fingers; falling cinematically down to the tops of the boots laced tightly around his calves. His particular sort of fashion seemed to offend the moral majority of soceity. What; with the red patch he usually brandished around his lean biceps, emblazoned with the swastika--the well-known symbol of Hitler\'s WWII third reich. Pulling apart the threads of his suit jacket, he allowed the expensive clothing to fall to the floor, paying little attention to the building pile of high-fashion. Garbage, compared to the art he was about to create. The melodies of Abel\'s moan\'s that would be bouncing off of the ceiling more cherished than any Catholic hymn.
Abel didn\'t seem nearly as excited as Judas, cowering on the bed; and still having absolutely no clue as to how his clothing had gone missing--or even, how he had arrived in this forsaken motel. With this..monster. Inching closer toward the metal rungs of the headboard, concabe knee-caps curling into themselves, colliding with the nude plane of his stomach. \"Please....don\'t....I---\" ( Oh, but Judas couldn\'t hear him. ) He was about to let the information slip he had never had sex with another man before; never in his seventeen years of life. The only accomplishment he was aware of was kissing another man; and that had been only after months of convincing his best friend. Now, they hardly spoke.
Judas stood in the center of the room like a pale Adonis, skimming the material of his pants away from his body; leaving the white figure in all of it\'s glory. He expected the victim of his rape to be pleased, to compliment his body as everyone else did. Outstretching the length of his arms, his head falling elegantly to the side to rest upon the ridge of his shoulder. Mocking religion by posing in Jesus\' station as he suffered and died on the cross. What was Judas\' take on crucifixation and the death of a religions savior? If you asked him, he would merely say the man had complained far too much about his demise; fucking whiney catholics. \"What do you think?\"
\"Don\'t do this..I..\" His stuttering voice only amused Judas\' even further than he already was; all mumbles, incoherant. Nothing could have saved the doe-eyed teenager. It was too late, Judas was too hard.
His knee caps collided with the springs of the mattress, poking through the bedspread and making the tender joints uncomfortable. He manuvered on his hands and knees like a panther, lean muscles moving like water underneath his skin as he crawled towards his prey. Fingers cradled Abel\'s chin, the pad of his thumb washing over the flush curves of his mouth in one fluid motion. \"I\'m a helpless romantic, you see.\" He began to explain, to the wide-eyed confusion of his audience. The hand lovingly cradled his face moved down to the side of his throat, and to his collar bone. Pretending they had been lover\'s for years--that he knew his body like the back of his hand. \"Always looking for that one ....piece of ass..that will steal my heart away. And you, sitting there with your big brown eyes and your cock-sucking mouth. I thought to myself...
..Nothing romantic, really. It wasn\'t love at first sight. I just sat there, watching you--wondering what it would be like to have your lips around my cock.\"
TBC.