STRANGELOVE - DEPECHE MODE

THERE'LL BE TIMES WHEN MY CRIMES
WILL SEEM ALMOST UNFORGIVABLE
I GIVE IN TO SIN
BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO MAKE THIS LIFE LIVABLE
BUT WHEN YOU THINK I'VE HAD ENOUGH FROM YOUR SEA OF LOVE
I'LL TAKE MORE THAN ANOTHER RIVER FULL
AND I'LL MAKE IT ALL WORTHWHILE - I'LL MAKE YOUR HEART SMILE
STRANGELOVE - STRANGE HIGHS AND STRANGE LOWS
STRANGELOVE - THAT'S HOW MY LOVE GOES
STRANGELOVE - WILL YOU GIVE IT TO ME
WILL YOU TAKE THE PAIN
I WILL GIVE TO YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN
AND WILL YOU RETURN IT
THERE'LL BE DAYS WHEN I'LL STRAY
I MAY APPEAR TO BE CONSTANTLY OUT OF REACH
I GIVE IN TO SIN BECAUSE I LIKE TO PRACTICE WHAT I PREACH
I'M NOT TRYING TO SAY I'LL HAVE IT ALL MY WAY
I'M ALWAYS WILLING TO LEARN WHEN YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING TO TEACH
AND I'LL MAKE IT ALL WORTHWHILE
I'LL MAKE YOUR HEART SMILE
PAIN - WILL YOU RETURN IT
I'LL SAY IT AGAIN - PAIN
PAIN WILL YOU RETURN IT
I WON'T SAY IT AGAIN
I GIVE IN AGAIN AND AGAIN
I GIVE IN - WILL YOU GIVE IT TO ME
I GIVE IN - I'LL SAY IT AGAIN
I GIVE IN AGAIN AND AGAIN
I GIVE IN - THAT'S HOW MY LOVE GOES
I GIVE IN



Scott couldn't recall the first time he had held the thick handle of the bullwhip in his hands, or where he had acquired the large round paddle that lay beside him. He couldn't even recall the first time he had bound his first person to a bed, watching them writhe in sweet agony under the harsh crack of leather against their skin. He couldn't recall, because none of that mattered any more. The only thing that mattered in this world, in his life, in his heart, was the vision of loveliness before him.

His young lover lay bound, his hands in front of him, kept in place by a pair of soft leather restraints. There was no blindfold, no gag, for neither of them found much use for those. Scott wanted to see the look in his lover's eyes as the whip arced through the air, the look of anticipation in that split second before it connected with the creamy white skin. He wanted to hear the cries of pain, the moans of pleasure that accompanied each slap, each swat, and each pinch he placed upon that luscious body.

This was not a game for them. It was not a case of master and slave. It was, pure and simple, a mutual satisfaction gained from giving and receiving the pain they both craved. He surveyed the array of toys before him, wondering which one he would use to mark his lover's skin this evening. He watched as Jeff watched him, anticipating as well the scene that was about to be played out.

Scott watched as Jeff's green eyes studied him, as he finally picked up the hard riding crop from his arsenal and sliced it through the air a few times before deciding it would do the trick just fine. Approaching the bed, he raised the crop in the air and brought it down sharply, connecting with the hard muscles of his lover's thighs. The sound of the leather piece at the end meeting tender flesh, followed by the soft scream of pain caused him to quiver. He trailed the tip of the crop over the red welts, in an almost loving caress.

Again, he raised the tool in the air and brought it down once more across the lovely thighs, smiling as his lover screamed out again, and the red welt grew even larger. As he had before, he caressed the perfect skin with the crop before raising it and allowing it to rain down, again and again. His lover writhed on the bed, relishing the pain being caused, the marks being made on his perfect body. When Scott reached for the clamps, Jeff's eyes widened, a mixture of lust and fear on his face. Scott crawled onto the bed, straddling Jeff's hips, as he leaned up and secured Jeff's wrists to the headboard. He opened the small golden clamps and placed them on Jeff's nipples, biting into the tender flesh.

"You like, my sweet?" he asked, sliding down and taking one burning nipple into his mouth, sucking it, stopping only when a tiny droplet of blood appeared. Hungrily, Scott licked it off and watched the smile appear on Jeff's face. "More," Jeff said. Scott smiled at him, then proceeded to treat Jeff's other nipple to the same treatment. When the blood appeared, he sucked harder, drawing the coppery fluid into his mouth. Scott moved up and placed his lips against Jeff's, waiting for his lover to accept his offering. Jeff's lips parted and Scott kissed him, allowing Jeff to taste his own blood. He groaned, arching his back off the bed and rubbing himself against the length of Scott's body.

Scott studied the various toys next to him, trying to decide what to use next. As he contemplated his next weapon, he slowly slid down Jeff's chest, biting the flesh as he went, leaving dark red marks along his way. Jeff groaned each time he felt Scott's sharp teeth touch his skin, his breath hissing as he inhaled. "God, Scott," he said. "More, please." Scott dug his nails into the flesh of Jeff's hips, piercing the skin.

Jeff jumped slightly from the stinging pressure, then eased back down as Scott ran the steel rod in his tongue over the broken flesh. Moving lower, Scott reached over and picked up a large rubber ring from the bed. He opened the tiny clasp and opened it, securing it around the bottom of Jeff's balls. Jeff winced as he felt it tightened around the delicate objects, breathing deep to relax himself. When he saw the next thing Scott grabbed, he chuckled softly. Scott spread the rubber sheath, placing the bottom at the base of Jeff's cock, before closing it as well. When the small rubber bumps inside pressed into the throbbing organ, Jeff smiled. Scott nipped the tip of Jeff's cock with his teeth, causing it to swell even more.

Scott looked up at him and smiled. "Everything okay?" he asked. Jeff nodded. "Sometimes, getting me ready is almost as much fun as what happens after," he said. Scott kissed his thigh before he continued. "I know," he said as he watched Jeff's eyes widen at the sight of the soft velvet collar in his hands. Scott hovered over Jeff before biting into the flesh of his neck, then wrapping the collar firmly around his neck. He left the ends unsecured, causing Jeff to smile even more.

Jeff felt shivers up his spine when Scott sat back and surveyed his handiwork, then said, "Turn over." Scott helped Jeff roll onto his stomach, then reached down and grabbed a string of beads, toying with them between his fingers. Scott hesitated for only a moment before inserting the largest bead into Jeff's tight entrance. He rubbed the base of Jeff's spine, trying to get him to relax before pushing the remainder of the beads inside. When Scott was satisfied that Jeff was fully prepared, he reached over and picked up the small whip, rolling the hard wooden grip in his hands before raising it high over his head.

The air crackled as it sped back down and landed across Jeff's back. Jeff rose off the bed slightly at the initial spark of fire, then settled back in for what he knew was still to come. Soon the room sounded like it had been invaded by a swarm of bees, the whip hissing through the air, landing solidly on Jeff's back and ass. His milky skin was soon a grid of bright red lines, each a testament to Scott's skill with the leather strip. Noticing a particularly nasty looking welt that had risen across the perfect globes of Jeff's ass, Scott leaned down and raked his sharp nails across it, causing a few drops of blood to spill over the surface of Jeff's skin.

Jeff cried out at the new sensation, which quickly turned to moans when Scott licked the blood from his skin, bathing his ass with love. "More, Scotty," Jeff said. Scott struck a series of hard blows with the whip, down the length of Jeff's back, continuing down over his ass and the back of his thighs. Jeff was panting heavily, his skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat.

Scott dropped the whip and picked up the paddle, rubbing the rough cloth covering over Jeff's ass before smacking it down, connecting solidly with one side of Jeff's ass. Without giving him time to recover, Scott brought the paddle down over and over. Jeff's ass was bright red, the skin hot under Scott's hand as he caressed the flesh, kneading it hard beneath his fingers. Jeff made a soft mewling sound, turned his head and spoke one word - "more." Scott turned him over onto his back, then laid on top of him, kissing Jeff hard and grinding his hard cock into Jeff's stomach. The pressure of Scott's body against him caused Jeff's back and ass to rub against the rough fabric of the bed covering, causing even more fiery pain to shoot through his body.

Scott sat up, straddling Jeff's thighs and opened the nipple clamps. Turning each of them slightly, he let them close around Jeff's hardened nubs once more, the metal teeth again biting into Jeff's flesh, only to be followed by Scott's lips once more. Jeff pulled slightly at the restraints, wanting to touch Scott so badly, but knowing that his patience would be rewarded when the time was right. Scott moved off the bed and removed his clothes. Jeff smiled, for he knew that it wouldn't be much longer.

Scott resumed his position on Jeff's thighs, reaching down with one hand and raking the flesh of Jeff's already marked chest with his nails. His other hand was wrapped firmly around his cock, stroking it slowly, watching Jeff's face. Scott moved forward until the tip of his cock was at Jeff's lips. Jeff clamped his mouth shut, refusing Scott entrance. Scott's eyes narrowed, then he spoke gruffly, "open your mouth." Jeff smirked, his mouth closed tight. Scotty grabbed his hair and yanked his head off the bed. "I said, open your mouth…NOW!!" Jeff shook his head, refusing to part his lips. Keeping his hold on Jeff's hair, Scott released his cock and slapped Jeff hard across the cheek.

Jeff laughed behind his closed mouth, causing Scott to slap him again. "I'm telling you one last time," Scott said, raising his hand. "Open your mouth." Again, Jeff just shook his head, his eyes sparkling. Scott backhanded him. Jeff felt the impact of Scott's hand on his cheek and the delicate tissue inside colliding with his teeth. He smiled when he felt the blood dripping down the broken tissue then moaned, opening his mouth. Scott slid his cock into Jeff's mouth, becoming entranced with the warm, wet space surrounding him. Holding Jeff's head steady, Scott proceeded to fuck his mouth. Jeff tightened his lips around the engorged member between his lips, the taste of Scott's juice mingling with his own blood.

Jeff desperately wanted to touch him, stroke him, but it wasn't time. Scott felt his balls tighten and knew he was close to orgasm. Gripping the base of his cock tightly to keep from spilling out into Jeff's mouth, he pulled back quickly and sat back on Jeff's thighs, trying to catch his breath. "Please," Jeff said, wanting Scott to do something, anything to ease the ache in his throbbing cock. Scott turned and reached for Jeff's cock. The rubber sheath was still in place, but was now extremely snug. He loosened it a bit before wrapping his hand around it. He began to stroke Jeff slowly, knowing the sensations being caused by the tiny bumps inside. Jeff started pulling at his restraints, wanting Scott to move faster. "More!" he practically yelled at Scott.

"Patience, Jeffrey," Scott replied as he stroked a little faster. He reached down beneath Jeff and grabbed the string of beads, slowly tugging as he continued his assault on Jeff's cock. Jeff bucked and writhed under him, Scott's strong thighs keeping him in place. "Damn it, Scott," he said through clenched teeth. It was Scott's turn to laugh now. The head of Jeff's cock was swollen and dripping as Scott slowly pulled the beads out of his ass. Jeff could no longer contain his moaning, and it grew to a fevered pitch as Scott jerked hard on the beads and his cock at the same time. "NOW!!" Jeff screamed as the last bead exited him, and Scott turned, plunging his cock into Jeff's hot ass. Jeff's neck was arched back as far as the collar allowed as Scott released the rubber sheath encasing his painfully swollen cock. Jeff raised his legs and placed his feet under Scott's armpits for support, so that Scott's hands would be free.

With one hand, Scott continued his fast pumping on Jeff's cock, while his other hand reached up and grabbed the string dangling from the velvet collar. Scott slammed into Jeff, his cock hitting Jeff's prostate on each inward thrust. Jeff was screaming Scott's name, his balls constricting within the confines of the rubber ring still surrounding them. "MORE!!!" he screamed as Scott slammed into him over and over. He tugged on the string, restricting the blood flow to Jeff's head as he released the ring around Jeff's balls. Scott pulled on the leather restraints, freeing Jeff's hands.

He immediately grabbed Scott's back, clawing at the skin, breaking it. Jeff bucked up off the bed, causing Scott to slip even further into his tight ass. Searing pain shot through Scott's back as the sweat poured into the open scratch marks on his back. He closely watched Jeff's face for any signs that he was in trouble as he once again tightened the collar around Jeff's throat.

Jeff's orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, screaming out Scott's name and raking his skin. Scott released his hold on the collar, grabbing Jeff's legs, pounding into him one last time before announcing his release with an animalistic howl. Scott collapsed onto Jeff, panting loudly. After a moment, he rolled off and lay next to his lover. Jeff removed the restraints from his wrist, then slowly removed the collar. Turning to Scott, he draped his arm across his chest and waited. Scott reached out and pulled Jeff close, kissing him deeply. "You okay?" Scott asked. He felt Jeff's head moving against his chest, nodding. Scott kissed the top of Jeff's head, loving the feel of Jeff's body against him. He heard Jeff mutter something. "What was that, my sweet?" he asked. Jeff's sleepy voice replied, "more."