Strait Jacket Feeling
He struggled against the feeling, those hands on his skin. He hated it. It was choking him. All of it was strangling him with lustful kisses. He almost begged for more.
But he couldn't breathe enough to say anything.
He was like a slave to all this. But he had to fight, had to resist, had to get away before he wasn't strong enough, before he lost his will. His hollow must have thought he was a pet, laying there in a straitjacket, blindfolded. It choked him and blinded him. But he had to get away. Had to now, or else...
"You're not thinking of escape, are you king?" his hollow asked, pressing alabaster lips against his own.
It chilled him with the weight of sin.
A sin. All of this was a sin. And he hated it, couldn't stand it. He'd prayed for forgiveness so many times that god must have been tired of giving it. Maybe this choking strait jacket and blindfold was his punishment for sinning like this.
He felt a tongue in his mouth, and silently breathed a prayer. That maybe he would be saved tonight, or killed, either way. He prayed that got would forgive him for this sin he was committing. It was his sin. His weight. His fault. All his fault that he couldn't stop this. He was supposed to be everyone's hero, why had he fallen?
Chilled hands brushed against hardened pink nubs, pinching them, making him gasp. "I know what you're thinking of..." his hollow licked a teasing line up his throat. "You want me to do what I did last night." his blind fold was taken off, and he was met with that nightmarish face.
Please god. Let him lose his enjoyment with me.
"Watch me, king. Hold on, you're not king anymore. I took that from you. Ichigo. So cute. My little ichigo." the hollow whispered the name repeatedly in his ear, making him shiver at the sound. His name off that tongue sounded too close, too sensual.
Almost as if the hollow actually loved him. But that was just silly.
"You can't close your eyes, Ichigo. You have to watch me." he watched as those suffocating hands wandered his body, taking hold of his shameful erection. He watched and he said nothing. Or he tried not to. This was all so choking that he cold only moan and feel.
This strait jacket was even squeezing out his sanity,
he had to escape.
He watched as his hollow slide into him, that horrible delicious feeling that had him screaming, while again he silently prayed. Prayed because he was a failure. Prayed because he couldn't even stand up against this. His crown had been ripped from him. And what was he now?
A whore.
This strait jacket choking him, killing him, holding him. Felt almost like his hollow's arms. Felt almost like all his lies, woven into a noose, wrapped around his neck. felt almost like all his promises, shaped into a gun, shoved done his throat.
This strait jacket was a little too tight. This blind fold blinded just a little too well. These chains that held him were very sturdy. But the strait jacket was just a little too tight. Like his hollow's arms.
It almost made him think... that his hollow loved him.
OWARI
mmmmm, juts a little dirty. Review please.
