Perverted Powerful Patriarch Part 2

Created by Oregonleatherballs 

Before reading on let's discuss a few poignant points pertaining to OLB's palate of perversions.  The writing is satirically sensitive to subjective surrealness.  transgressive so typically  tense, touchy, too wordy, yet terse with sporadic rhymed verse that is violent, vulgar and can cause volition to be volatile.  

Spontaneous (Kerouac) 

Raw (Unedited) 

faction ( = Fact + fiction)

Prose achieved by way of Masterdicktation (Masturbation + Dictation) a self-coined portmanteau stating the special sexual system of Goonscription (Gooning + Transcription).  

Uncensored stream-of-consciousness that has strong dissociative qualities.  Often, at the same time being poignant about politics, Personality, paraphilias Power and paranormal pretending aka religion.  Making art, including literature is Oregonleatherboy's existence.  

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The needle stung worse than anything he had ever felt. Keeping eye contact the entire time in the reflection, he could see the devil appear in his partner's face, his own eyes, wide as they had ever been, stuck in that state of extreme pain, where it turns into a meditative state. 

bun-E could feel the Leather gloved hand holding his other buttocks as the full syringe was emptied into the fat. The tip of the needle dripping with blood as it was yanked from his behind,

master lifting it up into the air and putting out his tongue, which looked forked like a demon. On second glance, it wasn't that way.

When bun-E refocused

his mind on reality

with the pain still there

 not as bad though

 The pain was pulling him

out of the trance

he was deep in

 with it came back

a few memories

from the previous hour. What he remembered

most is that he was trying

 to leave and being stopped.

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Trying to stand, he wobbled to the side and grabbed onto the edge of the foot rail.

 The oak was thick 

and held him

although it felt

like the room 

was spinning. 

But not just that

 it was like being

sucked into a quicksand

 legs numb and wobbly.

Crossing the threshold

into what felt

 like reality

that in essence

was nothing more

than a huge delusion. Delusion

Delusion

Delusion

 

Looking around the space

which was empty of humans

only the furniture.

Even that seemed to spin around in circles

 as if

 bun-E were

 on a 

merry-go-round.

 There was a point in his 

waking moments

when he could distinguish

these hallucinations

from reality

 that line was slowly

fading and crossing over into a different kind of territory

one in which he had never managed to feel before

amidst all of the moments

bun-E had been

high in the prior decade. 

You would think

somewhere within 

that full spectrum

dosing of chemicals

that he would have managed..

 This is when bun-E 

found himself in repetition. 

A crossover moment

 like when a human is

 starved of oxygen 

or going under surgery

and everything get goofy

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He looked back and forth and tried to make an exit for the door and got nearly to the frame when he fell forward, catching onto the doorknob, but flipping onto his back

slamming his head onto the door

Mast-r came into the room

 looking down at him. Said,

 "Are you going to tell me where it is?" 

bun-E shook his head. 

No. 

Mast-r pulled a 

pendulum out from his leather blazer pocket

"I've looked everywhere. bun-E, tell me where it is"

Once again, bun-E shook his head no, and let go of the doorknob as his body tumbled to the ground. 

Mast-r got on top of him and straddled his body so that their groin area was touching. He could feel the hard erection pumping into him, his Mast-r started swinging the pendulum back and forth above his eyes, slowly and steadily in a rhythmic flow. It was an amethyst, the birth sign of Aquarius, and it sent little laser beam sparkles onto his face

 all over, like a disco ball.

Within seconds, it was all he could see. Immediately

 his mind was defused.

This was all he could see, and his focus followed the amethyst as it rolled back and forth. 

 Every time Mast-r

would take a

 puff off his cigar

the red glow

 which shined

 behind the amethyst

 and make it as blue as his eyes

cold and neon

all the while

the smoke

pummeling

his face in 

large quantities.

Coughing

but he 

couldn't

look

away,

as the

pendulum

kept going. 

So did his mind

 until it was gone.

bun-E's facial

expression 

grew clueless

 as a smile crossed the

bottom of his face. 

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 "bun-E, just relax, and take my smoke. You know you want it. You know you don't want to fight it anymore, little bun-E.

Just watch, watch the amethyst roll by, and let me into your mind.

 You will obey, master. 

Little face. Listen to the leather creak on the blazer you bought your master. Call me daddy. Call me daddy, bun-E. Do it now" 

"Daddy."

 "That's hot. It doesn't make you uncomfortable anymore to call me Daddy. You love it." 

"?!?!!!?"

"You say yes, Daddy.

I'll do anything for you.

 Do it"

"yes, Daddy.

 I'll do anything for you."

"That's a good bun-E.

 You will give in to the smoke, and you will obey me" 

"bun-E will obey"

"do as I say and tell me where did you put my steroids?

"put them in the attic."

"So you've been in the attic then?"

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Bad bun-E. Why didn't you say something? Bad bun-E." 

"Because bun-E didn't remember. Grandpa caught bun-E coming down."

"Grandpa caught you?"

"YES"

"Why didn't you say something?

 Why didn't Grandpa say something?

 bun-E will keep watching the crystal and go deeper into a trance."

 "I don't remember. Grandpa said that I would never remember what happened in the attic."

"Well, that's good.

That's correct. 

You never remember

what happens in the attic.

That's why bun-E shouldn't have been up there trying to hide my steroids, you shouldn't have been hiding the roids, bun-E. Why did you do that?"

 "Because you've been mean, the ego worries me. Your muscles are already huge, and I've seen a different side of you come out. It looks like a demon." 

"It is a demon, bun-E, and you love it. You worship it.

You will sacrifice yourself for it.

 Just watch the crystal and obey"

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 For years, he had tried to arrange Bun-E psychologically in a manner that suited him 100 percent, as he had the six ex-boyfriends Who now lived in the attic and doomed all day to live cameras, raking in tons of money that all went into Mast-r's account,

but bun-E wouldn't break in many areas, and Grandpa got sick of it

an ancient Illuminati druid of sexual sorcery. Whatever Mast-r couldn't complete

 Grandpa did overwhelmingly well

taking over bun-E's mind

 getting him to completely cede

 to Mast-r's commands

 becoming obsessed with his talk and smoke, which made. Him, him subservient. 

Finally, going on

five years together

subservient to going on five years together. 

 Mast-r was getting bored now and wanted something else. 

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Over the course of the four years

they had been together

 the leather and cigar conditioning 

had been effective. In small ways

It changed his attitude to be sweeter,

more submissive, and subservient.

Mast-r liked the fact

 that bun-E didn't wear leather because he was a vegan

when they got together

and now he was addicted to it

 fetishized

worshiped 

in ways he didn't even know. That turned Mast-r on, that he could mold and remake. ∆∆
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Unaware that Grandpa

 smokes cigars he was surprised

when he crawled back down

 from the attic. 

Still shocked by what was up there.

He crawled down the ladder

 but slipped and fell right into the old man's arm

wearing his tight leather suit. 

bun-E clinging

on to his shoulders. 

Stroking the leather

that wrapped tightly over broad blades

The cigar inches from his face.

bun-E clinging

 onto his broad shoulders.

The cigar inches

from his face. 

bun-E screamed 

unaware of who it was

as the face was 

completely covered

in thick smoke

as it exited

Grandpa's nose.

Yes Master

"Oh, it's you! Thank God, you have no idea what's up in that attic, Grandpa." 

Blowing a cloud of smoke in Bun,-E's face before taking it out of his mouth, said,

 "Yes, I do, faggot."

 He always called him that. Now, when they were alone, you do. 

"Oh, I do, boy. And someday you'll be up there with the rest of them. For now, you will forget everything you saw. Everything.,"

 "What are you talking about? It is time to submit to Grandpa."

 "Put me down. Put me down"

"Now, oh young man! You don't want me to put you down."

 Their faces were inches apart. He could feel the heat from Grandpa's cigar, which jutted out from his jaw. Their eyes met

they were the same

 blue that his

 partner had.

 they were

expansive and cold. 

So cold they froze

 The perception

 right there on the spot

 just like that bun-E was caught in the gaze, and out of nowhere, Grandpa's tongue slipped out of the corner of his mouth, still holding the stogie in his jaw on the other side.

 It pushes into bun-E's lips

 with pressure,

pushing its way into mingle with the tongue.

 When it did

 the eyes 

grew closer

  the old man's big hand

wrapped around his neck

 held him there

like in a vice.

 The grip was quite

incredible for somebody his age

although unnecessary

for the very moment

that warm muscle

 worked its wet way.

 It subdued him

 in the subconscious 

with this way

that only a 

sorcerer of sexuality 

could

 causing an instant swoon

turning him into a boner buffoon. 

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 This was the man who tried to get his grandson to leave.

 The old man who called him faggot every time they were alone, and told his grandson that he was better than bun-E.  

He despised this old fuck. 

He hated bun-E since day one, because bun-E was a liberal. 

Grandpa owned properties. 

Grandpa owned the last old growth forest in the world, until the moment when his tongue slid into his mouth. 

The taste of cigar and what he could only imagine was polident

 yet it swelled over him with warmth like a heroin injection.

 bun-E did not try

 to push away 

because the leather

 was so soft

underneath of his fingers.

bun-E just massaged it

 with his hands

wanting to feel disgust, 

but Grandpa's eyes 

would not let him

still locked in a gaze

growing wider

until they said,

 "You like this, don't you?" 

Through the lips

as the smoke entered his mouth. 

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