#-mikael

[mikaelsfallen]

I see you.

With gore and snuff under your dislikes list in your bio but clicking that little heart on all my posts...

Don't worry, your little secret is safe with me. When you turn up in pieces, with new fucked out holes, nobody except me will know just how much you liked it.

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After slicing your thighs wide open, I took the time to stitch you up. Skin pulled taught, held together with polypropylene.

You doze, still strapped to the cool, metal table. It's not the kind of rest that actually refreshes you. No. You flinch every time something clatters as I move around the space and clean up. On alert, waiting for more.

You look perfect like this. Scared, in pain, but too exhausted to do more than roll your head to one side or the other as you attempt to locate me within the room.

My gaze can't help but catch on those damn sutures. I just finished cleaning everything up. I should hold off, wait until I visit you again. My dick has other ideas though, throbbing as I continue to stare.

I have no self control, really. And, who am I to deny myself such pleasure?

The rustle of clothes draws a broken whimper from you, sending a shiver down my spine.

A tug, a deep inhale, and then there's the head of my cock against the wound. Hot, hard flesh slowly tunnels forward, forcing the clean edges of the gash back open. The stitches pull, accompanied by the slick squelch of subcutaneous tissues engulfing my cock.

Fuck that's good.

I wish I had thought this through, I wish I would have given you something to make you more coherent so I could listen to you scream while I turned your thigh into a fucking fleshlight. Next time, next time for sure.

It's a fucking mess, chunks of yellow tissue sticking to my dick and pelvis with every thrust, blood spilling out and pooling beneath where you lay, coating my balls. It's a sight to see, really. I should take pictures and develop them so I can show them to you later.

All too soon, I'm spilling spurt after spurt into your reopened wound, huffing in ragged breaths.

The "let's get you cleaned up again" I murmur falls on deaf ears, considering you most certainly weren't truly conscious for most of that. Oh well.

Time to start the process over.

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If you followed my other blog(s), @hells-mongrel is where you can find me now.

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r0ttedhound got blown up and I'm not remaking because I am way too lazy. Rest in peace, several hundred followers and mutuals. I don't remember most of your handles, so meh.

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Honestly, I have never been one for pretty sounds. Soft sighs, gentle whispers... They do nothing for me.

No, I want it raw. As raw as the meat I cut away from your bones. Screams so visceral that your throat gets torn to bits, crying so hard you're throwing up, only softening to whimpers when your consciousness starts to slip.

There's nothing pretty about what I want. It's ugly. It's messy. It's putrid. Taking pieces of you because they belong to me. I want you dripping in blood and bile. Covered in the stench of the rust from where I keep you, your fear, and my excitement. Sharp and acrid.

There's no softness held here for you, you'll be stripped bare of it piece by agonising piece. Until there's nothing left. I will consume you, body and mind, until your lungs rattle with one final heaving effort.

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Hundreds of tiny rice grains dig into your knees as you whisper soft prayers under your breath. You look lovely, brows pinched together in concentration and your lips drawn ever so slightly downwards with a grimace.

The discomfort in your knees is supposed to be a reminder, a deterrent to keep you from repeating the same sin. Ah, but why are you squirming like that? I can clearly see you- rocking side to side in a way you think is subtle, grinding your knees into those grains.

It's not. I can see you, I can smell you. That faint musky scent of arousal. This isn't a punishment. Not for the likes of you.

I daydream of bending you over, pushing you forward and digging those grains further into your skin, making you recite penance while I sodomise you.

How quickly will your screams change from cries to your god to cries against your god, taking his name vain?

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The smell of pure adrenaline and animalism will never not arouse me.

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I'm creeping on you while you sleep.

You left a crack in the door that I just couldn't resist peering through. You look so cute, curled up in the nest of blankets and pillows you call a bed. Every light in the room is off but you fell asleep with the TV on, so I can see you quite well.

The way your cheek is squished against the pillow, the curve of your ass where you have one leg hitched over the body pillow you're hugging. You look so peaceful.

I can't help it. Without even realising it I'm leaning forward. It's a miracle I'm not falling through the door and landing face first onto the carpet. I just have to get closer. The door eeks open just a little further and I can hear your soft snores now. Oh fuck.

In an instant my hands are down my shorts and I'm stroking myself with a furious pace. Picturing slipping inside, silently creeping closer, stroking my cock over your face while you're completely oblivious. I could cum all over that sweet face and you would never know.

Instead, I'm spilling all over my hand, biting my lip to suppress my groan so I don't wake you. I breathe through the aftershocks and quickly pull the door shut.

Next time. Yeah, next time.