Perverted Powerful Patriarch Part 1
Created by Oregonleatherboy
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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∆∆∆ As he grinded his leather against the man's body
trapping him down on the
bed with his
large roided physique
bun-E's body
was sweaty
Mast-r's leather was toasty
from chasing him across the house, wrestling his body down in the middle of the kitchen floor
although bun-E was smaller,
he could pack a punch.
since the steroids
had been doing their job.
it was a lot more difficult to fight back in these situations.
Plus, now these scenes had been happening more often
his partner knew the tricks
to get him subdued. What started out with angry,
"get your hands off me, you fucking bastard!"
To him, begging for mercy when he was placed into a sleeper hold and unable to slip out of the grip. His face growing bright, red, and puffy
as he whispered,
"Please don't! I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
Mast-r said,
"You promise?"
"I...I...I...promise."
then Master laughed
the grip got even tighter.
throwing a few useless punches from the back
bun-E hitting the leather
Fist bouncing off
Grip the smooth material
Fingers Slipping down
firm muscle mounds
before eyes
rolled up
into his head
Suddenly muscles
went limp
hanging full Free
Force of body weight
pulling downward
with aid of gravity
in the name of
rotating around the sun.
Just so pants could drag to ankles with the friction
causing moon 🌙 to rise
and carpet burn on the thighs
"bun-E always did have a nice bubble butt".
Smacking his ass part way down the hallway with fingerless leather gym gloves that made him cry out. In his vivid lightning speed dream which always came to the surface when he was knocked out via oxygen deprivation
Without loosening up, he dragged the body back into the bedroom by the neck, knowing at any minute it could snap.
Taking him to the bottom
near the oak footboard
dropping him like
a bag of potatoes.
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As his body bounced
off the ground,
he awoke from unconsciousness, confused, facing down on the carpet, looking to the left. Nothing, just the armoire and blocked bathroom door, flipping his head to the right
he could see shiny sneakers
moving over and opening
the little wooden box
On His partner's side of the bed.
As it is when you're first knocked out, waking up is a foggy experience, and it took him a minute for the memories fly
back from just a
few seconds earlier
yet felt like a lifetime
even if it happened at all !?!?
Suddenly, he saw an uncapped syringe fall.
It landed straight up
in the ground with the
needlepoint sticking
into the carpet
like the
Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Then a sudden panic hit.
Bun-E knew what was going to happen.but before he could lift
his body off the ground
the sneaker
was pressing
on the back
of his head
until it was
back down
on the carpet
as he wiggled
there at his partner's feet
right beneath
the foot of the bed
He was stuck with foot on head
he could see the whole scene
unfolding in the
mirror covering
hardwood floor
which beamed off
mirrors on ceiling
then to mirrored wallpaper
a few feet above his head.
it was a funhouse
marinated with the smell
of his cigar smoke
which he had in his mouth
the entire time, taking his sneaker off the back of Bun-E's head
using it to open his buttucks like a butt-axe
shoveling through piles lumber
and he flicked the ashes down once again.
trying to lift up his head.
When the evilest smirk spread across his partner's face
looking at him through a reflection
of a reflected version of a reflector to which those very eyes could see so therefore be seen growing large and obscene with every progression of the scene which is turning out quite mean turning Master into a fiend due to a financial fetish and fundamental feeling that foremost "Fathers" should come first An alpha faggots desire to be dominant "daddy" was cringe
as Master stood
holding the syringe
facing down
Uncapped
towards Bun-E's ass
then just let it go sailing
through the air
a good five feet down
until it plucked
into his buttocks and stood out of it.
This time, more like the
Chrysler Building,
straight upright,
pointing toward God, his partner thought
and instinctually
flexing his muscle
making the leather
grow tight around it
and squeak and squawk
in a boner inducing cry for obedience from above in the ghettos of heaven where hell is a call girl named Seraphim who watches men orgasm with thousands of eyes which bite down with the sharp teeth of time drawing honey from loins of humans horny heartaches to heel like a homo in hierarchical hubris of humiliation to be helpless helping the hounds hit home runs at hollowing out humanities head.
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Smoke And Obey
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The machine zapped his body,
Flesh wiggled
around as if epileptic.
when he pulled
his leather-gloved finger
off the button
Bun-E's body jerked forward;
his head laying down,
chin resting on chest.
A drip of drool fell down upon his naked lap.
"You will call me Mast-r now."
"I will call you Mast-r"
"now. That's a good little faggot."
"I'm a good little faggot."
"Now you will do my bidding.”
"Now I will do your bidding"
"and worship Mast-r's body."
"I will worship Mast-r's body."
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His eyes were empty as he lifted his head up, looking over at his ex-boyfriend. His glazed-over expression mimicked the smile on his ex's face. "That's better, bun-E.
You can stop repeating me now
bun-E, and do what I say."
"I will stop repeating
Mast-r now
and do what you say."
"Get down on your knees and kiss Mast-r's feet.
You are beneath me now."
bun-E fell prostrate to the ground in front of his partner's feet laying his forehead down on the plastic.
"Now bun-E will say you are sorry for not answering the restraining order.
Tell Mast-r how much bun-E missed his penis."
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