The hunt is not the thrill I'm after

Independent roleplay blog for Matthew Setzer. (DISCLAIMER: I'm not associated with Matthew, nor do I claim to be him. All things represented here are pure fiction)

[hisdevilcharmer]

Sometimes three is not a crowd

The entire concert had been like a dream for Jessica. A very vivid, loud, semi-erotic dream. She could barely take her eyes off the beautiful guitarist. The fair skinned, tall man looked like a god to her as he played. Jessica didn’t know if it was him or the vibrations rumbling up from the floor and through her body that was making her almost unbearably turned on, but she was pretty sure she was wet for most of the concert.

After the show she practically stalked the merchandise booth, hoping the band might show up. For the most part she assumed they wouldn’t, probably choosing to retire to their hotel rooms upstairs, but there was hope. Her hope proved useful when she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see striking eyes and a flurry of dread locks. “Hi..” the young woman barely squeaked. Thankfully the guitarist was better at initiating conversation.

The walk up the stairs felt surreal. Jessica didn’t quite know how it all happened. They had talked, had a drink at the bar, and then Matthew had suggested if she would like to go somewhere quieter. The two barely made it half way up before they were grabbing each other and their mouths hungrily found each other. The pair practically stumbled into Matthew’s room and on to the bed. “I- I can’t believe this is happening…” Jessica panted. Her dress slid off easily, leaving her in her bra and panties. It took a bit more effort to remove Matthew’s clothes with the several hooks and snaps but soon she was able to run her tongue over his bare chest. One hand slid down his now partially removed pants to grasp his length. The two were so engaged in each other neither had thought to lock the door. A small gasp from the young woman was the only sound in the room as both looked up to see Ogre standing beside their bed.

@stringedpleasures

[stringedpleasures]

Being on a stage always had been when Matthew felt alive the most. Sure, he loved producing shows and doing more backstage stuff sometimes, but there was a thrill about stepping on a stage and having a crowd cheer for you that was unlike anything else in life. Sometimes, the guitarist felt he could even get high on that feeling. He was thrilled, too, when Ogre insisted on him being his guitarist for both ohGr and Skinny Puppy. As much as he was nervous about the whole idea, the almost instant chemistry he and the singer shared on stage made things much easier. Everything flowed so naturally that Matthew wasn’t surprised when it led to them having an affair. But even that felt natural with Ogre, and things seemed to be heating up between them, in the best of ways.

Just as Matthew loved sharing the same energy and vibe with Ogre when they were on a stage, he liked to feel a bit of what the crowd was feeling as well. Not being the center of attention had its cons. When sometimes Ogre was too immersed in his character to noticed his surroundings, Matthew took that time to study the crowd’s reactions. In one of those times, the figure of a young woman in the front row caught his eye. She seemed flustered, both by the experience of the concert and, he dared to think, sexual arousal. Whatever was the case, Matthew just smiled at her and carried on playing, shaking his head a bit and making his long dreads fly around him.

From the back of the stage, the guitarist noticed her standing around the merch booth when most of the people had already left. He smiled as he studied her more carefully now. She was actually very attractive, especially in that dress. Matthew decided to make a risky move. He purposefully quietly snuck behind her and tapped her shoulder. At the young woman’s shocked expression, Matthew erupted in giggles. “Hi there, darling. I saw you at the front row ealier. Hope you liked the show.” He smiled as he saw her struggling to find her words. “Would you like to have a drink? It may help you cool down and gather your thoughts. I’ll pay.” Even before she had a chance to react, Matthew was already leading her out of the venue.

After ordering drinks, talking seemed way easier, especially for Jessica. The more she talked, the more the guitarist felt his attraction grow. He had to force himself to wait before suggesting they would go upstairs into his hotel room, and was thrilled when she accepted it. It was during the wait for the elevator that Matthew could no longer hold himself back and kissed Jessica. He was surprised, though, when she hungrily kissed him back, as if she had been bottling up that desire for longer than he had. Matthew almost thought they would do it right inside the elevator, but they managed to get to the room in time. That pretty dress slid off Jessica’s body as easily as he had imagined it would. She was also as gorgeous, if not even more gorgeous, than he imagined. In the frenzy of taking off clothes, Matthew chuckled at her comment. “Do you believe now?” He said just as she began licking his chest. He sighed, feeling his erection grow, and tangled his fingers in her hair and moaned when she grabbed his cock, bucking his hips up.

Matthew barely realized the door had clicked open, but as he saw Ogre’s figure standing beside the bed, he gasped and pulled away from Jessica. “F-Fuck, Kevin, I’m sorry!” He began, but something in his bandmate’s silence and expression made him stop.

“I lost you after the show and I knew you were up to something, Matt.” Matthew watched, startled, as Ogre took off his shirt. “May I join?” Ogre walked up towards a shocked Matthew and chuckled. “What, are you gonna get shy with me now?” He said, sitting on the bed and cupping his jaw with one hand. Ogre pecked and nibbled at Matthew’s trembling lips until he felt the guitarist melt underneath him. “And who is this beauty?” He asked, leaving Matthew to crawl towards Jessica with a devilish smile, raising his hand to gently stroke her cheek while his lips pecked her neck. 

[hisdevilcharmer]

Jessica tried to cover herself as best she could when she saw the singer by the bed. Matthew’s quick apology lead the young woman to believe that Ogre had a rule against the band sleeping with fans, but, as the singer took off his shirt, she quickly thought otherwise. The sight of the older man kissing his guitarist shocked her, but there was a tingle that ran through at the sight of the two men kissing just inches from her. She grasped her coverage a bit tighter as Ogre approached her, still feeling shy about both men seeing her this way. “I - I’m Jessica….” The man’s kisses brought a purr from deep in her throat. The entire situation seemed too bizarre to be real. Not only had she been about to have sex with Matthew but now Ogre, who Jessica did consider a very attractive man as well, was now in the bed with them. Letting the sheet she was holding fall away, the dark haired woman was starting to feel very aroused by the situation.

“I’m guessing you two are… together? I didn’t know that. I… do you both want to?” Her increasing arousal was winning out over her shyness. The thought of both these men fucking her not only in the same night but in the same bed was making her wetter the more she thought about it. “You’re both very sexy, so I think I’m up for it.” In a bold move, Jessica unhooked her bra and slid it off, exposing her breasts. She now wore nothing but her black lace panties. “Do one of you want to help me with these?”

[stringedpleasures]

Sensing Jessica was a bit nervous with the whole situation by the way she grasped at the sheet, trying to cover herself, Ogre stopped kissing her neck and pulled away for a moment to give her space. Maybe they were moving too quickly or she was new to that particular experience. He shot her a friendly smile. “Hi, Jessica. I’m Kevin… But I think you already knew that.” The singer chuckled a bit, reaching out to lovingly stroke her cheek. “You’re really pretty… I mean, Matthew couldn’t take his eyes off you during the whole show. Now I can see why. That was a nice dress you were wearing, but I think I prefer you without it. I think Matthew does so too.” He heard Matthew’s shy laugh as he said that. Then, Ogre’s expression turned serious. “Listen… Is this your first time with two guys? If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell us and we’ll stop.” He said, and the guitarist agreed with a nod. The singer smiled as the sheet began to slide off Jessica’s body along with her shyness.

Matthew climbed back onto the bed right next to Ogre, feeling his own anxiety begin to wear off too. It would be the first time he would have a threesome, and it being with his singer was making him feel a little nervous. Ogre must have noticed that, because he pulled his band mate closer, kissing him once more to try to make him feel calmer. Matthew smiled into the kiss and broke it as Jessica asked if they were together. “Uh, we’re not exactly together… But we have a thing. It’s kinda like friends with benefits… It’s hard to explain.” The guitarist chuckled and Ogre was about to ask him if he wanted to do that, when the young woman did it first. Matthew promptly agreed and Ogre smirked as he saw the look in his eyes when Jessica removed her bra. The singer moved downwards, towards the young woman’s private parts, while the guitarist focused on the top part of her body. “Those are really nice…” Matthew whispered as he reached out to fondle them, playing with her nipples and gently pinching them while he hungrily kissed her. Meanwhile, Ogre gently spread Jessica’s legs, removing her black lace panties. “Oh, she’s already so wet!” He remarked with a smirk as he touched the wet fabric, tossing it aside. The singer began rubbing at the young woman’s clit, and when he looked up again, Matthew was sitting down behind her, his hands exploring every inch of her body and giving a special attention to her breasts as he laid wet kisses on her neck. Just as aroused as both of them, Ogre shamelessly reached down and began jerking off to that sight.

[hisdevilcharmer]

Jessica felt her breath hitch in her throat as she realized that she was really about to have sex with two men. “I-I’ve never don’t this before, but I want to. I really want to…” The young woman couldn’t say she was fully surprised that the two musicians were involved, seeing as how they seemed very flirty on stage, but finding out they both wanted to have sex with her was the last thing she expected. As shocked as she was at the situation, she was also becoming unbearably turned on. Matthew’s hands on her breasts and Ogre’s exploration of her clit were driving her crazy with lust. “Oh fuck”, she breathed when Ogre touched her sensitive spot. She purred and leaned into Matthew’s touch as he fondled her breasts. “You like them? They are very sensitive. God, that feels good.”

As much as she enjoyed Matthew’s kisses on her neck, she turned and claimed his lips with her own, sucking his tongue. She hoped the sight was as arousing to Ogre as the singer’s moans were to her. Knowing he was jerking off was the final push into making her feel completely wanton and unashamed. All she could think of was letting both men fuck her in any way possible. In that moment she decided she wanted to be used like a little sex doll to get both men off. Finally pulling away, Jessica voiced the thoughts swirling in her head. “Fuck, I’m so wet. I want you both, please. Right now!” Re-positioning herself on the bed, Jessica placed herself between Ogre’s legs and roughly stroked his length. “I think this needs attention, don’t you?” She raised her ass and made sure Matthew had a good view of her drenched pussy from behind. “Please fuck my pussy, Matthew? Don’t be gentle. I want you to use me.” Her tongue lapped at Ogre’s cock before taking him in her mouth and sucking sloppily.

[stringedpleasures]

It felt like it had been ages since Ogre and Matthew had sex with a woman; the tight schedule of tours, plus the still burning fire of the passion they felt for each other made them want to spend every moment they could together and made it harder for a third person to be involved. So Jessica was a very pleasant surprise for both of them. Ogre glanced up at the flushed faces of the young woman and the guitarist and smirked a bit before he quickly went back to his duty, sucking harder on Jessica’s pussy. He was a bit worried at first if she would be weirded out by the fact he and Matthew were together and he knew his band mate shared the same feeling of uneasiness. That feeling was gone, though, when she clearly showed so much interest in having sex with both of them.

Matthew’s growing hard-on was pressed against Jessica’s lower back as he showered her in kisses, aroused as he played with her breasts while he watched his lover hungrily suck and lick her. His member throbbed as she took his lips in hers, kissing him deeply. The guitarist moaned into the kiss and he took her hand, wrapping it around his length and aiding her at stroking him. His other hand went up to grab a fistful of her dark her, deepening the kiss and biting softly at her lips. Ogre felt drops of pre cum begin to dribble from the tip of his cock as he continued lapping at Jessica’s fluid. He wanted to feel her lips on his member and right as he was about to suggest it, she seemed to read his mind. Both men pulled away as the young woman repositioned herself on the bed. Matthew licked his lips at the sight of her wet pussy, and clumsily reached into his suitcase, fumbling around until he found a condom. “Did you get her all wet for me, love?” The guitarist teasingly said, looking at Ogre, who smiled devilishly at him. “Let’s see…” Matthew pushed one finger into her wet entrance. It slid so easily he was almost shocked. He let out an approving hum as he inserted another finger. The guitarist hissed with anticipation as her inner walls clenched around his fingers.

“Now, show me what this cute mouth can do, doll.” Ogre said with a husky voice as he pushed Jessica’s hair away from her face, balling it into his fist. He let out a delighted groan as she began lapping at his cock, closing his eyes and throwing his head back when she finally took him in her mouth. Meanwhile, Matthew rolled the condom over his hard member, guiding himself slowly into her wet pussy. “Oh, fuck.” He breathed as he pushed in, feeling her walls contract deliciously around him. Soon enough, he was all the way in. Matthew smirked as he delivered a slap to one of her buttocks. “You want it hard, babe?” He said, grasping at the sides of her hips before he began to steadily thrust hard inside her, making her body rock back and forth with the intensity of the thrusts.

[hisdevilcharmer]

Jessica was intently sucking Ogre’s cock when Matthew entered her from behind. She moaned loudly around Ogre’s cock at the sensation of being filled and stretched. For a moment she thought she was too small for the guitarust’s large cock, but she quickly adjusted. The deep thrusts sent her whole body forward and back, causing the industrial singer’s cock to slide a little further down her throat. The feeling of her hair being pulled tightly only added to her pleasure. “F-fuck me!” the young woman groaned, clenching her inner muscles deliberately around Matthew’s cock, as she took a moment to toy with Ogre’s balls. She lapped at them with her tongue, sucking a bit roughly.

Jessica listened to the sounds bouncing off the walls of the room. Her wet pussy being thrust into harder and harder, her own sucking of Ogre’s cock, and their combined moans. She could feel herself rapidly approaching her peek. “Please, yes, fuck me. I’m your slut.”

[stringedpleasures]

Ogre’s breath hitched in his throat as Jessica moaned, the act sending delicious vibrations around his member. He felt himself sliding deeper into her throat with Matthew’s violent thrusts and felt even more aroused at the wet sounds she made as her throat clenched around the head of his cock. At Jessica’s orders, Matthew increased the speed of his thrusts, feeling immensely aroused at the sight of his lovers clearly being close to their peak as well.

The singer couldn’t hold back his moans anymore when the young woman began toying with his balls, sucking hard on them. “F-Fuck...” He breathed out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. As a reflex, he gripped Jessica’s hair even tighter, his short fingernails grazing her scalp. He was about to come. “Where do you...?” Ogre was so turned on he couldn’t even finish the sentence as a hot wave washed over his body. Grasping his cock, he began urgently stroking himself. He desperately wanted to come, but he needed to know how Jessica wanted him to finish off.

Matthew felt the same heat wave wash over him. Squeezing his eyes shut as he felt himself getting closer to orgasm, the guitarist leaned over Jessica’s body, biting down on the crook of her neck and muffling a loud moan as he felt himself shoot into the condom and inside her pussy.  “Oh, God...” He panted, thrusting as hard as he could one last time and staying inside Jessica for a few moments, still filling her even after he already came. Looking over, though, he knew it wasn’t over yet for Ogre and Jessica.

[stringedpleasures]

Somewhere after Midnight (Matthew and Ogre)

It seemed as if spending almost a month with Ogre while on tour wasn’t enough for Matthew anymore. Being so busy touring with his other bands the rest of the time, the guitarist really treasured any time he had with the singer, especially after they became closer to each other. And it seemed like each time Matthew saw Ogre, he fell more deeply in love with him. He hated how rare the occasions they could spend together were while they were on tour, since the schedule was so busy and chaotic. And when Matthew wasn’t touring with another band, he used his free time to travel around the world. He couldn’t really blame Ogre for not going out with him more since he was the one who was too busy for him.

It was common for Matthew to think a lot about the singer every time a tour ended, especially after admitting his feelings. His heart ached with the longing, even though they had seen each other literally days before. He missed his voice, his smile, his jokes and deep talks, the warmth of his hug (which really was the best hug in the world), the scent he left on his clothes every time they hugged, the surprising depth and passion of his kisses. He wanted that again. Glancing at the time on his phone, Matthew thought it was maybe a bit too late in the evening to call him. As he got on Facebook to mindlessly scroll through his feed and try to ignore the feeling in his chest, he saw that Ogre was on. Smiling, he dialed up his phone.

“Hey!” Matthew began as Ogre picked up the phone, rolling over on his bed. “Sorry for calling, I know it’s late, but I saw you were on, so… Uh, I don’t know. What’s up? Are your dogs keeping you up or something?” He chuckled.

@undevelopedogre

[undevelopedogre]

Ogre’s mind had frequently drifted to Matthew during the past few days. He replayed the moment they had confessed their love to reach other over and over, reliving the deep relief of finally telling the guitarist how he felt . Both knew that getting involved with each other was far from the the best idea. Matthew was either on tour with his other bands or traveling. Ogre was very content with his quiet life in the mountains. There was a bitter sweetness as the two finally kissed and knew without a doubt they had so much to give each other. The rest of the tour together hadn’t helped matters since they were rarely alone and had little time to explore further. The two had left with passionate kisses and promises to see each other as soon as they could. Sometimes the singer wondered if it would really happen.

Ogre settled into bed and began thinking about how the guitarist’s mouth felt on his and the way his hands pulled him tightly against the younger man’s body. Eventually he gave in to his urge and began to stroke his hardening erection as he relieved the heated moments. The desire to look at the newest photos of Matthew on stage popped into his mind and he quickly fumbled for his phone. He wanted to see his current favorite, which showed the musician looking in ecstasy as his sweat soaked face scanned the crowd. He had just found the image when his phone rang and the familiar number popped up. “Hello? Oh, hi. No, it’s fine. I was just browsing online. How’s the tour? I was just looking at some recent pics. You look like you’re having fun.” Ogre wondered if the lust was still clear in his voice. “I really like that one you shared…”

[stringedpleasures]

Matthew felt his heart flutter as he heard Ogre’s voice over the phone. The way it sounded a bit husky made the guitarist think that maybe either he had woke him up or he was sleepy. He was ready to apologize, when the singer mentioned he was looking at some of his pictures. The guitarist blushed and was at a loss for words for a few moments. “T-Thanks!” Matthew breathed out, stuttering a little as he tried to regain composure. “The tour is going well. Nothing really eventful happened yet, but it has just started, so a lot of exciting stuff can happen.” He chuckled. “I’m having fun. I... I wish you were here with me, though.” Matthew said as he mindlessly pressed one of his pillows against his chest. “It feels kinda lonely here in my hotel room. The guys went out to party, but I passed that one, since I’m still a bit jet legged. I’m not sleepy anymore, though, just tired.” He let out a deep sigh. “What about you? What are you doing right now? What’s keeping you up this late at night?” The guitarist chuckled.

It felt weird, in a good way, to have that kinda of relationship with Ogre now. Memories flooded Matthew’s mind, reminding him of when he was younger and had gotten into the goth subculture. He vividly remembered listening to Skinny Puppy, among many other bands, and being mesmerized not only by Ogre’s talent, but by his beauty too. He blushed hard again as he recalled the times he was alone in his house, just him, a bunch of pictures of Ogre he had collected from various magazines and a roll of toilet paper. To think that now he was able to live out what once was just a fantasy in his mind was almost surreal to him. Matthew hadn’t even realized, but his body had physically reacted to those memories. He bit back a moan as he looked down at the increasing bulge under his pants. “Hey, c-can I... Can I tell you something without you thinking I’m a creep or really weird?” Matthew’s laugh came out a bit louder than he intended to, perhaps as a way to cover up how horny he actually was.

[stringedpleasures]

Somewhere after Midnight (Matthew and Ogre)

It seemed as if spending almost a month with Ogre while on tour wasn’t enough for Matthew anymore. Being so busy touring with his other bands the rest of the time, the guitarist really treasured any time he had with the singer, especially after they became closer to each other. And it seemed like each time Matthew saw Ogre, he fell more deeply in love with him. He hated how rare the occasions they could spend together were while they were on tour, since the schedule was so busy and chaotic. And when Matthew wasn’t touring with another band, he used his free time to travel around the world. He couldn’t really blame Ogre for not going out with him more since he was the one who was too busy for him.

It was common for Matthew to think a lot about the singer every time a tour ended, especially after admitting his feelings. His heart ached with the longing, even though they had seen each other literally days before. He missed his voice, his smile, his jokes and deep talks, the warmth of his hug (which really was the best hug in the world), the scent he left on his clothes every time they hugged, the surprising depth and passion of his kisses. He wanted that again. Glancing at the time on his phone, Matthew thought it was maybe a bit too late in the evening to call him. As he got on Facebook to mindlessly scroll through his feed and try to ignore the feeling in his chest, he saw that Ogre was on. Smiling, he dialed up his phone.

“Hey!” Matthew began as Ogre picked up the phone, rolling over on his bed. “Sorry for calling, I know it’s late, but I saw you were on, so... Uh, I don’t know. What’s up? Are your dogs keeping you up or something?” He chuckled.

@undevelopedogre

[bringmemycocaine]

Bad Boys ~ Ogre/Morgan/Matthew

Morgan had come right out of the shower. He was dressed in a black tank top and his tight jeans but he was still trying to dry his wet, jet black hair with his towel. It had gotten a bit longer and he liked it. It had also been some time since him and Ogre had started being in a relationship. It was so sudden and at the same time so right. Morgan was happy, maybe for the first time in his life. Well, there were ups and downs, but what relationship doesn’t have that? 

The young man smiled in front of the mirror as he thought abou that. His thoughts were broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing twice. Morgan turned his head to the left and sighed, his smile growning a bit. “I’ll get it, babe,” he called out for Ogre. He let the towel on the sink, half of it hanging from it. He walked to the door and opened it. It was Matthew; Ogre’s band friend. Morgan’s face lit up at the sight and his pale cheeks got a rosy hue. “H-hey, Matthew,” he said in a cheerful way, still anxious but excited for what they would do…

It was about a week ago that Morgan had talked to Ogre about something. Long story short, he had confided in his boyfriend that he wanted to try a threesome for once. See how it feels like. Ogre then thought about Matthew, a band mate of his. The day after, the three of them got out for drinks and Matthew met Morgan. Morgan was fond of Matthew in only five minutes already. So, after Ogre talking to Matthew about what Morgan had asked of him, Matthew had gladly agreed on doing it. It would be something new and unique for all three of them. 

So, the day came that they would, finally, try the threesome. It would also have something that not many acts of threesome had; roleplaying. Morgan loved the idea, even if he hadn’t had that before. Right then, he heard Ogre shiffling in the kitchen, assuming he was preparing drinks and snacks. “Please, come in! ogre will join us in a minute. Do you need something?” Asked Morgan, flushing Matthew a smile.

@detailsinmydevils @stringedpleasures

[stringedpleasures]

Matthew waited by the door as he clutched the strap of the backpack on his shoulder. It was heavy that night; he had brought everything he thought they would use. Biting at his lip ring, he felt some nervousness begin to kick in. It was common for him to always feel that way before a session, even if it wasn’t his first time doing that. Being friends with Ogre for a long time and having the opportunity to sit down with him and his handsome boyfriend, Morgue, and discuss most of their plans for that night helped him feel more at ease, though. It also helped that the guitarist got along pretty well and very quickly with Morgue. It was really the perfect scenario possible in which Matthew was sure the three of them would be very comfortable with each other. That night, they would go over the last details and, hopefully, get to business.

Matthew smiled widely as Morgue opened the door. “Hey, kitten.” He greeted him, snaking an arm around the young man’s small frame and placing a gentle kiss on top of his cheek. “You smell amazing.” He said as he made his way into the apartment, politely excusing himself. “Uh, maybe something to drink would be great, thank you.” The guitarist answered Morgue’s question as he sat on an armchair close to the couch, setting his backpack on the floor. “Excited for tonight?” He asked with a smirk.

Ogre clumsily took out three ice cold beer bottles from the fridge, nearly dropping them. He then grabbed a bag of peanuts and a bag of chips from the kitchen counter and made his way into the living room. “Hey Matthew!” He greeted the other almost breathlessly as he set the food and drinks on the center table. “How are you? Make yourself home!”

“Hey, handsome!” Matthew stood up from the couch and greeted Ogre in the same way he had greeted Morgue, placing a soft kiss over his cheek. Ogre blushed slightly, smiling widely. “I’m fine, really looking forward to tonight.” He replied.

“Oh yeah, me and Morgan have been preparing the whole day. Even though we didn’t really know how to, exactly.” The singer chuckled, moving to sit down on the couch and pulling Morgue close to him as he sat down by his side. Ogre wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pecked his neck. He was head over heels for that boy. That didn’t mean their relationship was the smoothest, though, especially with Morgue’s drug addiction, it could get particularly hard sometimes. But Ogre was willing to do anything for him. That was why he happily obliged when Morgue confided in him his sexual fantasy. And Matthew was the only man he trusted in order to make that happen. It couldn’t be more perfect.

“So,” Matthew began, taking a sip of the beer. “I brought some stuff I thought you two would like to use.” He opened the backpack, emptying out the contents of it on the living room floor. Sitting down on the floor, he began to carefully separate all the different tools he had brought. It was everything from different types of ropes and gags to whips and clamps and electroshock devices. “We don’t have to use all of them, I just thought I’d give you guys an idea of how much stuff we can do.”

“Oh my God…” Ogre whispered excitedly, squeezing Morgue’s hand. “That’s enough rope to tie two Morgans up. Or me and Morgue.” He laughed.

“That’s something for another night, I suppose.” Matthew smiled, then turning to look directly into Morgue’s eyes. “So, Morgan, how was that scene you wanted to act out?”

[bringmemycocaine]

Morgan blushed and smiled more at Matthew as he wrapped one arm around him and kissed his cheek, kissing his own back. That man was so precious. He saw why him and Ogre were such good friends. They were like the same, only the Skinny Puppy guitarist seemed a but more playful. Though Morgan couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. Ogre was his everything. The nickname that Matthew used to refer to Morgan made the young man gulp and blush more. He loved it. He already felt like their kitten. “I’m amazing today, really excited for tonight. Oh, Matthew, thank you for doing this for us!” Morgan touched Matthew’s hand and smiled at him, his eyes flushing.

As Ogre appeared, Morgan immediately sat up to help set the beer bottles on the table. “There we go,” he declared, taking his own bottle and happily snuggling into Ogre, who pulled him close to him. An involuntary moan escaped Morgan at Ogre’s kisses on his neck. He loved that gesture, when they were alone, it made him have an almost instant hard-on. At the sight of what Matthew had brought, Morgan’s eyes widened considerably and he gasped in delight. Oh yes, he very much liked what he was seeing.

“Those are… amazing…” he suddenly felt like he wanted to try all of them. He squeezed Ogre’s hand back when the singer did it first and then glanced at him. “Babe… Imagine the things you and Matthew could do to me…” It was almost a whisper. He pointed at the electirc shock one and raised an eyebrow. “I am still not sure about that one but, please, us the whip… a lot…!”

At Ogre’s joke about the rope being enough to tie up two Morgans or him and Ogre, Morgan shivered and smirked after giggling. Especially when Matthew proposed this for the next time. He realized just then that he really wanted that to happen for more times, if the other two agreed on it.

Morgan looked at Matthew as he asked his question and his blue/grey eyes shone at the mere thought or it. “I was thinking… woo, well! How about we play it that you two want to rape me? You can use what you like from those items and make whateer you want to me. We can even have a safeword, but I don’t know if that’d be necessary, since it will be a roleplay. I can be your pet. What do you think?” Morgan asked, glancing over at both of them.

[stringedpleasures]

Matthew smiled and chuckled with delight. The couple’s excitement was obvious and contagious, and he felt his heart flutter at how sweet Morgue and Ogre were together. If the guitarist didn’t know them and how hard they had it with both of them being drug addicts, he would have thought they were just a regular goth couple. Matthew then realized just how much they looked alike, with Morgue being a slightly younger version of Ogre, and that turned him on immensely. He was also very honored that they had trusted him with such an intimate part of their relationship, and Matthew was going to be incredibly careful handling that.

The guitarist listened attentively to everything Morgue said, smiling at how the young man’s eyes shone with excitement. “Wow, you’re already hardcore!” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow as he heard Morgue’s idea. When he and Ogre had spoken, the singer had mentioned a bit of bondage and role play would be involved. The theme didn’t intimidate Matthew, though; he had some experience in the fetish field. What concerned him was the fact neither Ogre nor Morgue seemed to have tried BDSM before and he was scared that maybe a scene like that would be too much for both of them. But seeing how they were so excited to play it, Matthew gave in. “Okay, so… I’m assuming neither of you have ever tried anything BDSM related, right?” He began, looking at Ogre.

“Well, I tied Morgue down once so he wouldn’t do drugs.” Ogre chuckled and so did Matthew. “I guess that doesn’t count, though.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Matthew laugh died and he became serious again. “Anyway, we could totally do that scene Morgue wants to do, but there are some safety measures we need to take so that the three of us come out satisfied of this experience.” He turned to Morgue. “Morgan, your safety comes first and that’s why we do need a safe word, even if it’s a rape scene. It has to be a word you wouldn’t speak during sex… Like ‘corn’.” He said and Ogre chuckled, amused. “Or in case you can’t speak for any reason, you could snap your fingers to sign to us you need to be out. I’ll have scissors with me in case I need to cut you loose in an emergency. And I want you to remember, Morgan, that if at any time you feel uncomfortable with anything or you feel like it’s too much for you, you use the safe word and the whole thing stops immediately. You’re our priority here.” One could say Matthew was being over protective, but those were standard safety measures he had to take in those kinds of situations. “So… Any more questions or thoughts any of you want to share before we begin?”

“Uh, actually…” Ogre began. “Just like Morgue, I’ve never done this before… So maybe if you could start out the scene, Matthew, and I catch up with you, I think I’d be more comfortable with that rather than jumping straight into action.” The singer chuckled and Matthew nodded in agreement.

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Morgan sipped a little from his beer as he listened to Matthew and Ogre talking. He shook his head when the guitarist assumed that neither of them had ever tried that before, agreeing with the statement. Taking another sip and getting halfway on finishing his bottle, his pupils turned to Ogre as the singer said about the time he had tied Morgan up to stop him from doing drugs. Morgan narroed his eyelids and eyebrows a little bit at Ogre, as if threateningly, but it was only a playful gesture. He went into a fit of giggles after that, tapping Ogre’s nose. It was incredible how they loved and cared about each other, especially in the middle of their drug addiction. 

As Matthew spoke about everything, Morgan felt the hair on the back of his enck raising as h e felt shvers all over his body. He liked it already. His eyes shone some more and his cheeks blushed considerably. He was paying way too much attention to the guitarist, though, and nodding periodically as he spoke. Mentioning the safe word and what could happen, like an emergency, calmed Morgan down instead of freaking him out. It would be his first time to ever try this, and normally so, he was anxious but not afraid. He really wanted to do this with his boyfrined and their friend. Matthew seemed like the man who really knew all about the subject. 

“Hmm, you’re right, Matthew. Let’s have ‘corn’ for a safe word then. “In case I’m not able to talk” oh my God, you’re getting me so excited already, both of you! But yup, I will snap my fingers in such case. Thank you both for being so careful, but please make sure that you are also careful, yes?” Turning to Ogre, he held his hand into his own slightly smaller one. “And you, especially, baby, yeah? You’re also new to this. I want you to be safe and happy and satisfied after this.”

Morgan smiled and pecked Ogre’s lips a little, before turning to Matthew again at his last question. He then turned to look lovingly and adoringly at the singer next to him and nodded in agreement. “Yes, Matthew, maybe it’s better for all of us of you are the one to start the scene, if that’s okay with you. And I also have a question for the plot. Who do you want me to be? Just to know how I act? A regular junkie, a male prostitute, anything goes!” At that point, Morgan was really into it and excited for what would soon follow. His eyes were wide, looking at Matthew and then back at Ogre, as he was waiting for a reply from either of them. “I will not disappoint you,” he laughed and winked at both of them,

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Matthew smiled widely as he saw the visible excitement that was taking over Morgue. He could tell the young man had wanted to do that for a long time now, and it filled him with gratitude and an urge to make sure he had the best experience possible. It would be even more special since it was his first time, so he had to be extra careful. As Morgue laid out suggestions of roles he could play, Matthew raised an eyebrow, thinking. “Hmm, I don’t know, whatever you feel most like.”

“I think a regular junkie would be best for a first time. Just because it’s obviously easier for you to get into that character.” Ogre chuckled playfully, resting his head on Morgue’s shoulder.

“I think regular junkie is a good character. It’s best to go for something you’re a bit more familiar with at a first time, especially in a scene like that. We can always keep the other characters for other times.” Matthew winked at Morgue. “By the way,” He turned to Ogre. “Ogre, if at any given moment you also feel uncomfortable with anything, feel free to tell me to stop. I may be the dom here, but you two are in complete control of the scene, always.”

“Thanks, Matthew.” Ogre smiled at his friend, placing a hand over his shoulder and squeezing it a little. “You know I fully trust you, that’s why I called you. I really want to do this too. I’m just a little protective of Morgan, that’s all.” He chuckled, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on top of his boyfriend’s cheek.

“I know. It’s going to be okay.” The guitarist smiled, sitting back on the armchair in order to give him and Morgue a bit of space. “Whenever you guys are ready.” He said, grabbing his beer and taking one last big gulp of it.

“I love you, babe.” Ogre cupped Morgue’s cheeks with his hands and deeply kissed his lips. “I’m ready.” He said as he broke the kiss.

“My lovely boys...” The guitarist murmured, grinning at the sight and feeling his heart fluttering with love and excitement.

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Matthew hungrily eyed the heavily intoxicated young man sitting next to him on the couch. His dark hair was disheveled and his long bangs covered part of his gorgeous grey eyes that were foggy due to the many drugs he had consumed and rolled around, groggily scanning the room. He wondered if he was even aware of his surroundings; he seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness. His red and full lips took in deep breaths and groaned a bit, sometimes mumbling things Matthew couldn’t fully understand. Matthew noticed how incredibly pale and smooth his skin was, save by the fading track marks and dark veins on his arms that gave away his drug addiction. His entirely black clothes, a tank top and skinny jeans, hugged his small frame and made Matthew realize how frail looking he was. Beautifully broken. Matthew was immensely intrigued and turned on by that. All that fragile beauty had to be his.

“Hey there.” Matthew began, his voice coming out in a growl. “I think you need some help, don’t you?” He took the dark-haired man’s hand in his, spreading his thin arm out and gently tracing the needle marks on his skin with his fingertips. “You partied a bit too hard tonight.” He whispered into the young man’s ear, inhaling his scent. “Are you alone? What’s your name, darling?” Matthew led his hand to rest over his inner thigh, very near his crotch. “Hey, Ogre! I think this guy needs our help.”

Ogre had been standing a few feet away, clutching his beer bottle a bit too tight. It was harder than he expected to stay in character, especially when he already had a boner. The way Matthew spoke to his boyfriend and he rubbed Morgue’s hand against his thigh made the singer feel way more turned on than he imagined he would be. Matthew was great, and just that scene almost made Ogre break character and beg him to fuck his brains out right there, on the living room floor. But he wanted to go all the way for Morgue; it was his moment. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to get some enjoyment, though. And judging by that start, that night would be truly memorable and he would have a lot to enjoy.

“What did you find there, Matthew?” The singer approached him with flustered cheeks, swallowing back a smile, setting his beer bottle on the table. Sitting down by Morgue’s side, he pushed off the bit of hair that was falling over his eyes. “Where’s your boyfriend, baby?” Ogre couldn’t help but let out a wide grin as he said that. “God, he’s so wasted. I think we should get him to the bed.” Ogre felt a chill run down his spine as he saw the spark that lit up inside Matthew’s eyes.

“Yeah, that couch isn’t that comfortable.” Matthew said suggestively, gently squeezing Morgue’s hand that rested over his thigh. “Come on, Ogre, help me get him up.” He said, getting up and placing one of Morgue’s arms over his shoulder to support him. Ogre did the same and they gently began leading him into the bedroom.

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Bad Boys ~ Ogre/Morgan/Matthew

Morgan had come right out of the shower. He was dressed in a black tank top and his tight jeans but he was still trying to dry his wet, jet black hair with his towel. It had gotten a bit longer and he liked it. It had also been some time since him and Ogre had started being in a relationship. It was so sudden and at the same time so right. Morgan was happy, maybe for the first time in his life. Well, there were ups and downs, but what relationship doesn’t have that? 

The young man smiled in front of the mirror as he thought abou that. His thoughts were broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing twice. Morgan turned his head to the left and sighed, his smile growning a bit. “I’ll get it, babe,” he called out for Ogre. He let the towel on the sink, half of it hanging from it. He walked to the door and opened it. It was Matthew; Ogre’s band friend. Morgan’s face lit up at the sight and his pale cheeks got a rosy hue. “H-hey, Matthew,” he said in a cheerful way, still anxious but excited for what they would do…

It was about a week ago that Morgan had talked to Ogre about something. Long story short, he had confided in his boyfriend that he wanted to try a threesome for once. See how it feels like. Ogre then thought about Matthew, a band mate of his. The day after, the three of them got out for drinks and Matthew met Morgan. Morgan was fond of Matthew in only five minutes already. So, after Ogre talking to Matthew about what Morgan had asked of him, Matthew had gladly agreed on doing it. It would be something new and unique for all three of them. 

So, the day came that they would, finally, try the threesome. It would also have something that not many acts of threesome had; roleplaying. Morgan loved the idea, even if he hadn’t had that before. Right then, he heard Ogre shiffling in the kitchen, assuming he was preparing drinks and snacks. “Please, come in! ogre will join us in a minute. Do you need something?” Asked Morgan, flushing Matthew a smile.

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Matthew waited by the door as he clutched the strap of the backpack on his shoulder. It was heavy that night; he had brought everything he thought they would use. Biting at his lip ring, he felt some nervousness begin to kick in. It was common for him to always feel that way before a session, even if it wasn’t his first time doing that. Being friends with Ogre for a long time and having the opportunity to sit down with him and his handsome boyfriend, Morgue, and discuss most of their plans for that night helped him feel more at ease, though. It also helped that the guitarist got along pretty well and very quickly with Morgue. It was really the perfect scenario possible in which Matthew was sure the three of them would be very comfortable with each other. That night, they would go over the last details and, hopefully, get to business.

Matthew smiled widely as Morgue opened the door. “Hey, kitten.” He greeted him, snaking an arm around the young man’s small frame and placing a gentle kiss on top of his cheek. “You smell amazing.” He said as he made his way into the apartment, politely excusing himself. “Uh, maybe something to drink would be great, thank you.” The guitarist answered Morgue’s question as he sat on an armchair close to the couch, setting his backpack on the floor. “Excited for tonight?” He asked with a smirk.

Ogre clumsily took out three ice cold beer bottles from the fridge, nearly dropping them. He then grabbed a bag of peanuts and a bag of chips from the kitchen counter and made his way into the living room. “Hey Matthew!” He greeted the other almost breathlessly as he set the food and drinks on the center table. “How are you? Make yourself home!”

“Hey, handsome!” Matthew stood up from the couch and greeted Ogre in the same way he had greeted Morgue, placing a soft kiss over his cheek. Ogre blushed slightly, smiling widely. “I’m fine, really looking forward to tonight.” He replied.

“Oh yeah, me and Morgan have been preparing the whole day. Even though we didn’t really know how to, exactly.” The singer chuckled, moving to sit down on the couch and pulling Morgue close to him as he sat down by his side. Ogre wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pecked his neck. He was head over heels for that boy. That didn’t mean their relationship was the smoothest, though, especially with Morgue’s drug addiction, it could get particularly hard sometimes. But Ogre was willing to do anything for him. That was why he happily obliged when Morgue confided in him his sexual fantasy. And Matthew was the only man he trusted in order to make that happen. It couldn’t be more perfect.

“So,” Matthew began, taking a sip of the beer. “I brought some stuff I thought you two would like to use.” He opened the backpack, emptying out the contents of it on the living room floor. Sitting down on the floor, he began to carefully separate all the different tools he had brought. It was everything from different types of ropes and gags to whips and clamps and electroshock devices. “We don’t have to use all of them, I just thought I’d give you guys an idea of how much stuff we can do.”

“Oh my God…” Ogre whispered excitedly, squeezing Morgue’s hand. “That’s enough rope to tie two Morgans up. Or me and Morgue.” He laughed.

“That’s something for another night, I suppose.” Matthew smiled, then turning to look directly into Morgue’s eyes. “So, Morgan, how was that scene you wanted to act out?”

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Morgan blushed and smiled more at Matthew as he wrapped one arm around him and kissed his cheek, kissing his own back. That man was so precious. He saw why him and Ogre were such good friends. They were like the same, only the Skinny Puppy guitarist seemed a but more playful. Though Morgan couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. Ogre was his everything. The nickname that Matthew used to refer to Morgan made the young man gulp and blush more. He loved it. He already felt like their kitten. “I’m amazing today, really excited for tonight. Oh, Matthew, thank you for doing this for us!” Morgan touched Matthew’s hand and smiled at him, his eyes flushing.

As Ogre appeared, Morgan immediately sat up to help set the beer bottles on the table. “There we go,” he declared, taking his own bottle and happily snuggling into Ogre, who pulled him close to him. An involuntary moan escaped Morgan at Ogre’s kisses on his neck. He loved that gesture, when they were alone, it made him have an almost instant hard-on. At the sight of what Matthew had brought, Morgan’s eyes widened considerably and he gasped in delight. Oh yes, he very much liked what he was seeing.

“Those are… amazing…” he suddenly felt like he wanted to try all of them. He squeezed Ogre’s hand back when the singer did it first and then glanced at him. “Babe… Imagine the things you and Matthew could do to me…” It was almost a whisper. He pointed at the electirc shock one and raised an eyebrow. “I am still not sure about that one but, please, us the whip… a lot…!”

At Ogre’s joke about the rope being enough to tie up two Morgans or him and Ogre, Morgan shivered and smirked after giggling. Especially when Matthew proposed this for the next time. He realized just then that he really wanted that to happen for more times, if the other two agreed on it.

Morgan looked at Matthew as he asked his question and his blue/grey eyes shone at the mere thought or it. “I was thinking… woo, well! How about we play it that you two want to rape me? You can use what you like from those items and make whateer you want to me. We can even have a safeword, but I don’t know if that’d be necessary, since it will be a roleplay. I can be your pet. What do you think?” Morgan asked, glancing over at both of them.

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Matthew smiled and chuckled with delight. The couple’s excitement was obvious and contagious, and he felt his heart flutter at how sweet Morgue and Ogre were together. If the guitarist didn’t know them and how hard they had it with both of them being drug addicts, he would have thought they were just a regular goth couple. Matthew then realized just how much they looked alike, with Morgue being a slightly younger version of Ogre, and that turned him on immensely. He was also very honored that they had trusted him with such an intimate part of their relationship, and Matthew was going to be incredibly careful handling that.

The guitarist listened attentively to everything Morgue said, smiling at how the young man’s eyes shone with excitement. “Wow, you’re already hardcore!” He chuckled, raising an eyebrow as he heard Morgue’s idea. When he and Ogre had spoken, the singer had mentioned a bit of bondage and role play would be involved. The theme didn’t intimidate Matthew, though; he had some experience in the fetish field. What concerned him was the fact neither Ogre nor Morgue seemed to have tried BDSM before and he was scared that maybe a scene like that would be too much for both of them. But seeing how they were so excited to play it, Matthew gave in. “Okay, so... I’m assuming neither of you have ever tried anything BDSM related, right?” He began, looking at Ogre.

“Well, I tied Morgue down once so he wouldn’t do drugs.” Ogre chuckled and so did Matthew. “I guess that doesn’t count, though.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Matthew laugh died and he became serious again. “Anyway, we could totally do that scene Morgue wants to do, but there are some safety measures we need to take so that the three of us come out satisfied of this experience.” He turned to Morgue. “Morgan, your safety comes first and that’s why we do need a safe word, even if it’s a rape scene. It has to be a word you wouldn’t speak during sex... Like ‘corn’.” He said and Ogre chuckled, amused. “Or in case you can’t speak for any reason, you could snap your fingers to sign to us you need to be out. I’ll have scissors with me in case I need to cut you loose in an emergency. And I want you to remember, Morgan, that if at any time you feel uncomfortable with anything or you feel like it’s too much for you, you use the safe word and the whole thing stops immediately. You’re our priority here.” One could say Matthew was being over protective, but those were standard safety measures he had to take in those kinds of situations. “So... Any more questions or thoughts any of you want to share before we begin?”

“Uh, actually...” Ogre began. “Just like Morgue, I’ve never done this before... So maybe if you could start out the scene, Matthew, and I catch up with you, I think I’d be more comfortable with that rather than jumping straight into action.” The singer chuckled and Matthew nodded in agreement.

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Bad Boys ~ Ogre/Morgan/Matthew

Morgan had come right out of the shower. He was dressed in a black tank top and his tight jeans but he was still trying to dry his wet, jet black hair with his towel. It had gotten a bit longer and he liked it. It had also been some time since him and Ogre had started being in a relationship. It was so sudden and at the same time so right. Morgan was happy, maybe for the first time in his life. Well, there were ups and downs, but what relationship doesn’t have that? 

The young man smiled in front of the mirror as he thought abou that. His thoughts were broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing twice. Morgan turned his head to the left and sighed, his smile growning a bit. “I’ll get it, babe,” he called out for Ogre. He let the towel on the sink, half of it hanging from it. He walked to the door and opened it. It was Matthew; Ogre’s band friend. Morgan’s face lit up at the sight and his pale cheeks got a rosy hue. “H-hey, Matthew,” he said in a cheerful way, still anxious but excited for what they would do…

It was about a week ago that Morgan had talked to Ogre about something. Long story short, he had confided in his boyfriend that he wanted to try a threesome for once. See how it feels like. Ogre then thought about Matthew, a band mate of his. The day after, the three of them got out for drinks and Matthew met Morgan. Morgan was fond of Matthew in only five minutes already. So, after Ogre talking to Matthew about what Morgan had asked of him, Matthew had gladly agreed on doing it. It would be something new and unique for all three of them. 

So, the day came that they would, finally, try the threesome. It would also have something that not many acts of threesome had; roleplaying. Morgan loved the idea, even if he hadn’t had that before. Right then, he heard Ogre shiffling in the kitchen, assuming he was preparing drinks and snacks. “Please, come in! ogre will join us in a minute. Do you need something?” Asked Morgan, flushing Matthew a smile.

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Matthew waited by the door as he clutched the strap of the backpack on his shoulder. It was heavy that night; he had brought everything he thought they would use. Biting at his lip ring, he felt some nervousness begin to kick in. It was common for him to always feel that way before a session, even if it wasn’t his first time doing that. Being friends with Ogre for a long time and having the opportunity to sit down with him and his handsome boyfriend, Morgue, and discuss most of their plans for that night helped him feel more at ease, though. It also helped that the guitarist got along pretty well and very quickly with Morgue. It was really the perfect scenario possible in which Matthew was sure the three of them would be very comfortable with each other. That night, they would go over the last details and, hopefully, get to business.

Matthew smiled widely as Morgue opened the door. “Hey, kitten.” He greeted him, snaking an arm around the young man’s small frame and placing a gentle kiss on top of his cheek. “You smell amazing.” He said as he made his way into the apartment, politely excusing himself. “Uh, maybe something to drink would be great, thank you.” The guitarist answered Morgue’s question as he sat on an armchair close to the couch, setting his backpack on the floor. “Excited for tonight?” He asked with a smirk.

Ogre clumsily took out three ice cold beer bottles from the fridge, nearly dropping them. He then grabbed a bag of peanuts and a bag of chips from the kitchen counter and made his way into the living room. “Hey Matthew!” He greeted the other almost breathlessly as he set the food and drinks on the center table. “How are you? Make yourself home!”

“Hey, handsome!” Matthew stood up from the couch and greeted Ogre in the same way he had greeted Morgue, placing a soft kiss over his cheek. Ogre blushed slightly, smiling widely. “I’m fine, really looking forward to tonight.” He replied.

“Oh yeah, me and Morgan have been preparing the whole day. Even though we didn’t really know how to, exactly.” The singer chuckled, moving to sit down on the couch and pulling Morgue close to him as he sat down by his side. Ogre wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pecked his neck. He was head over heels for that boy. That didn’t mean their relationship was the smoothest, though, especially with Morgue’s drug addiction, it could get particularly hard sometimes. But Ogre was willing to do anything for him. That was why he happily obliged when Morgue confided in him his sexual fantasy. And Matthew was the only man he trusted in order to make that happen. It couldn’t be more perfect.

“So,” Matthew began, taking a sip of the beer. “I brought some stuff I thought you two would like to use.” He opened the backpack, emptying out the contents of it on the living room floor. Sitting down on the floor, he began to carefully separate all the different tools he had brought. It was everything from different types of ropes and gags to whips and clamps and electroshock devices. “We don’t have to use all of them, I just thought I’d give you guys an idea of how much stuff we can do.”

“Oh my God...” Ogre whispered excitedly, squeezing Morgue’s hand. “That’s enough rope to tie two Morgans up. Or me and Morgue.” He laughed.

“That’s something for another night, I suppose.” Matthew smiled, then turning to look directly into Morgue’s eyes. “So, Morgan, how was that scene you wanted to act out?”

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Of men and fish (Matthew and Ogre/AU)

It all had happened faster than Matthew could process; the merman had been focused on hunting for food, following a shoal of fish, when he felt a sharp tug at the end of his tail. He turned around, confused, and noticed a piece of thin fishing line wrapped around his tail. Before he could reach it in an attempt to remove it, though, another sharp tug yanked his body, making him gasp in surprise and accidentally drop the bone knife he had been holding. When he tried to reach for the object that could cut him loose, he was pulled harshly to the opposite direction. He heard the unmistakable sound of the engine of a boat being turned on, and before he could even react, he was being dragged across the ocean. Matthew screamed both in horror and in pain as the thin fishing line cut into his tail. Air bubbles escaped his mouth as he desperately struggled, calling out for other merfolk to help him, but he had already been dragged way too far for his kin to be able to hear him. 

In the struggle, Matthew ended up tangling himself even more, to the point he could barely swim anymore. Panting with adrenaline, he looked up as he felt himself being pulled upwards. A feeling of horror invaded him as he saw the bottom of the boat just a few feet away from him. The merman resumed his fierce struggle, screaming in agony as the fishing line cut into his skin. At one point he could see his own blood turning the water around him dark red. Tears escaped his piercing grey eyes as he heard the muffled voices of the humans above him. He was so close to the boat now he could reach out and touch it. Summoning the last bit of strenght left in his body, the merman swam downwards and the fishing line finally broke.

Matthew could hear the frustrated sounds of the fishing men on the boat as he sank towards the bottom of the ocean, too drained and wounded to be able to swim. He cried softly as the waves pushed his body. He realized he had been dragged closer to the beach when they started pushing him towards the sand. Unable to resist them, the merman finally washed ashore. Being part human, Matthew was able to breathe out of water, but only for a certain amount of time. In land, he once more tried to free himself from the fishing line, only now realizing the extent of the damage; not only it had sliced him everywhere and was cutting deeper with each move he made, but it somehow had also twisted his tail and his right arm into a painful angle that he couldn’t reach with his other arm. The merman angrily thrashed around, crying out as the line cut into his skin, tears escaping his eyes. When Matthew heard footsteps close, he settled down. As the human male came into his view, he let out a threatening hiss, revealing the two rows of very sharp teeth inside his mouth. He knew that in his state, though, he barely had any chance against the man. Matthew was terrified; that was the closest to a human he had ever been. He had no idea they were so tall, since he had only seen them in boats. And from the stories he had heard, that was one of the dangerous types of human. Hissing, he fruitlessly tried to claw at the man, crying out when the sudden movement made the line dig even deeper into his skin. He fearfully gazed up as the man approached him. That probably meant he would die.

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[undevelopedogre]

The sound of the alarm jolted Ogre from his dream. As usual his dreams were little more than random images of the sites he frequently saw when he was awake - torn scales, blood, lifeless eyes. He would have remained in his bed for the rest of the day if he didn’t need the money. Groaning, Ogre swung his legs over the bed and reached for the same clothes he had worn the day before. Most days blended together now anyway.

It wasn’t always this way. Ogre, or Kevin, as he had once been known, was born and raised in the tiny fishing village, but it had never felt like home. His earliest memories of his father, who had passed when Ogre was in his 20s, consisted of being taught how to be a fisherman. It was expected of him. Few ever left the village. Each man was expected to work in the fishing industry in some form or another and, for most of his early life, Ogre had no reason to believe he’d escape the same fate. It wasn’t until high school that music rescued him. All of Ogre’s allowance went to records and music magazines from the stores in town. When he didn’t have the money, he stole them. He dyed his dark brown hair jet black and began practicing his makeup skills. A smirk came to Ogre’s now lined face as he remembered his younger years. He had stood out among the other youth in the village, leading to him gaining the nickname “Ogre” for his anti-social ways. He only became more of a laughingstock when he announced that not only did he not want to kill fish but didn’t even want to eat them. In need of money to get out of his parents house and away from the village, Ogre took a job helping to make nets, which was commonly seen as women’s work, and saved every bit of cash he could until he could the move to the city.

The city had been like a fever dream for Ogre. There were clubs that played the music he had previously only heard in records alone in his room. There were people who looked like him and even wilder. He quickly got a job bartending and began building his new life. For the first few months Ogre thought he was living his dream, but reality slowly began to set in. Heartbreaks, failed musical ventures, dead end jobs, and a rapidly growing drug addiction all started taking their toll. His father died, still bitter with his son for leaving. His mother only spoke to him a few more times before her own death. The end of his new life found him curled up on his side, surrounded by beer bottles and needles, crying as the landlord knocked on his door and screamed about the rent for the third time. He couldn’t stay.

Ogre began his walk down to the water. He had been home over a year now, living in a room he rented above another fisherman’s house. He took the easiest job he could, which mainly consisted of checking the nets multiple times a day. It barely paid anything, but it was enough to keep his room, put food on the table, and get drunk on Saturday nights at the village’s only bar. At least he wasn’t using drugs anymore, he told himself. Ogre hated the work and felt like a murderer every time he saw the gasping fish in the huge nets. There was a pain in his heart as he was reminded again that he wasn’t skilled enough for anything else. All he knew was fishing and serving drinks. Too bad the bar already had a bartender. Ogre was a few feet from the net when he saw shiny scales glistening in the sun. At first he mistook it for a large fish that had washed ashore and, regardless of his work, his instinct was to push it back in the water. Racing toward the animal, Ogre grew more curious as he realized the scales were unlike anything he had seen. They were almost glittering. The man stopped dead in his tracks as the sight of the creature in front of him came into full view. In front of his was something that was half man, half fish, and clearly threatened. Ogre timidly stepped back as the merman hissed at him and bared it’s teeth. He wondered if this was some sort of joke. “Y-you’re b-bleeding”, he stammered, unsure if the figure on the ground understood him. “L-let me help you, p-please…” Gently the man edged closer and began to untangle the fishing line. He felt the scales and also the unmistakable flesh of a man. Looking into the merman’s eyes, Ogre was at a loss for words except the question screaming inside his head. “What the fuck are you?”

[stringedpleasures]

Matthew remembered the first time he saw a great white shark. He was still a small child, and the animal was at least three time his size. He remembered how utterly terrified he was, how for a moment it seemed like there was just him and the beast, alone in the deep sea and how imposing and powerful the shark’s presence alone was. He remembered how he tried to hide behind his father for protection, but the merman yanked him by the arm, scolding him and pulling him closer to the big shark. The young boy was in awe as he studied the thick, scarred skin of the giant in front of him, marveling at the sight of its sharp teeth and deep, black eyes that told ancient stories. Matthew never forgot his father’s words, telling him how he should never be scared of sharks, because they were able to sense fear in their prey. And neither him, nor any merfolk, were sharks’ prey. In the ocean, they were equals, the strongest hunters and the top of the food chain. There seemed to be a sort of unspoken, mutual respect between sharks and merfolk. With humans, there wasn’t any room for respect, though. Countless times during his youth, Matthew saw how they had no respect for the sea and how especially cruel they were when they fished for sharks to collect their fins, and how they would throw the living animal back into the sea after cutting off their fins. He was never able to understand how they could do that to such a majestic creature. In some nights, Matthew would be tormented by nightmares in which he would be the one caught in a fishing net and have his fins cut off before he would be thrown back into the sea to die a slow and painful death.

Matthew didn’t know if he was trembling due to the cold sea wind blowing against his wet skin, the pain of his bleeding cuts or due to how terrified he was. It was probably a mixture of the three. He felt like a scared little boy again, flinching away as the man approached him and he couldn’t tell if he was gasping because of how the fear suffocated him or if he was actually running out of air. When the man spoke, Matthew blinked, confused. He spoke too softly for someone so threatening. The merman watched him with attention as he gently came closer to him. He gritted his teeth, hissing as the other reached out to touch him. But as he began untangling the fishing line from Matthew’s body, the merman settled down and relaxed in order to allow him to release him. A deep sigh of relief escaped his lips as he was completely free. Matthew sat up, groaning as he finally saw the extent of the damage the line had done. He held up his previously tangled arm that was now covered in cuts that spread throughout his whole body. He hissed as he tried to move his tail around, tearing up as the deep wounds stung. Matthew looked at the sea in front of him. He was in no shape to swim home. If he went back into the sea, he would most likely become shark food. If he stayed in land, he would suffocate to death, and he couldn’t ignore that there was still a chance that the human in front of him would decide to kill him.

Matthew looked back at the raven haired man. He seemed just as confused as him. Oddly, the merman didn’t sense anything malicious in him. If anything, he sensed exactly the opposite. Just like in the episode with the shark, Matthew felt a child-like curiosity invade him as he studied the lines on his face. When they locked eyes, though, the merman felt his stomach drop. He frowned as he inched closer to his face, never breaking eye contact. There was a deep sadness inside him; Matthew could feel it almost as if it was his own. Averting his eyes, he looked down, this time to the man’s hands. They were covered in small, white scars that were very similar to the ones he saw on the bodies of sharks who had escaped fishing nets. Mindlessly, the merman reached out and gently traced them with his fingers. “Thank you.” He said, his voice a mere weak whisper. Matthew was about to reply to the raven haired man’s confusing question, when he was suddenly overcome by a strong dizziness. He grasped his savior’s shoulder for support, but collapsed on the sand anyway. It was a matter of seconds before he lost consciousness.

[undevelopedogre]

Ogre studied the creature in front of him with awe. Was it possible this was really one of the long-fabled merfolk? Stories had long abounded of a race of fantastical creatures that lived in the waters. Most older fisherman had a standard story they’d tell after a few too many drinks. They were almost always the same - just a glimpse of a half human, half fish creature among the waters. Then there was Buddy’s story.

Ogre had grown up with Buddy. Both boys were in the same grade and took swimming lessons together. One night they and another group of young boys decided to be rebellious during a sleepover, stealing bottles of beer from their parents fridges and sneaking out. A few drinks later and they were showing off on the rope swings above the lake. Ogre still remembered Buddy’s laugh as he climbed to the top of the tallest tree and proudly leapt into the water. Seconds turned into a minute and the young boy still hadn’t surfaced. Ogre and his friends quickly dove into the water’s dark depths in an attempt to rescue their friend. It was him who pulled Buddy to the surface and on to dry land. After several struggled gasps for air, the boy began screaming that he had seen a “man fish” in the water. He described how the merman had bared his teeth at him in an attempt to bite and how he was certain he had passed out from fear. All the boys except Ogre laughed, saying he just hit his head and hallucinated. Only Ogre was willing to consider the possibility, though, as the boy continued to be teased for his story in the months to come, he too came to believe it was just a dream. Eventually even Buddy believed that.

As the merman thanked him, Ogre struggled to find words. “Y-you’re real”, he stammered, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the scales that shone in the light. As the creature passed out, panic set in. Ogre knew nothing of merfolk and how to help them. He thought of pushing him back into the water, but the blood made it likely that another animal might see him as food. His instincts told him that water was needed, however, so he did the only thing he could think of. Gently, he lifted the merman into his arms and began both carrying and dragging him toward his home.

Checking the temperature of the water for the second time, Ogre tried to make sure the bath water in his small tub mimicked the lake’s coolnes as much as possible. The majestic man he had rescued had yet to wake. Timidly, the human male reached out to touch the merman’s sleeping face, tracing his jawline with his fingertips. “Wake up, wake up, wake up”, he whispered like a mantra.

[stringedpleasures]

The feeling of something soft gently brushing against Matthew’s jaw line was what brought him back to his senses. The sudden jerky movement of his body made water splash around the room. The merman’s eyes shot open and, in a pure instinctive reaction, he grabbed the stranger’s wrist, his claw shaped nails digging into his skin as he hissed threateningly. He was about to bite at the man’s jugular, when he realized who that was. Slowly releasing his grip on his savior’s wrist, Matthew settled down, feeling a sense of guilt wash over him. He had just almost attacked the man who had saved his life. “I’m sorry.” The merman said, looking down. Only then he realized where he was. Matthew frowned as he looked around the room. It was unlike anywhere he had ever been. He even found it hard to process and try to figure out where he was. He thought it could perhaps be where the man lived, but it was still hard for him to tell since the room looked nothing like where he lived in. A feeling of panic began to settle inside him. Matthew looked back at the man, who seemed to be as confused as the merman was. Still, he couldn’t sense anything dangerous about him. That still didn’t help him calm down.

“W-Where am I?!” Matthew’s voice broke as he struggled to keep his composure. He was on the verge of tears, completely terrified and not looking like the strong sea predator he was. The merman was in a human’s territory, somewhere he had never seen any sea creature return from alive, and everything he had witnessed and heard told him that that man could still potentially kill him. His mind was already picturing the man cutting his fins off and leaving him to die. “Stay away from me!” Matthew hissed, leaning back against the wall and propping his body up. He eyed the human in front of him and prepared to attack. Being a skilled predator, it would take him just one bite at the jugular to make the man bleed to death. But then, Matthew looked down at his injured right arm. A thought came to his mind. He would kill the man and then what? He had no way of escaping wherever he was and he also had no idea how close to the sea they were. Even if he managed to escape, he was still too weak and hurt to be able to swim. He had lost way too much blood, every small movement made his body hurt and he was also extremely hungry. Matthew’s only choice was to trust the man in front of him. “Who are you, human? W-What do you want from me?!” He tried to sound confident, but was still obviously terrified. “Please… D-Don’t kill me.” The merman looked down as he quietly spoke. It felt deeply humiliating that he was pleading for his life, but he had to do that if it meant he would live.

[undevelopedogre]

Ogre still couldn’t believe the creature in his tub was real. Was this even happening? Maybe he was having some sort of drug flashback. He was mentally recounting all the stories he had heard of merfolk when his wrist was suddenly firmly grasped. The man uttered a choked scream as he found himself facing sharp teeth and piercing eyes that were focused on his neck. Stumbling backward after he was released, Ogre thought of running from the room and locking the door, but right now his legs were too shaky to even stand. He crawled towards the door, crouching down and trying to appear as submissive to the fierce merman as possible. Even his apology didn’t calm the human’s nerves. It was the first time he was aware of the danger he had put himself in by attempting to save a life. What if his sympathy meant nothing to merfolk and he was seen as a threat either way?

As the merman grew angry once again, Ogre struggled to find words to calm him, shakily reaching for the door knob. It was only when he saw and heard the great fear that this unbelievable specimen held that Ogre’s own fear started to ease. “K-kill you? I’m not going to kill you. I-I was tying to save you! You’re hurt and couldn’t go back in the water. I’m just trying to help you. I-I don’t even eat regular fish, so I’m certainly not gonna eat you! Look, maybe I should introduce myself.” Slowly raising himself from the bathroom floor, the human walked toward the merman with a forced but friendly smile. “I’m Kevin. Everyone calls me Ogre. You were hurt when I found you. Did the fishermen do it? I don’t like them either, actually. Can I just take care of your wounds? I promise, as soon as you’re okay, I’ll take you back to the water.”

[stringedpleasures]

Matthew couldn’t help the instinctive reaction he had towards the human before him. He came from a harsh environment where it was either kill or be killed. He had seen great white sharks tear his kin to shreds in a matter of minutes, even seconds. Sure, they were neck to neck with the greatest predator in the sea, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t learned he should always be on alert for anything that moved in the deep, dark waters. Just earlier, he had seen how one moment of distraction had almost costed him his life. And if it wasn’t for that compassionate man, he would be dead at that moment.

The merman grasped onto the edge of the bathtub, inching closer to the human, his eyes squinting suspiciously as he spoke. To Matthew, he was still as dangerous and threatening as a shark. Even knowing he could kill him if he wanted to, Matthew still was the fish out of the water. As the man spoke, though, he felt his guard lower significanty, being replaced by a feeling of guilt and almost compassion. That human was as terrified as him, if not even more. An awkward silence fell upon the bathroom as Matthew sat there, processing everything that man had told him and collecting his own thoughts. He lowered his head, looking down at his injured arm and gently running his fingers over the cuts. 

“Y-You don’t eat fish?!” Matthew finally spoke, looking at Ogre with almost child like curiosity. “What do you eat then? Seaweed?” He chuckled slightly, but his smile soon vanished as he  recollected the traumatic event that had just happened. “I...  I was hunting and I got wrapped in fishing line. It hurt so much.” He shuddered. “Thank you for saving me, uh... Ogre. I would be dead right now if it wasn’t for you. I’m sorry I tried to bite you, I just thought all humans... Were evil. You’re not like them, though. I’m not going to kill you either, I promise.” The merman smiled shyly. “I’m Matthew.”     

[hisdevilcharmer]

Sometimes three is not a crowd

The entire concert had been like a dream for Jessica. A very vivid, loud, semi-erotic dream. She could barely take her eyes off the beautiful guitarist. The fair skinned, tall man looked like a god to her as he played. Jessica didn’t know if it was him or the vibrations rumbling up from the floor and through her body that was making her almost unbearably turned on, but she was pretty sure she was wet for most of the concert.

After the show she practically stalked the merchandise booth, hoping the band might show up. For the most part she assumed they wouldn’t, probably choosing to retire to their hotel rooms upstairs, but there was hope. Her hope proved useful when she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see striking eyes and a flurry of dread locks. “Hi..” the young woman barely squeaked. Thankfully the guitarist was better at initiating conversation.

The walk up the stairs felt surreal. Jessica didn’t quite know how it all happened. They had talked, had a drink at the bar, and then Matthew had suggested if she would like to go somewhere quieter. The two barely made it half way up before they were grabbing each other and their mouths hungrily found each other. The pair practically stumbled into Matthew’s room and on to the bed. “I- I can’t believe this is happening…” Jessica panted. Her dress slid off easily, leaving her in her bra and panties. It took a bit more effort to remove Matthew’s clothes with the several hooks and snaps but soon she was able to run her tongue over his bare chest. One hand slid down his now partially removed pants to grasp his length. The two were so engaged in each other neither had thought to lock the door. A small gasp from the young woman was the only sound in the room as both looked up to see Ogre standing beside their bed.

@stringedpleasures

[stringedpleasures]

Being on a stage always had been when Matthew felt alive the most. Sure, he loved producing shows and doing more backstage stuff sometimes, but there was a thrill about stepping on a stage and having a crowd cheer for you that was unlike anything else in life. Sometimes, the guitarist felt he could even get high on that feeling. He was thrilled, too, when Ogre insisted on him being his guitarist for both ohGr and Skinny Puppy. As much as he was nervous about the whole idea, the almost instant chemistry he and the singer shared on stage made things much easier. Everything flowed so naturally that Matthew wasn’t surprised when it led to them having an affair. But even that felt natural with Ogre, and things seemed to be heating up between them, in the best of ways.

Just as Matthew loved sharing the same energy and vibe with Ogre when they were on a stage, he liked to feel a bit of what the crowd was feeling as well. Not being the center of attention had its cons. When sometimes Ogre was too immersed in his character to noticed his surroundings, Matthew took that time to study the crowd’s reactions. In one of those times, the figure of a young woman in the front row caught his eye. She seemed flustered, both by the experience of the concert and, he dared to think, sexual arousal. Whatever was the case, Matthew just smiled at her and carried on playing, shaking his head a bit and making his long dreads fly around him.

From the back of the stage, the guitarist noticed her standing around the merch booth when most of the people had already left. He smiled as he studied her more carefully now. She was actually very attractive, especially in that dress. Matthew decided to make a risky move. He purposefully quietly snuck behind her and tapped her shoulder. At the young woman’s shocked expression, Matthew erupted in giggles. “Hi there, darling. I saw you at the front row ealier. Hope you liked the show.” He smiled as he saw her struggling to find her words. “Would you like to have a drink? It may help you cool down and gather your thoughts. I’ll pay.” Even before she had a chance to react, Matthew was already leading her out of the venue.

After ordering drinks, talking seemed way easier, especially for Jessica. The more she talked, the more the guitarist felt his attraction grow. He had to force himself to wait before suggesting they would go upstairs into his hotel room, and was thrilled when she accepted it. It was during the wait for the elevator that Matthew could no longer hold himself back and kissed Jessica. He was surprised, though, when she hungrily kissed him back, as if she had been bottling up that desire for longer than he had. Matthew almost thought they would do it right inside the elevator, but they managed to get to the room in time. That pretty dress slid off Jessica’s body as easily as he had imagined it would. She was also as gorgeous, if not even more gorgeous, than he imagined. In the frenzy of taking off clothes, Matthew chuckled at her comment. “Do you believe now?” He said just as she began licking his chest. He sighed, feeling his erection grow, and tangled his fingers in her hair and moaned when she grabbed his cock, bucking his hips up.

Matthew barely realized the door had clicked open, but as he saw Ogre’s figure standing beside the bed, he gasped and pulled away from Jessica. “F-Fuck, Kevin, I’m sorry!” He began, but something in his bandmate’s silence and expression made him stop.

“I lost you after the show and I knew you were up to something, Matt.” Matthew watched, startled, as Ogre took off his shirt. “May I join?” Ogre walked up towards a shocked Matthew and chuckled. “What, are you gonna get shy with me now?” He said, sitting on the bed and cupping his jaw with one hand. Ogre pecked and nibbled at Matthew’s trembling lips until he felt the guitarist melt underneath him. “And who is this beauty?” He asked, leaving Matthew to crawl towards Jessica with a devilish smile, raising his hand to gently stroke her cheek while his lips pecked her neck. 

[hisdevilcharmer]

Jessica tried to cover herself as best she could when she saw the singer by the bed. Matthew’s quick apology lead the young woman to believe that Ogre had a rule against the band sleeping with fans, but, as the singer took off his shirt, she quickly thought otherwise. The sight of the older man kissing his guitarist shocked her, but there was a tingle that ran through at the sight of the two men kissing just inches from her. She grasped her coverage a bit tighter as Ogre approached her, still feeling shy about both men seeing her this way. “I - I’m Jessica….” The man’s kisses brought a purr from deep in her throat. The entire situation seemed too bizarre to be real. Not only had she been about to have sex with Matthew but now Ogre, who Jessica did consider a very attractive man as well, was now in the bed with them. Letting the sheet she was holding fall away, the dark haired woman was starting to feel very aroused by the situation.

“I’m guessing you two are… together? I didn’t know that. I… do you both want to?” Her increasing arousal was winning out over her shyness. The thought of both these men fucking her not only in the same night but in the same bed was making her wetter the more she thought about it. “You’re both very sexy, so I think I’m up for it.” In a bold move, Jessica unhooked her bra and slid it off, exposing her breasts. She now wore nothing but her black lace panties. “Do one of you want to help me with these?”

[stringedpleasures]

Sensing Jessica was a bit nervous with the whole situation by the way she grasped at the sheet, trying to cover herself, Ogre stopped kissing her neck and pulled away for a moment to give her space. Maybe they were moving too quickly or she was new to that particular experience. He shot her a friendly smile. “Hi, Jessica. I’m Kevin… But I think you already knew that.” The singer chuckled a bit, reaching out to lovingly stroke her cheek. “You’re really pretty… I mean, Matthew couldn’t take his eyes off you during the whole show. Now I can see why. That was a nice dress you were wearing, but I think I prefer you without it. I think Matthew does so too.” He heard Matthew’s shy laugh as he said that. Then, Ogre’s expression turned serious. “Listen… Is this your first time with two guys? If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell us and we’ll stop.” He said, and the guitarist agreed with a nod. The singer smiled as the sheet began to slide off Jessica’s body along with her shyness.

Matthew climbed back onto the bed right next to Ogre, feeling his own anxiety begin to wear off too. It would be the first time he would have a threesome, and it being with his singer was making him feel a little nervous. Ogre must have noticed that, because he pulled his band mate closer, kissing him once more to try to make him feel calmer. Matthew smiled into the kiss and broke it as Jessica asked if they were together. “Uh, we’re not exactly together… But we have a thing. It’s kinda like friends with benefits… It’s hard to explain.” The guitarist chuckled and Ogre was about to ask him if he wanted to do that, when the young woman did it first. Matthew promptly agreed and Ogre smirked as he saw the look in his eyes when Jessica removed her bra. The singer moved downwards, towards the young woman’s private parts, while the guitarist focused on the top part of her body. “Those are really nice…” Matthew whispered as he reached out to fondle them, playing with her nipples and gently pinching them while he hungrily kissed her. Meanwhile, Ogre gently spread Jessica’s legs, removing her black lace panties. “Oh, she’s already so wet!” He remarked with a smirk as he touched the wet fabric, tossing it aside. The singer began rubbing at the young woman’s clit, and when he looked up again, Matthew was sitting down behind her, his hands exploring every inch of her body and giving a special attention to her breasts as he laid wet kisses on her neck. Just as aroused as both of them, Ogre shamelessly reached down and began jerking off to that sight.

[hisdevilcharmer]

Jessica felt her breath hitch in her throat as she realized that she was really about to have sex with two men. “I-I’ve never don’t this before, but I want to. I really want to…” The young woman couldn’t say she was fully surprised that the two musicians were involved, seeing as how they seemed very flirty on stage, but finding out they both wanted to have sex with her was the last thing she expected. As shocked as she was at the situation, she was also becoming unbearably turned on. Matthew’s hands on her breasts and Ogre’s exploration of her clit were driving her crazy with lust. “Oh fuck”, she breathed when Ogre touched her sensitive spot. She purred and leaned into Matthew’s touch as he fondled her breasts. “You like them? They are very sensitive. God, that feels good.”

As much as she enjoyed Matthew’s kisses on her neck, she turned and claimed his lips with her own, sucking his tongue. She hoped the sight was as arousing to Ogre as the singer’s moans were to her. Knowing he was jerking off was the final push into making her feel completely wanton and unashamed. All she could think of was letting both men fuck her in any way possible. In that moment she decided she wanted to be used like a little sex doll to get both men off. Finally pulling away, Jessica voiced the thoughts swirling in her head. “Fuck, I’m so wet. I want you both, please. Right now!” Re-positioning herself on the bed, Jessica placed herself between Ogre’s legs and roughly stroked his length. “I think this needs attention, don’t you?” She raised her ass and made sure Matthew had a good view of her drenched pussy from behind. “Please fuck my pussy, Matthew? Don’t be gentle. I want you to use me.” Her tongue lapped at Ogre’s cock before taking him in her mouth and sucking sloppily.

[stringedpleasures]

It felt like it had been ages since Ogre and Matthew had sex with a woman; the tight schedule of tours, plus the still burning fire of the passion they felt for each other made them want to spend every moment they could together and made it harder for a third person to be involved. So Jessica was a very pleasant surprise for both of them. Ogre glanced up at the flushed faces of the young woman and the guitarist and smirked a bit before he quickly went back to his duty, sucking harder on Jessica’s pussy. He was a bit worried at first if she would be weirded out by the fact he and Matthew were together and he knew his band mate shared the same feeling of uneasiness. That feeling was gone, though, when she clearly showed so much interest in having sex with both of them.

Matthew’s growing hard-on was pressed against Jessica’s lower back as he showered her in kisses, aroused as he played with her breasts while he watched his lover hungrily suck and lick her. His member throbbed as she took his lips in hers, kissing him deeply. The guitarist moaned into the kiss and he took her hand, wrapping it around his length and aiding her at stroking him. His other hand went up to grab a fistful of her dark her, deepening the kiss and biting softly at her lips. Ogre felt drops of pre cum begin to dribble from the tip of his cock as he continued lapping at Jessica’s fluid. He wanted to feel her lips on his member and right as he was about to suggest it, she seemed to read his mind. Both men pulled away as the young woman repositioned herself on the bed. Matthew licked his lips at the sight of her wet pussy, and clumsily reached into his suitcase, fumbling around until he found a condom. “Did you get her all wet for me, love?” The guitarist teasingly said, looking at Ogre, who smiled devilishly at him. “Let’s see...” Matthew pushed one finger into her wet entrance. It slid so easily he was almost shocked. He let out an approving hum as he inserted another finger. The guitarist hissed with anticipation as her inner walls clenched around his fingers.

“Now, show me what this cute mouth can do, doll.” Ogre said with a husky voice as he pushed Jessica’s hair away from her face, balling it into his fist. He let out a delighted groan as she began lapping at his cock, closing his eyes and throwing his head back when she finally took him in her mouth. Meanwhile, Matthew rolled the condom over his hard member, guiding himself slowly into her wet pussy. “Oh, fuck.” He breathed as he pushed in, feeling her walls contract deliciously around him. Soon enough, he was all the way in. Matthew smirked as he delivered a slap to one of her buttocks. “You want it hard, babe?” He said, grasping at the sides of her hips before he began to steadily thrust hard inside her, making her body rock back and forth with the intensity of the thrusts.

[hisdevilcharmer]

Sometimes three is not a crowd

The entire concert had been like a dream for Jessica. A very vivid, loud, semi-erotic dream. She could barely take her eyes off the beautiful guitarist. The fair skinned, tall man looked like a god to her as he played. Jessica didn’t know if it was him or the vibrations rumbling up from the floor and through her body that was making her almost unbearably turned on, but she was pretty sure she was wet for most of the concert.

After the show she practically stalked the merchandise booth, hoping the band might show up. For the most part she assumed they wouldn’t, probably choosing to retire to their hotel rooms upstairs, but there was hope. Her hope proved useful when she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see striking eyes and a flurry of dread locks. “Hi..” the young woman barely squeaked. Thankfully the guitarist was better at initiating conversation.

The walk up the stairs felt surreal. Jessica didn’t quite know how it all happened. They had talked, had a drink at the bar, and then Matthew had suggested if she would like to go somewhere quieter. The two barely made it half way up before they were grabbing each other and their mouths hungrily found each other. The pair practically stumbled into Matthew’s room and on to the bed. “I- I can’t believe this is happening…” Jessica panted. Her dress slid off easily, leaving her in her bra and panties. It took a bit more effort to remove Matthew’s clothes with the several hooks and snaps but soon she was able to run her tongue over his bare chest. One hand slid down his now partially removed pants to grasp his length. The two were so engaged in each other neither had thought to lock the door. A small gasp from the young woman was the only sound in the room as both looked up to see Ogre standing beside their bed.

@stringedpleasures

[stringedpleasures]

Being on a stage always had been when Matthew felt alive the most. Sure, he loved producing shows and doing more backstage stuff sometimes, but there was a thrill about stepping on a stage and having a crowd cheer for you that was unlike anything else in life. Sometimes, the guitarist felt he could even get high on that feeling. He was thrilled, too, when Ogre insisted on him being his guitarist for both ohGr and Skinny Puppy. As much as he was nervous about the whole idea, the almost instant chemistry he and the singer shared on stage made things much easier. Everything flowed so naturally that Matthew wasn’t surprised when it led to them having an affair. But even that felt natural with Ogre, and things seemed to be heating up between them, in the best of ways.

Just as Matthew loved sharing the same energy and vibe with Ogre when they were on a stage, he liked to feel a bit of what the crowd was feeling as well. Not being the center of attention had its cons. When sometimes Ogre was too immersed in his character to noticed his surroundings, Matthew took that time to study the crowd’s reactions. In one of those times, the figure of a young woman in the front row caught his eye. She seemed flustered, both by the experience of the concert and, he dared to think, sexual arousal. Whatever was the case, Matthew just smiled at her and carried on playing, shaking his head a bit and making his long dreads fly around him.

From the back of the stage, the guitarist noticed her standing around the merch booth when most of the people had already left. He smiled as he studied her more carefully now. She was actually very attractive, especially in that dress. Matthew decided to make a risky move. He purposefully quietly snuck behind her and tapped her shoulder. At the young woman’s shocked expression, Matthew erupted in giggles. “Hi there, darling. I saw you at the front row ealier. Hope you liked the show.” He smiled as he saw her struggling to find her words. “Would you like to have a drink? It may help you cool down and gather your thoughts. I’ll pay.” Even before she had a chance to react, Matthew was already leading her out of the venue.

After ordering drinks, talking seemed way easier, especially for Jessica. The more she talked, the more the guitarist felt his attraction grow. He had to force himself to wait before suggesting they would go upstairs into his hotel room, and was thrilled when she accepted it. It was during the wait for the elevator that Matthew could no longer hold himself back and kissed Jessica. He was surprised, though, when she hungrily kissed him back, as if she had been bottling up that desire for longer than he had. Matthew almost thought they would do it right inside the elevator, but they managed to get to the room in time. That pretty dress slid off Jessica’s body as easily as he had imagined it would. She was also as gorgeous, if not even more gorgeous, than he imagined. In the frenzy of taking off clothes, Matthew chuckled at her comment. “Do you believe now?” He said just as she began licking his chest. He sighed, feeling his erection grow, and tangled his fingers in her hair and moaned when she grabbed his cock, bucking his hips up.

Matthew barely realized the door had clicked open, but as he saw Ogre’s figure standing beside the bed, he gasped and pulled away from Jessica. “F-Fuck, Kevin, I’m sorry!” He began, but something in his bandmate’s silence and expression made him stop.

“I lost you after the show and I knew you were up to something, Matt.” Matthew watched, startled, as Ogre took off his shirt. “May I join?” Ogre walked up towards a shocked Matthew and chuckled. “What, are you gonna get shy with me now?” He said, sitting on the bed and cupping his jaw with one hand. Ogre pecked and nibbled at Matthew’s trembling lips until he felt the guitarist melt underneath him. “And who is this beauty?” He asked, leaving Matthew to crawl towards Jessica with a devilish smile, raising his hand to gently stroke her cheek while his lips pecked her neck. 

[hisdevilcharmer]

Jessica tried to cover herself as best she could when she saw the singer by the bed. Matthew’s quick apology lead the young woman to believe that Ogre had a rule against the band sleeping with fans, but, as the singer took off his shirt, she quickly thought otherwise. The sight of the older man kissing his guitarist shocked her, but there was a tingle that ran through at the sight of the two men kissing just inches from her. She grasped her coverage a bit tighter as Ogre approached her, still feeling shy about both men seeing her this way. “I - I’m Jessica….” The man’s kisses brought a purr from deep in her throat. The entire situation seemed too bizarre to be real. Not only had she been about to have sex with Matthew but now Ogre, who Jessica did consider a very attractive man as well, was now in the bed with them. Letting the sheet she was holding fall away, the dark haired woman was starting to feel very aroused by the situation.

“I’m guessing you two are… together? I didn’t know that. I… do you both want to?” Her increasing arousal was winning out over her shyness. The thought of both these men fucking her not only in the same night but in the same bed was making her wetter the more she thought about it. “You’re both very sexy, so I think I’m up for it.” In a bold move, Jessica unhooked her bra and slid it off, exposing her breasts. She now wore nothing but her black lace panties. “Do one of you want to help me with these?”

[stringedpleasures]

Sensing Jessica was a bit nervous with the whole situation by the way she grasped at the sheet, trying to cover herself, Ogre stopped kissing her neck and pulled away for a moment to give her space. Maybe they were moving too quickly or she was new to that particular experience. He shot her a friendly smile. “Hi, Jessica. I’m Kevin... But I think you already knew that.” The singer chuckled a bit, reaching out to lovingly stroke her cheek. “You’re really pretty... I mean, Matthew couldn’t take his eyes off you during the whole show. Now I can see why. That was a nice dress you were wearing, but I think I prefer you without it. I think Matthew does so too.” He heard Matthew’s shy laugh as he said that. Then, Ogre’s expression turned serious. “Listen... Is this your first time with two guys? If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell us and we’ll stop.” He said, and the guitarist agreed with a nod. The singer smiled as the sheet began to slide off Jessica’s body along with her shyness.

Matthew climbed back onto the bed right next to Ogre, feeling his own anxiety begin to wear off too. It would be the first time he would have a threesome, and it being with his singer was making him feel a little nervous. Ogre must have noticed that, because he pulled his band mate closer, kissing him once more to try to make him feel calmer. Matthew smiled into the kiss and broke it as Jessica asked if they were together. “Uh, we’re not exactly together... But we have a thing. It’s kinda like friends with benefits... It’s hard to explain.” The guitarist chuckled and Ogre was about to ask him if he wanted to do that, when the young woman did it first. Matthew promptly agreed and Ogre smirked as he saw the look in his eyes when Jessica removed her bra. The singer moved downwards, towards the young woman’s private parts, while the guitarist focused on the top part of her body. “Those are really nice...” Matthew whispered as he reached out to fondle them, playing with her nipples and gently pinching them while he hungrily kissed her. Meanwhile, Ogre gently spread Jessica’s legs, removing her black lace panties. “Oh, she’s already so wet!” He remarked with a smirk as he touched the wet fabric, tossing it aside. The singer began rubbing at the young woman’s clit, and when he looked up again, Matthew was sitting down behind her, his hands exploring every inch of her body and giving a special attention to her breasts as he laid wet kisses on her neck. Just as aroused as both of them, Ogre shamelessly reached down and began jerking off to that sight.

[stringedpleasures]

Of men and fish (Matthew and Ogre/AU)

It all had happened faster than Matthew could process; the merman had been focused on hunting for food, following a shoal of fish, when he felt a sharp tug at the end of his tail. He turned around, confused, and noticed a piece of thin fishing line wrapped around his tail. Before he could reach it in an attempt to remove it, though, another sharp tug yanked his body, making him gasp in surprise and accidentally drop the bone knife he had been holding. When he tried to reach for the object that could cut him loose, he was pulled harshly to the opposite direction. He heard the unmistakable sound of the engine of a boat being turned on, and before he could even react, he was being dragged across the ocean. Matthew screamed both in horror and in pain as the thin fishing line cut into his tail. Air bubbles escaped his mouth as he desperately struggled, calling out for other merfolk to help him, but he had already been dragged way too far for his kin to be able to hear him. 

In the struggle, Matthew ended up tangling himself even more, to the point he could barely swim anymore. Panting with adrenaline, he looked up as he felt himself being pulled upwards. A feeling of horror invaded him as he saw the bottom of the boat just a few feet away from him. The merman resumed his fierce struggle, screaming in agony as the fishing line cut into his skin. At one point he could see his own blood turning the water around him dark red. Tears escaped his piercing grey eyes as he heard the muffled voices of the humans above him. He was so close to the boat now he could reach out and touch it. Summoning the last bit of strenght left in his body, the merman swam downwards and the fishing line finally broke.

Matthew could hear the frustrated sounds of the fishing men on the boat as he sank towards the bottom of the ocean, too drained and wounded to be able to swim. He cried softly as the waves pushed his body. He realized he had been dragged closer to the beach when they started pushing him towards the sand. Unable to resist them, the merman finally washed ashore. Being part human, Matthew was able to breathe out of water, but only for a certain amount of time. In land, he once more tried to free himself from the fishing line, only now realizing the extent of the damage; not only it had sliced him everywhere and was cutting deeper with each move he made, but it somehow had also twisted his tail and his right arm into a painful angle that he couldn’t reach with his other arm. The merman angrily thrashed around, crying out as the line cut into his skin, tears escaping his eyes. When Matthew heard footsteps close, he settled down. As the human male came into his view, he let out a threatening hiss, revealing the two rows of very sharp teeth inside his mouth. He knew that in his state, though, he barely had any chance against the man. Matthew was terrified; that was the closest to a human he had ever been. He had no idea they were so tall, since he had only seen them in boats. And from the stories he had heard, that was one of the dangerous types of human. Hissing, he fruitlessly tried to claw at the man, crying out when the sudden movement made the line dig even deeper into his skin. He fearfully gazed up as the man approached him. That probably meant he would die.

@undevelopedogre

[undevelopedogre]

The sound of the alarm jolted Ogre from his dream. As usual his dreams were little more than random images of the sites he frequently saw when he was awake - torn scales, blood, lifeless eyes. He would have remained in his bed for the rest of the day if he didn’t need the money. Groaning, Ogre swung his legs over the bed and reached for the same clothes he had worn the day before. Most days blended together now anyway.

It wasn’t always this way. Ogre, or Kevin, as he had once been known, was born and raised in the tiny fishing village, but it had never felt like home. His earliest memories of his father, who had passed when Ogre was in his 20s, consisted of being taught how to be a fisherman. It was expected of him. Few ever left the village. Each man was expected to work in the fishing industry in some form or another and, for most of his early life, Ogre had no reason to believe he’d escape the same fate. It wasn’t until high school that music rescued him. All of Ogre’s allowance went to records and music magazines from the stores in town. When he didn’t have the money, he stole them. He dyed his dark brown hair jet black and began practicing his makeup skills. A smirk came to Ogre’s now lined face as he remembered his younger years. He had stood out among the other youth in the village, leading to him gaining the nickname “Ogre” for his anti-social ways. He only became more of a laughingstock when he announced that not only did he not want to kill fish but didn’t even want to eat them. In need of money to get out of his parents house and away from the village, Ogre took a job helping to make nets, which was commonly seen as women’s work, and saved every bit of cash he could until he could the move to the city.

The city had been like a fever dream for Ogre. There were clubs that played the music he had previously only heard in records alone in his room. There were people who looked like him and even wilder. He quickly got a job bartending and began building his new life. For the first few months Ogre thought he was living his dream, but reality slowly began to set in. Heartbreaks, failed musical ventures, dead end jobs, and a rapidly growing drug addiction all started taking their toll. His father died, still bitter with his son for leaving. His mother only spoke to him a few more times before her own death. The end of his new life found him curled up on his side, surrounded by beer bottles and needles, crying as the landlord knocked on his door and screamed about the rent for the third time. He couldn’t stay.

Ogre began his walk down to the water. He had been home over a year now, living in a room he rented above another fisherman’s house. He took the easiest job he could, which mainly consisted of checking the nets multiple times a day. It barely paid anything, but it was enough to keep his room, put food on the table, and get drunk on Saturday nights at the village’s only bar. At least he wasn’t using drugs anymore, he told himself. Ogre hated the work and felt like a murderer every time he saw the gasping fish in the huge nets. There was a pain in his heart as he was reminded again that he wasn’t skilled enough for anything else. All he knew was fishing and serving drinks. Too bad the bar already had a bartender. Ogre was a few feet from the net when he saw shiny scales glistening in the sun. At first he mistook it for a large fish that had washed ashore and, regardless of his work, his instinct was to push it back in the water. Racing toward the animal, Ogre grew more curious as he realized the scales were unlike anything he had seen. They were almost glittering. The man stopped dead in his tracks as the sight of the creature in front of him came into full view. In front of his was something that was half man, half fish, and clearly threatened. Ogre timidly stepped back as the merman hissed at him and bared it’s teeth. He wondered if this was some sort of joke. “Y-you’re b-bleeding”, he stammered, unsure if the figure on the ground understood him. “L-let me help you, p-please…” Gently the man edged closer and began to untangle the fishing line. He felt the scales and also the unmistakable flesh of a man. Looking into the merman’s eyes, Ogre was at a loss for words except the question screaming inside his head. “What the fuck are you?”

[stringedpleasures]

Matthew remembered the first time he saw a great white shark. He was still a small child, and the animal was at least three time his size. He remembered how utterly terrified he was, how for a moment it seemed like there was just him and the beast, alone in the deep sea and how imposing and powerful the shark’s presence alone was. He remembered how he tried to hide behind his father for protection, but the merman yanked him by the arm, scolding him and pulling him closer to the big shark. The young boy was in awe as he studied the thick, scarred skin of the giant in front of him, marveling at the sight of its sharp teeth and deep, black eyes that told ancient stories. Matthew never forgot his father’s words, telling him how he should never be scared of sharks, because they were able to sense fear in their prey. And neither him, nor any merfolk, were sharks’ prey. In the ocean, they were equals, the strongest hunters and the top of the food chain. There seemed to be a sort of unspoken, mutual respect between sharks and merfolk. With humans, there wasn’t any room for respect, though. Countless times during his youth, Matthew saw how they had no respect for the sea and how especially cruel they were when they fished for sharks to collect their fins, and how they would throw the living animal back into the sea after cutting off their fins. He was never able to understand how they could do that to such a majestic creature. In some nights, Matthew would be tormented by nightmares in which he would be the one caught in a fishing net and have his fins cut off before he would be thrown back into the sea to die a slow and painful death.

Matthew didn’t know if he was trembling due to the cold sea wind blowing against his wet skin, the pain of his bleeding cuts or due to how terrified he was. It was probably a mixture of the three. He felt like a scared little boy again, flinching away as the man approached him and he couldn’t tell if he was gasping because of how the fear suffocated him or if he was actually running out of air. When the man spoke, Matthew blinked, confused. He spoke too softly for someone so threatening. The merman watched him with attention as he gently came closer to him. He gritted his teeth, hissing as the other reached out to touch him. But as he began untangling the fishing line from Matthew’s body, the merman settled down and relaxed in order to allow him to release him. A deep sigh of relief escaped his lips as he was completely free. Matthew sat up, groaning as he finally saw the extent of the damage the line had done. He held up his previously tangled arm that was now covered in cuts that spread throughout his whole body. He hissed as he tried to move his tail around, tearing up as the deep wounds stung. Matthew looked at the sea in front of him. He was in no shape to swim home. If he went back into the sea, he would most likely become shark food. If he stayed in land, he would suffocate to death, and he couldn’t ignore that there was still a chance that the human in front of him would decide to kill him.

Matthew looked back at the raven haired man. He seemed just as confused as him. Oddly, the merman didn’t sense anything malicious in him. If anything, he sensed exactly the opposite. Just like in the episode with the shark, Matthew felt a child-like curiosity invade him as he studied the lines on his face. When they locked eyes, though, the merman felt his stomach drop. He frowned as he inched closer to his face, never breaking eye contact. There was a deep sadness inside him; Matthew could feel it almost as if it was his own. Averting his eyes, he looked down, this time to the man’s hands. They were covered in small, white scars that were very similar to the ones he saw on the bodies of sharks who had escaped fishing nets. Mindlessly, the merman reached out and gently traced them with his fingers. “Thank you.” He said, his voice a mere weak whisper. Matthew was about to reply to the raven haired man’s confusing question, when he was suddenly overcome by a strong dizziness. He grasped his savior’s shoulder for support, but collapsed on the sand anyway. It was a matter of seconds before he lost consciousness.

[undevelopedogre]

Ogre studied the creature in front of him with awe. Was it possible this was really one of the long-fabled merfolk? Stories had long abounded of a race of fantastical creatures that lived in the waters. Most older fisherman had a standard story they’d tell after a few too many drinks. They were almost always the same - just a glimpse of a half human, half fish creature among the waters. Then there was Buddy’s story.

Ogre had grown up with Buddy. Both boys were in the same grade and took swimming lessons together. One night they and another group of young boys decided to be rebellious during a sleepover, stealing bottles of beer from their parents fridges and sneaking out. A few drinks later and they were showing off on the rope swings above the lake. Ogre still remembered Buddy’s laugh as he climbed to the top of the tallest tree and proudly leapt into the water. Seconds turned into a minute and the young boy still hadn’t surfaced. Ogre and his friends quickly dove into the water’s dark depths in an attempt to rescue their friend. It was him who pulled Buddy to the surface and on to dry land. After several struggled gasps for air, the boy began screaming that he had seen a “man fish” in the water. He described how the merman had bared his teeth at him in an attempt to bite and how he was certain he had passed out from fear. All the boys except Ogre laughed, saying he just hit his head and hallucinated. Only Ogre was willing to consider the possibility, though, as the boy continued to be teased for his story in the months to come, he too came to believe it was just a dream. Eventually even Buddy believed that.

As the merman thanked him, Ogre struggled to find words. “Y-you’re real”, he stammered, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the scales that shone in the light. As the creature passed out, panic set in. Ogre knew nothing of merfolk and how to help them. He thought of pushing him back into the water, but the blood made it likely that another animal might see him as food. His instincts told him that water was needed, however, so he did the only thing he could think of. Gently, he lifted the merman into his arms and began both carrying and dragging him toward his home.

Checking the temperature of the water for the second time, Ogre tried to make sure the bath water in his small tub mimicked the lake’s coolnes as much as possible. The majestic man he had rescued had yet to wake. Timidly, the human male reached out to touch the merman’s sleeping face, tracing his jawline with his fingertips. “Wake up, wake up, wake up”, he whispered like a mantra.

[stringedpleasures]

The feeling of something soft gently brushing against Matthew’s jaw line was what brought him back to his senses. The sudden jerky movement of his body made water splash around the room. The merman’s eyes shot open and, in a pure instinctive reaction, he grabbed the stranger’s wrist, his claw shaped nails digging into his skin as he hissed threateningly. He was about to bite at the man’s jugular, when he realized who that was. Slowly releasing his grip on his savior’s wrist, Matthew settled down, feeling a sense of guilt wash over him. He had just almost attacked the man who had saved his life. “I’m sorry.” The merman said, looking down. Only then he realized where he was. Matthew frowned as he looked around the room. It was unlike anywhere he had ever been. He even found it hard to process and try to figure out where he was. He thought it could perhaps be where the man lived, but it was still hard for him to tell since the room looked nothing like where he lived in. A feeling of panic began to settle inside him. Matthew looked back at the man, who seemed to be as confused as the merman was. Still, he couldn’t sense anything dangerous about him. That still didn’t help him calm down.

“W-Where am I?!” Matthew’s voice broke as he struggled to keep his composure. He was on the verge of tears, completely terrified and not looking like the strong sea predator he was. The merman was in a human’s territory, somewhere he had never seen any sea creature return from alive, and everything he had witnessed and heard told him that that man could still potentially kill him. His mind was already picturing the man cutting his fins off and leaving him to die. “Stay away from me!” Matthew hissed, leaning back against the wall and propping his body up. He eyed the human in front of him and prepared to attack. Being a skilled predator, it would take him just one bite at the jugular to make the man bleed to death. But then, Matthew looked down at his injured right arm. A thought came to his mind. He would kill the man and then what? He had no way of escaping wherever he was and he also had no idea how close to the sea they were. Even if he managed to escape, he was still too weak and hurt to be able to swim. He had lost way too much blood, every small movement made his body hurt and he was also extremely hungry. Matthew’s only choice was to trust the man in front of him. “Who are you, human? W-What do you want from me?!” He tried to sound confident, but was still obviously terrified. “Please... D-Don’t kill me.” The merman looked down as he quietly spoke. It felt deeply humiliating that he was pleading for his life, but he had to do that if it meant he would live.

[stringedpleasures]

Of men and fish (Matthew and Ogre/AU)

It all had happened faster than Matthew could process; the merman had been focused on hunting for food, following a shoal of fish, when he felt a sharp tug at the end of his tail. He turned around, confused, and noticed a piece of thin fishing line wrapped around his tail. Before he could reach it in an attempt to remove it, though, another sharp tug yanked his body, making him gasp in surprise and accidentally drop the bone knife he had been holding. When he tried to reach for the object that could cut him loose, he was pulled harshly to the opposite direction. He heard the unmistakable sound of the engine of a boat being turned on, and before he could even react, he was being dragged across the ocean. Matthew screamed both in horror and in pain as the thin fishing line cut into his tail. Air bubbles escaped his mouth as he desperately struggled, calling out for other merfolk to help him, but he had already been dragged way too far for his kin to be able to hear him. 

In the struggle, Matthew ended up tangling himself even more, to the point he could barely swim anymore. Panting with adrenaline, he looked up as he felt himself being pulled upwards. A feeling of horror invaded him as he saw the bottom of the boat just a few feet away from him. The merman resumed his fierce struggle, screaming in agony as the fishing line cut into his skin. At one point he could see his own blood turning the water around him dark red. Tears escaped his piercing grey eyes as he heard the muffled voices of the humans above him. He was so close to the boat now he could reach out and touch it. Summoning the last bit of strenght left in his body, the merman swam downwards and the fishing line finally broke.

Matthew could hear the frustrated sounds of the fishing men on the boat as he sank towards the bottom of the ocean, too drained and wounded to be able to swim. He cried softly as the waves pushed his body. He realized he had been dragged closer to the beach when they started pushing him towards the sand. Unable to resist them, the merman finally washed ashore. Being part human, Matthew was able to breathe out of water, but only for a certain amount of time. In land, he once more tried to free himself from the fishing line, only now realizing the extent of the damage; not only it had sliced him everywhere and was cutting deeper with each move he made, but it somehow had also twisted his tail and his right arm into a painful angle that he couldn’t reach with his other arm. The merman angrily thrashed around, crying out as the line cut into his skin, tears escaping his eyes. When Matthew heard footsteps close, he settled down. As the human male came into his view, he let out a threatening hiss, revealing the two rows of very sharp teeth inside his mouth. He knew that in his state, though, he barely had any chance against the man. Matthew was terrified; that was the closest to a human he had ever been. He had no idea they were so tall, since he had only seen them in boats. And from the stories he had heard, that was one of the dangerous types of human. Hissing, he fruitlessly tried to claw at the man, crying out when the sudden movement made the line dig even deeper into his skin. He fearfully gazed up as the man approached him. That probably meant he would die.

@undevelopedogre

[undevelopedogre]

The sound of the alarm jolted Ogre from his dream. As usual his dreams were little more than random images of the sites he frequently saw when he was awake - torn scales, blood, lifeless eyes. He would have remained in his bed for the rest of the day if he didn’t need the money. Groaning, Ogre swung his legs over the bed and reached for the same clothes he had worn the day before. Most days blended together now anyway.

It wasn’t always this way. Ogre, or Kevin, as he had once been known, was born and raised in the tiny fishing village, but it had never felt like home. His earliest memories of his father, who had passed when Ogre was in his 20s, consisted of being taught how to be a fisherman. It was expected of him. Few ever left the village. Each man was expected to work in the fishing industry in some form or another and, for most of his early life, Ogre had no reason to believe he’d escape the same fate. It wasn’t until high school that music rescued him. All of Ogre’s allowance went to records and music magazines from the stores in town. When he didn’t have the money, he stole them. He dyed his dark brown hair jet black and began practicing his makeup skills. A smirk came to Ogre’s now lined face as he remembered his younger years. He had stood out among the other youth in the village, leading to him gaining the nickname “Ogre” for his anti-social ways. He only became more of a laughingstock when he announced that not only did he not want to kill fish but didn’t even want to eat them. In need of money to get out of his parents house and away from the village, Ogre took a job helping to make nets, which was commonly seen as women’s work, and saved every bit of cash he could until he could the move to the city.

The city had been like a fever dream for Ogre. There were clubs that played the music he had previously only heard in records alone in his room. There were people who looked like him and even wilder. He quickly got a job bartending and began building his new life. For the first few months Ogre thought he was living his dream, but reality slowly began to set in. Heartbreaks, failed musical ventures, dead end jobs, and a rapidly growing drug addiction all started taking their toll. His father died, still bitter with his son for leaving. His mother only spoke to him a few more times before her own death. The end of his new life found him curled up on his side, surrounded by beer bottles and needles, crying as the landlord knocked on his door and screamed about the rent for the third time. He couldn’t stay.

Ogre began his walk down to the water. He had been home over a year now, living in a room he rented above another fisherman’s house. He took the easiest job he could, which mainly consisted of checking the nets multiple times a day. It barely paid anything, but it was enough to keep his room, put food on the table, and get drunk on Saturday nights at the village’s only bar. At least he wasn’t using drugs anymore, he told himself. Ogre hated the work and felt like a murderer every time he saw the gasping fish in the huge nets. There was a pain in his heart as he was reminded again that he wasn’t skilled enough for anything else. All he knew was fishing and serving drinks. Too bad the bar already had a bartender. Ogre was a few feet from the net when he saw shiny scales glistening in the sun. At first he mistook it for a large fish that had washed ashore and, regardless of his work, his instinct was to push it back in the water. Racing toward the animal, Ogre grew more curious as he realized the scales were unlike anything he had seen. They were almost glittering. The man stopped dead in his tracks as the sight of the creature in front of him came into full view. In front of his was something that was half man, half fish, and clearly threatened. Ogre timidly stepped back as the merman hissed at him and bared it’s teeth. He wondered if this was some sort of joke. “Y-you’re b-bleeding”, he stammered, unsure if the figure on the ground understood him. “L-let me help you, p-please…” Gently the man edged closer and began to untangle the fishing line. He felt the scales and also the unmistakable flesh of a man. Looking into the merman’s eyes, Ogre was at a loss for words except the question screaming inside his head. “What the fuck are you?”

[stringedpleasures]

Matthew remembered the first time he saw a great white shark. He was still a small child, and the animal was at least three time his size. He remembered how utterly terrified he was, how for a moment it seemed like there was just him and the beast, alone in the deep sea and how imposing and powerful the shark’s presence alone was. He remembered how he tried to hide behind his father for protection, but the merman yanked him by the arm, scolding him and pulling him closer to the big shark. The young boy was in awe as he studied the thick, scarred skin of the giant in front of him, marveling at the sight of its sharp teeth and deep, black eyes that told ancient stories. Matthew never forgot his father’s words, telling him how he should never be scared of sharks, because they were able to sense fear in their prey. And neither him, nor any merfolk, were sharks’ prey. In the ocean, they were equals, the strongest hunters and the top of the food chain. There seemed to be a sort of unspoken, mutual respect between sharks and merfolk. With humans, there wasn’t any room for respect, though. Countless times during his youth, Matthew saw how they had no respect for the sea and how especially cruel they were when they fished for sharks to collect their fins, and how they would throw the living animal back into the sea after cutting off their fins. He was never able to understand how they could do that to such a majestic creature. In some nights, Matthew would be tormented by nightmares in which he would be the one caught in a fishing net and have his fins cut off before he would be thrown back into the sea to die a slow and painful death.

Matthew didn’t know if he was trembling due to the cold sea wind blowing against his wet skin, the pain of his bleeding cuts or due to how terrified he was. It was probably a mixture of the three. He felt like a scared little boy again, flinching away as the man approached him and he couldn’t tell if he was gasping because of how the fear suffocated him or if he was actually running out of air. When the man spoke, Matthew blinked, confused. He spoke too softly for someone so threatening. The merman watched him with attention as he gently came closer to him. He gritted his teeth, hissing as the other reached out to touch him. But as he began untangling the fishing line from Matthew’s body, the merman settled down and relaxed in order to allow him to release him. A deep sigh of relief escaped his lips as he was completely free. Matthew sat up, groaning as he finally saw the extent of the damage the line had done. He held up his previously tangled arm that was now covered in cuts that spread throughout his whole body. He hissed as he tried to move his tail around, tearing up as the deep wounds stung. Matthew looked at the sea in front of him. He was in no shape to swim home. If he went back into the sea, he would most likely become shark food. If he stayed in land, he would suffocate to death, and he couldn’t ignore that there was still a chance that the human in front of him would decide to kill him.

Matthew looked back at the raven haired man. He seemed just as confused as him. Oddly, the merman didn’t sense anything malicious in him. If anything, he sensed exactly the opposite. Just like in the episode with the shark, Matthew felt a child-like curiosity invade him as he studied the lines on his face. When they locked eyes, though, the merman felt his stomach drop. He frowned as he inched closer to his face, never breaking eye contact. There was a deep sadness inside him; Matthew could feel it almost as if it was his own. Averting his eyes, he looked down, this time to the man’s hands. They were covered in small, white scars that were very similar to the ones he saw on the bodies of sharks who had escaped fishing nets. Mindlessly, the merman reached out and gently traced them with his fingers. “Thank you.” He said, his voice a mere weak whisper. Matthew was about to reply to the raven haired man’s confusing question, when he was suddenly overcome by a strong dizziness. He grasped his savior’s shoulder for support, but collapsed on the sand anyway. It was a matter of seconds before he lost consciousness.

[stringedpleasures]

Of men and fish (Matthew and Ogre/AU)

It all had happened faster than Matthew could process; the merman had been focused on hunting for food, following a shoal of fish, when he felt a sharp tug at the end of his tail. He turned around, confused, and noticed a piece of thin fishing line wrapped around his tail. Before he could reach it in an attempt to remove it, though, another sharp tug yanked his body, making him gasp in surprise and accidentally drop the bone knife he had been holding. When he tried to reach for the object that could cut him loose, he was pulled harshly to the opposite direction. He heard the unmistakable sound of the engine of a boat being turned on, and before he could even react, he was being dragged across the ocean. Matthew screamed both in horror and in pain as the thin fishing line cut into his tail. Air bubbles escaped his mouth as he desperately struggled, calling out for other merfolk to help him, but he had already been dragged way too far for his kin to be able to hear him. 

In the struggle, Matthew ended up tangling himself even more, to the point he could barely swim anymore. Panting with adrenaline, he looked up as he felt himself being pulled upwards. A feeling of horror invaded him as he saw the bottom of the boat just a few feet away from him. The merman resumed his fierce struggle, screaming in agony as the fishing line cut into his skin. At one point he could see his own blood turning the water around him dark red. Tears escaped his piercing grey eyes as he heard the muffled voices of the humans above him. He was so close to the boat now he could reach out and touch it. Summoning the last bit of strenght left in his body, the merman swam downwards and the fishing line finally broke.

Matthew could hear the frustrated sounds of the fishing men on the boat as he sank towards the bottom of the ocean, too drained and wounded to be able to swim. He cried softly as the waves pushed his body. He realized he had been dragged closer to the beach when they started pushing him towards the sand. Unable to resist them, the merman finally washed ashore. Being part human, Matthew was able to breathe out of water, but only for a certain amount of time. In land, he once more tried to free himself from the fishing line, only now realizing the extent of the damage; not only it had sliced him everywhere and was cutting deeper with each move he made, but it somehow had also twisted his tail and his right arm into a painful angle that he couldn’t reach with his other arm. The merman angrily thrashed around, crying out as the line cut into his skin, tears escaping his eyes. When Matthew heard footsteps close, he settled down. As the human male came into his view, he let out a threatening hiss, revealing the two rows of very sharp teeth inside his mouth. He knew that in his state, though, he barely had any chance against the man. Matthew was terrified; that was the closest to a human he had ever been. He had no idea they were so tall, since he had only seen them in boats. And from the stories he had heard, that was one of the dangerous types of human. Hissing, he fruitlessly tried to claw at the man, crying out when the sudden movement made the line dig even deeper into his skin. He fearfully gazed up as the man approached him. That probably meant he would die.

@undevelopedogre

[hisdevilcharmer]

Sometimes three is not a crowd

The entire concert had been like a dream for Jessica. A very vivid, loud, semi-erotic dream. She could barely take her eyes off the beautiful guitarist. The fair skinned, tall man looked like a god to her as he played. Jessica didn’t know if it was him or the vibrations rumbling up from the floor and through her body that was making her almost unbearably turned on, but she was pretty sure she was wet for most of the concert.

After the show she practically stalked the merchandise booth, hoping the band might show up. For the most part she assumed they wouldn’t, probably choosing to retire to their hotel rooms upstairs, but there was hope. Her hope proved useful when she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see striking eyes and a flurry of dread locks. “Hi..” the young woman barely squeaked. Thankfully the guitarist was better at initiating conversation.

The walk up the stairs felt surreal. Jessica didn’t quite know how it all happened. They had talked, had a drink at the bar, and then Matthew had suggested if she would like to go somewhere quieter. The two barely made it half way up before they were grabbing each other and their mouths hungrily found each other. The pair practically stumbled into Matthew’s room and on to the bed. “I- I can’t believe this is happening…” Jessica panted. Her dress slid off easily, leaving her in her bra and panties. It took a bit more effort to remove Matthew’s clothes with the several hooks and snaps but soon she was able to run her tongue over his bare chest. One hand slid down his now partially removed pants to grasp his length. The two were so engaged in each other neither had thought to lock the door. A small gasp from the young woman was the only sound in the room as both looked up to see Ogre standing beside their bed.

@stringedpleasures

[stringedpleasures]

Being on a stage always had been when Matthew felt alive the most. Sure, he loved producing shows and doing more backstage stuff sometimes, but there was a thrill about stepping on a stage and having a crowd cheer for you that was unlike anything else in life. Sometimes, the guitarist felt he could even get high on that feeling. He was thrilled, too, when Ogre insisted on him being his guitarist for both ohGr and Skinny Puppy. As much as he was nervous about the whole idea, the almost instant chemistry he and the singer shared on stage made things much easier. Everything flowed so naturally that Matthew wasn’t surprised when it led to them having an affair. But even that felt natural with Ogre, and things seemed to be heating up between them, in the best of ways.

Just as Matthew loved sharing the same energy and vibe with Ogre when they were on a stage, he liked to feel a bit of what the crowd was feeling as well. Not being the center of attention had its cons. When sometimes Ogre was too immersed in his character to noticed his surroundings, Matthew took that time to study the crowd’s reactions. In one of those times, the figure of a young woman in the front row caught his eye. She seemed flustered, both by the experience of the concert and, he dared to think, sexual arousal. Whatever was the case, Matthew just smiled at her and carried on playing, shaking his head a bit and making his long dreads fly around him.

From the back of the stage, the guitarist noticed her standing around the merch booth when most of the people had already left. He smiled as he studied her more carefully now. She was actually very attractive, especially in that dress. Matthew decided to make a risky move. He purposefully quietly snuck behind her and tapped her shoulder. At the young woman’s shocked expression, Matthew erupted in giggles. “Hi there, darling. I saw you at the front row ealier. Hope you liked the show.” He smiled as he saw her struggling to find her words. “Would you like to have a drink? It may help you cool down and gather your thoughts. I’ll pay.” Even before she had a chance to react, Matthew was already leading her out of the venue.

After ordering drinks, talking seemed way easier, especially for Jessica. The more she talked, the more the guitarist felt his attraction grow. He had to force himself to wait before suggesting they would go upstairs into his hotel room, and was thrilled when she accepted it. It was during the wait for the elevator that Matthew could no longer hold himself back and kissed Jessica. He was surprised, though, when she hungrily kissed him back, as if she had been bottling up that desire for longer than he had. Matthew almost thought they would do it right inside the elevator, but they managed to get to the room in time. That pretty dress slid off Jessica’s body as easily as he had imagined it would. She was also as gorgeous, if not even more gorgeous, than he imagined. In the frenzy of taking off clothes, Matthew chuckled at her comment. “Do you believe now?” He said just as she began licking his chest. He sighed, feeling his erection grow, and tangled his fingers in her hair and moaned when she grabbed his cock, bucking his hips up.

Matthew barely realized the door had clicked open, but as he saw Ogre’s figure standing beside the bed, he gasped and pulled away from Jessica. “F-Fuck, Kevin, I’m sorry!” He began, but something in his bandmate’s silence and expression made him stop.

“I lost you after the show and I knew you were up to something, Matt.” Matthew watched, startled, as Ogre took off his shirt. “May I join?” Ogre walked up towards a shocked Matthew and chuckled. “What, are you gonna get shy with me now?” He said, sitting on the bed and cupping his jaw with one hand. Ogre pecked and nibbled at Matthew’s trembling lips until he felt the guitarist melt underneath him. “And who is this beauty?” He asked, leaving Matthew to crawl towards Jessica with a devilish smile, raising his hand to gently stroke her cheek while his lips pecked her neck.