"MMMmmmmm..." sighed the scientist as he admired himself in the full length mirror. Agnus had just finished his weekly bathing session and had wrapped himself in a comforting fluffy dressing gown when he caught a glimpse of his impressive form in the mirror. He seductively dropped the gown ever so slightly in order to reveal the broad expanse of his right shoulder and smiled. How can anyone resist... he thought to himself.
Reluctantly Agnus forced himself away from the mirror and continued to his bed where he had neatly laid out his outfit for the night which consisted of his usual white trousers and black shoes however instead of his usual white coat Agnus had decided to be a little more adventurous with his wardrobe. For three day now Agnus had been enjoying the "company" of a certain young devil guest however, despite the scientist's continuous attempts to make the boy comfortable, Nero simply would not accept the older males LOVE. But, if he was one thing it was persistent - Agnus ALWAYS got his man - and with this in mind Agnus shrugged into the tight, black, spandex shirt and buttoned it up half way still allowing for a generous view of his broad, bronzed chest. This was going to be a good night.
Nero groaned as he regained consciousness, how long had he been asleep for? He couldn't focus; his head hurt and spinned, his body was in agony and the cold air burned his flesh. As the fog in his mind began to clear the teenager began to take account of his surroundings and realised that he was now strapped to a wooden chair before a grand oak wood table. He was no longer in that fucked up bed chamber but, instead, seemed to be in a small dining area dressed in a skimpy hospital gown. Bandages had been tightly wound around his left hand and chest area - Agnus had obviously unwelded his hand from his chest while he was unconscious. How sweet of him.
Nero looked up as Agnus entered the room. He was wearing a ridiculously tight spandex shirt which clung to all the wrong places. With him Agnus carried a tray with what appeared to be a large demonic head. It was black and ooooooozing odd substances and a small, sorry looking tongue lolled out of its sharp toothed scientist placed the tray in the centre of the table and took a seat opposite Nero.
"I m-m-must ap-pologize for my outb-b-urst last night-t", Agnus choked out; he was nervous again.
"I-t-t was most undignified. but-t-t i believe the rep-p-perations I made t-t-o your hand prove most suf-f-ficient." He finished gesturing to the tightly woven bandages around the boy's hand.
This is the point where Nero would usually make a clever retort- a joke or taunt perhaps with lots of swearing. However his tongueless mouth made saying anything at all difficult and all that came out was a pained whimper and a spluttering of bloody mucus. Agnus politely ignored this and continued to talk:
"I h-have organ-nised this meal for you in order t-t-o show there are n-n-n-o hard feelings", with this Agnus stood. He dragged his chair over till it sat next to Nero before producing a knife and fork from his side. Agnus stabbed the fork into the tongue and pulled it from the demons mouth with ease and cut of a dainty slice from the mutilated organ.
"I d-d-on't believe in waste." Agnus muttered under his breath.
Nero's lidless eyes stung as they practically bulged from his skull in horrified realisation. That greying tongue did not belong to the demonic head it had been slipped from; the head had only been garnish for the grotesque 'Main Course' the mad man had organised. Nero was going to be forced to eat his own tongue.
Nero began to force his body to struggle but his restraints were proving to secure and every frantic movement was agony. The leather restraints around his neck bit in deeply and drew blood to the skin as he thrashed his head from side to side. His struggles were cut short as Agnus grasped a massive fist full of Nero's silky locks and pressed his head against the chair before moving his hand to the boys jaw and pulling it open easily. Agnus dropped the tongue slice from the fork into Nero's mouth and thrust his head backwards so that it slid down his throat. Nero began to choke more from revulsion than actual sense; He no longer had a taste buds therefore he at least did not have to experience the foul taste of his own rotting organ however the knowledge that he was eating part of himself was enough.
The sight of Nero chocking enraged Agnus even as he tried to keep his anger under control. How dare that little wretch be so insolent as to choke on the wonderful meal he had worked so hard on creating? As the rage overtook him Agnus grabbed the remainder of the tongue with his bare hand and thrust it down Nero's throat. With this Nero began to convulse and bite down with half of Agnus' hand still within his mouth. A grotesque mixture of stomach bile, blood and mucus began to spurt like a fountain from Nero's mouth and dribble down his chin and cover the scientists han. Agnus removed his hand with a shiver of orgasmic pleasure and peered down the young devils throat watching in fascination as the slippery organ disappeared down Nero's oesophagus and the boy lost consciousness once again.