Initiation

Do not scream, sweet boy.

Your cries muffled by my arm across your neck, my hand covering your wet mouth.

Lie still, Sauron.

You know I will hurt you, you know I ache to do it.

Are you afraid, still, even now?

We must work on your fear.

But not today, this is your day, your glory.

This day, I initiate you, first, best, and closest of all.

You shall share my destiny, my fate, my victory and my triumph.

The vast and looming punisher between my thighs, the architect of your agony and your ecstasy.

Scream, now.

I will allow it.

You are filled to the ripping point, yes, I know.

Take it.

Take every inch.

Feel me stretch your newly formed insides, raking your inner fire.

Writhe as I caress that place in you, designed for your pleasure, the one wise gift to males by the Eternal Fool

Yes, twist under me, bite my shoulder now, moan, cry, you plead for me to cease...

And then beg for it to never end.

My right hand.

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