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Notes: "Final Blindness" is by My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult. And the reason I spelled "California" with a "K" is because they did. So there.
::and tonight in los angeles, kalifornia thousands of teenagers will drive up and down hollywood blvd::
The sweet-looking blonde was next.
::endlessly searching for::
The sex toys littered around the room were for use by the whore, by the short-haired Japanese boy.
But they were also for use upon him.
::sex::
The manacles bit into his wrists.
The blonde smiled beatifically.
::come on baby::
Pain and pleasure mingled; he couldn't remember which was which.
::come on baby::
The blonde was rougher than usual; his manicured nails biting deep into exposed nipples, smooth fingers twisting the nipple rings.
::welcome to the temple::
Teeth sunk into his lip. The whore screamed, his hoarse voice echoing loudly.
::welcome to the temple::
Another cherubic smile.
The blonde pulled his his pants off, not bothering to remove the silk shirt.
It would be a quick fuck; the brunette's lips twisted bitterly, blood trickling down his chin.
::welcome to the temple of the expanded mind::
It was all he was worth.
::is there anyone out there who believes::
Except that that wasn't what the blonde had in mind.
Long legs sprawled as delicate hands slid up thighs.
::i believe:
The hands disappeared as the brunette was again drawn into a bruising kiss. Then the blonde left him to select his new toys.
::all right::
He wriggled in protest, afraid the other would leave him there.
::up and down::
A whip snapping sharply across his midsection stopped him dead.
::up and down::
The lashes rained down upon him mercilessly; he begged, pleaded, screamed until his voice was hoarse, but the blonde didn't stop until his chest was a mass of blood.
::up and down::
The blonde licked his lips, then pressed his hands into the warm liquid, and coated his cock with it.
::come on baby::
The whore whimpered sofly, and the other man proceeded to rip into him.
::endlessly searching for::
The white stars that danced before his eyes, the sickening sound of flesh tearing; he had never had this experience, not even in during the time he'd worked here.
::sex::
The blonde rammed into him, harder and harder.
::and tonight in los angeles kalifornia thousands of teenagers will drive up and down hollywood blvd...::
He whimpered softly.
::endlessly searching::
The bed creaked louder and louder as the violence of the motions escalated.
::and endlessly searching::
The brunette cried out; he was rewarded with a punch that reopened his split lip.
::and endlessly searching for::
That was when he lost consiousness.
::sex::
He awoke still bound, covered in dried blood and semen.
::he's the one::
All he could see were the grimy grey tiles on the ceiling.
::he's the only one::
He couldn't tell if the punter had left or not. The petite blonde had been so quiet that he may have just been waiting.
::oh::
He coughed, spitting out blood onto the already filthy sheets.
::look what you did::
His entire body was covered with blood; perhaps that was why he felt so lightheaded.
::and you did it on purpose::
His wrists and arms ached from being chained from the top of the bed. Gore had dried on his upper arms.
::and you did it on purpose::
For the first time, he felt the urge to cry.
That was when the door opened.
::my master and my god, i want no other::