The shackles were cold against his fevered skin but the body above his own was heavy and practically sweltering. Rough calloused hands gingerly massaged his more sensitive areas. Stretching him. Filling him. Fueling his arousal. Slightly chapped lips setting his nerve endings ablaze with every kiss. Skwisgaar reciprocated eagerly and strained against his restraints. He knew the gentleness wouldn't last much longer yet didn't really mind. If he wanted to be coddled, he would have sought out Toki or one of his other lovers. No... What he wanted was to be abused... More specifically, he wanted Murderface's own special brand of abuse... Unlike the others, the bassist outright hated him and was therefore unafraid to cross certain boundaries. Something he absolutely loved as it catered to his inner masochist...
"Mm, you've loosened up nicely," Murderface purred, almost lovingly, when they finally came up for air, "I think you're ready," He withdrew his fingers, smirking when he gasped and whined at the loss, "If you want it, though, you're gonna have to beg for me."
"Please, use and abuse me as you sees fit," Skwisgaar readily begged, "I deserves to be punished for what I's done."
Murderface chuckled mirthlessly.
"That's right," His smirk widened into a devilish grin, "You do."
Oh gods... Yes...