*Ironic, isn't it, that a boy from Sunnydale marries someone called the Master. Even if they were very drunk at the time.
*And unfortunately for you, Andrew, your new husband is quite as crazy as someone called the Master ought to be. So I hope you don't mind that your new husband is trying to decide if he should just eat you or consummate this 'marriage' first.*
[...Gulp. He squirms, sweating visibly. This whole thing seemed like a much better idea before the alcohol started to wear off. When he speaks, his voice is a squeak.]
Y-yes? Th-they could be a... a lot looser, actually. Or, you know, off.
Do you want him to survive this, or should the Master wind up eating him?ofdrumsthesoundSeptember 20 2011, 00:59:14 UTC
*He giggles* Sorry, but no.
I know I was drunk, but just how drunk were you? Because I do distinctly remember telling you that I'm a dangerous psychotic who likes to eat people and you responding by asking to marry me.
So, would you like to spead your legs for me? Or should I just have breakfast in bed?
I AM ACTUALLY COOL WITH EITHER OUTCOME, haha. I'll leave it up to you? XDwatcherwellsSeptember 20 2011, 01:19:38 UTC
I only had like... [Please hold. He's counting on his fingers.] ...Okay, maybe a lot of drinks.
[And, oh lordy, was he really the one who proposed? Because he does not remember that. ...But he does have a thing for the dangerous type, after all. He never realised how much trouble that particular repressed fancy could get him into. Speaking of repressed facies, he still hasn't even really told anyone he's gay in so many words. This is all very new and he is a delicate virgin and this is just not how he imagined things going.]
Is there anything you like besides, uh, human flesh? I'm a really good cook! If you untie me, I-I can make you a gourmet meal!
:D Death it is, then. I like death :PofdrumsthesoundSeptember 20 2011, 01:33:45 UTC
Sorry, human is my favorite. It gives me a chance to soothe my horrible sadistic urges. *He licks his lips* If you're good I suppose I could break your back before I cook you, you won't feel it that way.
By good, though, I do mean sexually. It's been a while since I had a nice young man like you to fuck. *He licks his lips* You get to choose, kid--spread your legs and I'll make it painless or die virginal but screaming.
[He squeezes his eyes shut and gulps again. Both of these options are somewhat terrifying, so bargaining is going to deteriorate into outright begging now.]
Please! If you spare me, I'll... I'll do anything! I can be a good wife-- husband-- whatever... thingie. I'm good at taking orders, a-and I have extensive, uhmm, henchman experience!
*He grins and licks his lips.* I don't need a henchman at the moment, sorry.
I could spit-roast you, what do you think of that? It starts out rather pleasant, really, the feel of the cool spit going down your throat.
Yes, you'll roast up nicely. But first I think I need a release. *And he switches the chains so Andrew is on his back.* If you ask politely I'll lube you up and go gentle.
[He tenses up-- clearly they have very different definitions of the word 'pleasant.' But bargaining didn't work and begging didn't work, so it'll have to be following orders and asking nicely. He whimpers.]
O-okay... [More useless squirming. Well, if he does that, maybe the Master will change his mind? ...Yeah, Andrew-Logic is not perfect.] I think... yes.
Oh good. *He grins and strips, then sits down by Andrew's head.* If you swallow I'll be nice enough to break your back before the next bit--I tend to be pretty rough, and you're a virgin, so it'll be painful otherwise.
*And with that he pulls Andrew's face into his crotch, wrapping his legs around his neck.* Do me.
*And unfortunately for you, Andrew, your new husband is quite as crazy as someone called the Master ought to be. So I hope you don't mind that your new husband is trying to decide if he should just eat you or consummate this 'marriage' first.*
Are the chains tight enough, darling?
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Y-yes? Th-they could be a... a lot looser, actually. Or, you know, off.
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I know I was drunk, but just how drunk were you? Because I do distinctly remember telling you that I'm a dangerous psychotic who likes to eat people and you responding by asking to marry me.
So, would you like to spead your legs for me? Or should I just have breakfast in bed?
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[And, oh lordy, was he really the one who proposed? Because he does not remember that. ...But he does have a thing for the dangerous type, after all. He never realised how much trouble that particular repressed fancy could get him into. Speaking of repressed facies, he still hasn't even really told anyone he's gay in so many words. This is all very new and he is a delicate virgin and this is just not how he imagined things going.]
Is there anything you like besides, uh, human flesh? I'm a really good cook! If you untie me, I-I can make you a gourmet meal!
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By good, though, I do mean sexually. It's been a while since I had a nice young man like you to fuck. *He licks his lips* You get to choose, kid--spread your legs and I'll make it painless or die virginal but screaming.
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Please! If you spare me, I'll... I'll do anything! I can be a good wife-- husband-- whatever... thingie. I'm good at taking orders, a-and I have extensive, uhmm, henchman experience!
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I could spit-roast you, what do you think of that? It starts out rather pleasant, really, the feel of the cool spit going down your throat.
Yes, you'll roast up nicely. But first I think I need a release. *And he switches the chains so Andrew is on his back.* If you ask politely I'll lube you up and go gentle.
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P-please...? Please.
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*And with that he pulls Andrew's face into his crotch, wrapping his legs around his neck.* Do me.
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