Greek Mythology Goes Wei� - pt 1: Ganymed
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,100
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Kyrie Eleison
This... is the result of desperate working in the full experience if drowning in doubt. But hey, I am used to negative critics, so I didn't kill myself. And as I always say: "Saying nothing is like no comment: not life threatening, not bad."
And if this was terrible, I guess 111 pple wouldn't have looked at it!!!
Anyways, I just felt like torturing Schuldig today again. ENJOY!!!
Chapter 3: Kyrie Eleison
Crawford woke up with a full stomach. It had nothing to do with the copious amount of Indian food he had for dinner the previous night; actually, this was what he called hit ‘gut-feeling’. Well, Schuldig called it that, he called it ‘premonition’; whenever it came, he knew something baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad would happen. His thoughts went back to how Ran manhandled the serving spoon, plunging it deep into the food, stirring and pulling it out, plunging it in again, then lifted it to serve said food. Like a butcher.
But then again, it just might be the food. He stood from his bed and ran to the toilet, his stomach gargling furiously and loudly. Gawd, he should have known that Ran was going to have revenge on his most beloved, chemically-constructed sandwiches!!!
----
Schuldig woke up horny. He always did, honestly, he was a healthy and fine male specimen, so how could he not? But this morning was just distasteful. He tried jacking off, and doing himself within a large variety of ways and manners with en equally large amount of plastic and silicon help, but he was at it since 22 o’clock the night before, when the symptoms first appeared, and couldn’t help but not stop until he was literally unable to do anything but moan and groan and cry miniature versions of a salty Nile. Oh, why did he decide to play a prank on Nagi? Of course the kid would bite back!!! He was the Almighty Ran’s pupil!!! And not only in the homework-department! If only he could remember what he did, so he could beg on his knees for forgiveness!!!
You see, the child learned form Ran that pranks can always be forgiven, of the prankster begs for it. He also learned that the doer of pranks must be punished in return before the forgiveness, and that they tend to forget the every single hardly-thought detail in the utopia of their joy. So Schuldig knew he had to remember every single detail of what he did, or he would suffer this for the rest of the century. He had to remember... he had to…
Aaargh… why didn’t he remove the dildo before he could feel his arms numb… and why didn’t he pay attention to the extra truffle in his portion of food and the yummy chocolate he found on his bedside…
----
Farfarello and Nagi both woke up jolly and in a fine mood. They couldn’t wait to see what was to happen. Unfortunately Naggles had to go to school, and so would miss the majority of the fun, but he finished early today, so he could at the least enjoy the few seconds before the breaking points, so he could witness how the other two slowly, and painfully, reached the End point and broke down… he laughed evilly and took his bag and the nicely Ran-made-prepared lunch from the counter, waving good-bye and heading for school.
And Farfarello… well, he just cuddled like a cute little white puppy into his sheets, feeling how it would be a wonderful day.
----
Crawford arrived at his conference with other board members of the Flower Arranging Committee of Tokyo, Japan, looking like a warm pile of manure in a suit. The Committee ignored such a lack of proper appearance, fully knowing that whenever this happens the Newbie was practicing new ways of torture and revenge. He was the son of the most powerful dude in Japan, there were as hell NOT gonna do anything against it. They feared for their hides at the thought of meeting the Mother, the Dragon, the cute embodiment of a pack of starving Tasmanian devils. So instead they put their minds on the new advertising branch and the truckload of goodies the American was chained to by the collar. Yes, he dragged the large cart of foods from ‘home’ to the conference, a dog collar stuck to his throat and chained to the cart.
While the big fat dude # 1 took care of his lock, he thumped his head against the table. His ‘date’ was completely ruined!!!
But that wasn’t all; not only had he had one hell of a morning, but he also found out that three new members were admitted without his knowing, and all three of them were now HEAD of the committee… that just ain’t feeeeer!!!
----
Schuldig wasn’t having the time of his life either. Ran had come in, injected him with something and left. Whatever that something was, it was a sort of cure!!! He could move again!!! It was an event to celebrate! But Ran didn’t have to jam the needle in his thigh in such a brutal manner!!!
Wanting to wash of nineteen hours worth of filth and sweat and semen, he crawled his way pitifully to the bathroom, dragging a towel with his teeth. He tried his best to ignore how Ran sniggered at him behind him. He wanted to shower. He would even crawl for a sponge if he had to, and wouldn’t feel ashamed of it by the bit!!!
So he crawled and crawled, scraping against the carpet in the hall way and went to shower. Ran just sniggered. It was almost four thirty, his ‘poison’ worked properly, and now, it was show time.
----
Nagi returned home exhausted, and went straight to the kitchen. Ran told him he had a surprise for him.
Speaking of whom, he was there, sitting and looking alternatively to the clock and his newspaper. Crawford was bawling his eyes out against the expensive old mahogany.
“Nagi, there you are!!! And just in time I see!”
“Uh huh, so what is your surprise?”
“Well, it’s kinda double surprise. First and foremost, to congratulate you for being such a good pupil, and for you Crawford as well!”
Crawford looked up, eyes shining with hope. “Really?”
“Yes; you have worked hard and long, and I could see how you went to work even though you had your ‘gut feeling’ thingy, knowing that you become noxious whenever you got those. So this is your gift and it’s coming in five… four… three… two… one…”
“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!”
“Come back SchuSchu!!! You haven’t sinned properly!!!”
“YES I HAVE!!! YES I HAVE!!!”
“No you haven’t! You are asking for Redemption, you good person!”
“I AM NOT! I AM NOT!!”
Actually, they were both right. Ran wrote something on Schuldig’s shirt, and Schuldig was wearing that one shirt. That meant that, although Schu didn’t write that, he still wore it, and therefore took upon him the hard job of being ‘forgiven’ by our resident Insane guy.
And yes, this was a lovely day. The torture was well worth the wait, and Schu will get his own reward, even if he doesn’t know that.
Kyrie Eleison indeed.
----
Previously that morning:
That day was heaven. All day long.
He woke up early. He made a large, imperial breakfast for all. Then he cleaned the entire store, made lunches for Crawford and Nagi, concocted his schemes- uh, plans for the day, sat back, and read the newspaper in full relaxed-mode.
Yes, this was gonna be a good day.
----
Yes, Kyrie Eleison thought the green eyes stalker. He hid futilely behind a fire hydrant, dressed up as a bush, or rather, as a person with twigs glued on him. Lord have mercy, because I am just simply gonna surrender to that hunk o’ ass!!!
“Mommy, that man’s ‘lephant is getting bigger and he’s drooling!”
The unknown man jumped and looked at where the voice came from. Unfortunately, eyes looked at him from all over, and not just from the mother and child.
“Good Sir! Keep some decency in front of the children! How could you??!”
“And for goodness’ sake, get a bib!”
“Yeah!”
Shocked by such propositions, he scampered backwards and slipped off a banana peel.
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Whos' cruel? I am cruel! Who's cruel? I am cruel!!! uh huh! Uh huh! BOOM chakalakalaka BOOM chakalakalaka!!! Oh yeah! Uh huh! Oh yeah! Boo yaaa!!!
please read 'Irish Ballad' and tell me of I should do another one of those...
And if this was terrible, I guess 111 pple wouldn't have looked at it!!!
Anyways, I just felt like torturing Schuldig today again. ENJOY!!!
Chapter 3: Kyrie Eleison
Crawford woke up with a full stomach. It had nothing to do with the copious amount of Indian food he had for dinner the previous night; actually, this was what he called hit ‘gut-feeling’. Well, Schuldig called it that, he called it ‘premonition’; whenever it came, he knew something baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad would happen. His thoughts went back to how Ran manhandled the serving spoon, plunging it deep into the food, stirring and pulling it out, plunging it in again, then lifted it to serve said food. Like a butcher.
But then again, it just might be the food. He stood from his bed and ran to the toilet, his stomach gargling furiously and loudly. Gawd, he should have known that Ran was going to have revenge on his most beloved, chemically-constructed sandwiches!!!
----
Schuldig woke up horny. He always did, honestly, he was a healthy and fine male specimen, so how could he not? But this morning was just distasteful. He tried jacking off, and doing himself within a large variety of ways and manners with en equally large amount of plastic and silicon help, but he was at it since 22 o’clock the night before, when the symptoms first appeared, and couldn’t help but not stop until he was literally unable to do anything but moan and groan and cry miniature versions of a salty Nile. Oh, why did he decide to play a prank on Nagi? Of course the kid would bite back!!! He was the Almighty Ran’s pupil!!! And not only in the homework-department! If only he could remember what he did, so he could beg on his knees for forgiveness!!!
You see, the child learned form Ran that pranks can always be forgiven, of the prankster begs for it. He also learned that the doer of pranks must be punished in return before the forgiveness, and that they tend to forget the every single hardly-thought detail in the utopia of their joy. So Schuldig knew he had to remember every single detail of what he did, or he would suffer this for the rest of the century. He had to remember... he had to…
Aaargh… why didn’t he remove the dildo before he could feel his arms numb… and why didn’t he pay attention to the extra truffle in his portion of food and the yummy chocolate he found on his bedside…
----
Farfarello and Nagi both woke up jolly and in a fine mood. They couldn’t wait to see what was to happen. Unfortunately Naggles had to go to school, and so would miss the majority of the fun, but he finished early today, so he could at the least enjoy the few seconds before the breaking points, so he could witness how the other two slowly, and painfully, reached the End point and broke down… he laughed evilly and took his bag and the nicely Ran-made-prepared lunch from the counter, waving good-bye and heading for school.
And Farfarello… well, he just cuddled like a cute little white puppy into his sheets, feeling how it would be a wonderful day.
----
Crawford arrived at his conference with other board members of the Flower Arranging Committee of Tokyo, Japan, looking like a warm pile of manure in a suit. The Committee ignored such a lack of proper appearance, fully knowing that whenever this happens the Newbie was practicing new ways of torture and revenge. He was the son of the most powerful dude in Japan, there were as hell NOT gonna do anything against it. They feared for their hides at the thought of meeting the Mother, the Dragon, the cute embodiment of a pack of starving Tasmanian devils. So instead they put their minds on the new advertising branch and the truckload of goodies the American was chained to by the collar. Yes, he dragged the large cart of foods from ‘home’ to the conference, a dog collar stuck to his throat and chained to the cart.
While the big fat dude # 1 took care of his lock, he thumped his head against the table. His ‘date’ was completely ruined!!!
But that wasn’t all; not only had he had one hell of a morning, but he also found out that three new members were admitted without his knowing, and all three of them were now HEAD of the committee… that just ain’t feeeeer!!!
----
Schuldig wasn’t having the time of his life either. Ran had come in, injected him with something and left. Whatever that something was, it was a sort of cure!!! He could move again!!! It was an event to celebrate! But Ran didn’t have to jam the needle in his thigh in such a brutal manner!!!
Wanting to wash of nineteen hours worth of filth and sweat and semen, he crawled his way pitifully to the bathroom, dragging a towel with his teeth. He tried his best to ignore how Ran sniggered at him behind him. He wanted to shower. He would even crawl for a sponge if he had to, and wouldn’t feel ashamed of it by the bit!!!
So he crawled and crawled, scraping against the carpet in the hall way and went to shower. Ran just sniggered. It was almost four thirty, his ‘poison’ worked properly, and now, it was show time.
----
Nagi returned home exhausted, and went straight to the kitchen. Ran told him he had a surprise for him.
Speaking of whom, he was there, sitting and looking alternatively to the clock and his newspaper. Crawford was bawling his eyes out against the expensive old mahogany.
“Nagi, there you are!!! And just in time I see!”
“Uh huh, so what is your surprise?”
“Well, it’s kinda double surprise. First and foremost, to congratulate you for being such a good pupil, and for you Crawford as well!”
Crawford looked up, eyes shining with hope. “Really?”
“Yes; you have worked hard and long, and I could see how you went to work even though you had your ‘gut feeling’ thingy, knowing that you become noxious whenever you got those. So this is your gift and it’s coming in five… four… three… two… one…”
“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!”
“Come back SchuSchu!!! You haven’t sinned properly!!!”
“YES I HAVE!!! YES I HAVE!!!”
“No you haven’t! You are asking for Redemption, you good person!”
“I AM NOT! I AM NOT!!”
Actually, they were both right. Ran wrote something on Schuldig’s shirt, and Schuldig was wearing that one shirt. That meant that, although Schu didn’t write that, he still wore it, and therefore took upon him the hard job of being ‘forgiven’ by our resident Insane guy.
And yes, this was a lovely day. The torture was well worth the wait, and Schu will get his own reward, even if he doesn’t know that.
Kyrie Eleison indeed.
----
Previously that morning:
That day was heaven. All day long.
He woke up early. He made a large, imperial breakfast for all. Then he cleaned the entire store, made lunches for Crawford and Nagi, concocted his schemes- uh, plans for the day, sat back, and read the newspaper in full relaxed-mode.
Yes, this was gonna be a good day.
----
Yes, Kyrie Eleison thought the green eyes stalker. He hid futilely behind a fire hydrant, dressed up as a bush, or rather, as a person with twigs glued on him. Lord have mercy, because I am just simply gonna surrender to that hunk o’ ass!!!
“Mommy, that man’s ‘lephant is getting bigger and he’s drooling!”
The unknown man jumped and looked at where the voice came from. Unfortunately, eyes looked at him from all over, and not just from the mother and child.
“Good Sir! Keep some decency in front of the children! How could you??!”
“And for goodness’ sake, get a bib!”
“Yeah!”
Shocked by such propositions, he scampered backwards and slipped off a banana peel.
-----------------------------------------
Whos' cruel? I am cruel! Who's cruel? I am cruel!!! uh huh! Uh huh! BOOM chakalakalaka BOOM chakalakalaka!!! Oh yeah! Uh huh! Oh yeah! Boo yaaa!!!
please read 'Irish Ballad' and tell me of I should do another one of those...