Babes, Beasts, Boytoys and Bondage
By Jade Marmalade
"la, la, dum de da!
Pain and death and blood and gore,
To me it's all the same!
Killing, burning, rending, maiming;
I'll take all the blame!
la, la, dum de da!"
"Oh, gods, he's singing again."
"Yup. Caesar just killed another thousand or so Gauls and the big guy is celebrating."
"I hate it when he sings. It's . . . scary."
"He's always scary."
"Yeah, well . . ."
"Besides, at least he sings better than some other people I could name right now."
"Are you implying that I'm a bad singer!?!"
"Well, you're definately not Orpheus. 'Joxer the Mighty' indeed!"
"At least I don't go around pretending to be my own brother . . . well, except that one time. And that was for a good cause! You have some serious issues to work through. Why exactly IS your hair that color?"
"You little pipsqueak! I'm the king of Corinth. You're just a klutzy warrior-wannabe with delusions who hangs out with the leather set in tin-can armor!"
"I'll show you armor, you arrogant . . ."
"Boys, boys, boys. What have I told you about getting along?"
"He started it!"
"That's enough! I don't like to see my two favorite playthings at odds like this. Since you can't play nice, I'm going to have to punish both of you. Iphicles, kneel!"
"Hey! My clothes!"
"You'll get them back later. Maybe. Now kneel! Use the Silk Nectar technique."
"Don't play dumb with me, my little king. I know Strife taught it to you while you were fucking him behind my back. Who do you think taught it to him in the first place? Get to it! Now, as for you Joxer . . . hmm. Iphicles does have a point. That armor just has to go. Ah, I think I've come up with a better use for it."
"Wait a minute here! Ouch! Uh, oh yeeeeeeahhhh!"
"No fair! Why does HE get to be chained up!?!"
"I did not give you permission to use your mouth for talking. Now get back to work!"
"Um, Ares? This is nice and all, but, well, the chains kinda hurt and . . . I want you inside me. Please?"
"Yes. Iphicles, go start in on Joxer. No, don't get up, crawl to him. Work your way upward. Now for a little lubricant and . . . just so."
"Oh, yesyesyesyes! Oh! Please, deeper, uh. Aaaaaaagh!"
"So hot, so tight. Aaaaah!!!"
"Oh, Ares . . ."
"Hmm, like that did you? Now, lick us both clean Iphicles."
"But-but what about me?"
"Pouting does not become a king."
"But Joxer got-"
"Neither does whining. You bore me, Iphicles. Maybe in another form you would better please me."
"Wow! What did you do to him?"
"I think he makes a rather fetching tiger, don't you?"
"Uh-huh. Goody, now I have you all to myself."
"Oh, no no no. We still have to satisfy his needs, and you haven't been punished nearly enough."
"You don't mean . . . ? No!"
"I promise not to let him draw too much blood. Besides, you never know. You might enjoy a barbed cock."
"Next time you'll obey my commands, yes?"
"Good. Now let's get started . . ."