Sliding the very tip of his tongue slowly up the underside of the males cock, his knees shook; wobbly on his feet with so much power in his hands… He had never done this before in such a way! Been the master, the top; the partner who did the tying, and teasing, till the other cried for mercy. Begged to be penetrated… It was all so strange, so foreign, that he kept looking up with innocent eyes waiting for an order; a command, anything would have been said normally, but could not be done now.

Fastened behind his lovers head was a gag, a small purple ball nestled between his lips.

Without the words he was lost, those heated eyes boring down onto him making his cheeks flush, urging him to continue even if he didn’t know in which way to do just that.

“I-I don’t know…” His whimper was almost lost as his tongue dipped over the mans tip languorously, a growl heard from above his head.

Series (same people multiple chapters, weekly updates)-

• “Witches and Wolves” or “Red” (malexmale, femalexfemale, malexfemale.)
• “1692” (malexmale… twincest… possible)
• “The Pale Prince” (undecided)

“Series-“

• Lost Boys (Peter Pan)
• Lost Girls
• Gentleman Being Naughty
• Boring tasks becoming interesting
• Fetishes

Fiction for Others-

• Lots and lots of stuff for friends.
• Writing from requests.

Written directly after TCAF and yeah.

Not finished but hey I like it :3

And it’s ladies this time everyone!

For the longest time the Girl thought she wouldn’t fall in love, that she simply didn’t have the type of heart that could. That sometimes humans, like robots, could be defective and broken.

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On another note, does anyone want me to write something, anything, for their characters? Willing to do so for practice :) Just hit me up here or in my ask box sweeties!

I remember it like it was yesterday. My Asian wife said “There’s something you should read” and then sat me in front of her computer. Reading the title “Starfighter” intrigued me, so I flipped through the pages and fell instantly in love! (I also went- “This is hot, THIS IS HOT, OMFG PENIS!” Safe to say that not a lot of comics had penises actually involved- glowing orbs though were not in short supply.) Ever since that day I have loved EVERYTHING HamletMachine has ever done. From the sexy comic Starfighter, to her INCREDIBLY hot Machine (and most adorable Girl), and of course a certain Slasherboy that tickles my fancy, I can never have enough.

So to stop blubbering here (SHE’S ALSO JUST LIKE SUPER NICE AND SWEET IN PERSON BLA BLA BLA) this is my super uber belated birthday gift. It’s not something that I find too… amazing, but Ono assures me it’s “hot” (her words not mine!) so I’ve decided to post it ahead of time on this most fitting day- Friday the 13th. It’s the first piece of what’s actually a four part gift (I have yet to finish) and I hope Hamlet likes it a lot… Thanks for being such an amazing person love and I hope your actual day was befitting for a queen (because you most certainly are just that!!!!!)

Xoxoxoxoxoox

Bendy

P.S. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES!!!!!! ‘/////’ I didn’t know how to respond so I haven’t yet…. OTL….. I also hope you have a wonderful time at TCAF this year (I heard your first time going wasn’t the best T^T) in which I kind of am thinking of making these into a little book to give you ^^ (I didn’t edit this properly fufufufufuufufufufu *worry worry*)

P.P.S. I also just don’t feel like this is enough for a birthday gift ;-; fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Slasherboy’s Friday the 13th

“The boy… is he dead too?”

“Who?”

“The boy. Jason.”

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The end of school is drawing near, and since I don’t really have much time I’ve held off on writing. That being said once school is out I shall be writing more and I will also be starting a series.

Hope you all are well,

Bendy

The knowledge to where my lover resides is limited within me. Whether it be in dreams clouded with memories of sweet embraces, or the harsh reality our bodies inhabit I have no control. It could be the times of corsets and capes, of masks from Venice festivals or the wine from Parisian feasts, yet I still can only see him on the horizon. Cruelties so harsh, a whip creating ten thousand lashes against your back, are those when you can feel the person you love near and yet have no power to see them…

At least I can remember his eyes, his nose and mouth as they trailed against my skin, as a gasped out with the softness of our skin pressed together so tightly it was hard to tell where I ended and he began. Even with the most tentative of touches, sugary sweet, he could still bring me climbing to the edge of some unforeseeable cliff. Stop my descent over in mid fall, leaving my mouth partially parted in hysterical pants. This was our relationship, that of fantasy, mystery, romance written by scholars and sold to the masses.

When first our eyes locked I held my breath, my perfect opposite, my equal in every way imaginable sitting alone reading silently with a furrowed brow. I could not go before him just then, could not see with my eyes that he was looking at me whenever I turned my head away. Love is like that, a mistress that makes you dance in circles before letting hands be held. When he looked at me, and I saw, it was clear that nothing was ever going to be easy.

We were set to live a certain way, follow a preset course until the undetermined day when we finally died. I couldn’t help coming to him, and he couldn’t help pushing me away for fear he would destroy such a pure soul. Why couldn’t he see that I didn’t care? That with all my body, mind, and soul that he could make me bleed and I would always come back wishing for more? Never was my body abused, but always could he make me cry with the simplest word. No. A slap to the face. A knife to my gut. The pill for my impending suicide had I been able to die. Immortal we were, forever trapped in the always flowing hourglass, searching for a way to break free of those confines.

Years which felt like millennia’s passed, I sat in the courtyard with flowers blooming all around my body and shivered when he came near. The closest he had ever been to me yet. Could he not see that this hurt, his rejection of me still burning inside my soul.

“Please…” A whine, a plea to just let me wallow in the seas of being loved without ever being together.

“I hate to see you like this-” Liar- “No.” As if he could hear my thoughts when really he read my emotions like an open book. Never did I hide them from him, why should I? Some sick part of me wanted to cut him for cutting me.

“No? You don’t love me, if you did you’d spare me your sorry excuses-“

Our first kiss, the starting seedling of the tale I have weaved, was anything but gentle. He kissed me like a man drowning and I let him, grasping his dark locks like they were the only thing keeping me grounded. Slowly my knees gave out, he caught me, and we were set in stone.

Always would I want to experience that, the heartless touch of time that dictated we could touch, hold and be held, for only a day out of every year. Always would I want to know what it felt like to be loved, rather than being never loved by him at all.

An older piece, but one I still thoroughly enjoyed writing. I remember giving this to my wonderful partner (I’m not going to specify what kind) and we both had a field day talking about it. This by no means is about myself, but someone fictional in a fictional universe.

Hope you enjoyed it, like I said before- except more updates now that I’m free from school for a little over a week.

Signed,

Bendy

Part of a series all about the mundane worldly things turning sexual- hope you enjoy!!!

Love, Bendy

         “How long have you been doing this for?”

         “Not long, a few months sir.”

         Eyelashes kissed the top of the boys’ cheeks, a small rosy blush making the gentleman smile softly. The bite of winter air pooling their breaths in front of their lips. What edible rouge; the type you could taste on your palette and feel sliding down your throat. Nearly hidden by a plain, dirty, hat. A true shame… Oh and that mouth! Oh what arousal they could cause by the simplest of grins, an expression which made your loins pang in response.

         “You’re good at it.”

         “Thank you sir.”

         Not often would he indulge in a shoe shining; he had the money to pay for one but the streets were too dirty. They were not welcoming to a potential buyer, for you didn’t want linger there.

         An exception could be made. When the gentleman saw something he wanted- he just had to have it. It wasn’t greed, no greed was too simple, it was lust; a complete and all consuming desire to touch something so perfect… so young with not an ounce of life’s imperfections gracing the skin.

         High society didn’t agree, his wife certainly wouldn’t, but the gentleman saw himself above them. A god walking amongst the commoners… or so he liked to think of himself as such.

         Standing the boy jumped back, nearly falling onto his plump behind, and immediately responded mouth gaping wide like a fish out of water. The pink of his tongue making the gentleman’s mouth water.

         “But I’m not done s-“

         “The sidewalk is too busy, I’m becoming distracted by the people walking by.”

         Never had the boy been stopped just because of the bustling traffic, but he wasn’t about to complain when a gold coin dropped to his feet. With slim fingers he pocketed it quickly, looking up at the gentleman.

         “Where to sir?”

         They walked in silence, the boy following the gentleman. This did not do, and not long after the boy was walking in front of the gentleman. Again, he did not complain; another perfect gold coin being slipped into his dirty jacket pocket.

         This time the gentleman’s warm breath fell upon his ear, sliding along the skin of his sensitive neck, making him shiver; the rouge on his cheeks only staining darker.

         “Turn left and walk up the steps.”

         He did.

         This wasn’t new, the boy had experienced this sort of exchange before. He wasn’t naive to this sort of interaction. But someone like this man, so clean, so concise in how he tied his tie. They hardly ever wanted anything to do with a lonely boy like himself… constantly dirtied by polish or street scuff.

         The males who asked for company were lonely and drunk, looking for a certain type that the boy did not fit. Other boys did, oh quite easily could the boy point out which shiners would do more for a coin, or which would not. On the streets there were hardly morals being discussed. You did what you had to do in order to survive.

         He was not particularly fair of skin, or hair- and his eyes were not a cerulean blue but a deep brown to match his ruddy mouth. That mouth to others was perfectly pouted, perfectly shaped. They wanted him for that; his lips still new to the streets, not yet dirtied by rot.

         How often the boy didn’t hear when the other shiners talked was astounding. He knew that what they said was impossible. Obviously he never took their compliments to heart.

         “Stop.”

         He did, breathing heavy as the gentleman’s chest touched his back. Slowly the taller males arms slid around him, encasing the boy in sweet warmth. It was comforting, gentle; a thing the boy hadn’t expected to like but he did.

         How long had it been since someone held him?

         Too long… the boy couldn’t remember who gave him his last caress…

         “Sir…”

         “Don’t speak.”

         It was hard not too.

         Slim, agile, fingers finding the buttons on his jacket.

         One-

         Two-

         Three-

         Undone and falling open.

         Pushed down his shoulders until it was gone, being thrown to the ground completely forgotten by both males. They were not in private, but no one seemed near; the boy could see no souls. He didn’t know whether to be happy about it or frightened.

         “Sir-”

         “Do not speak.”

         Those fingers were now on his chest, pressing on his ribs, feeling his hips. Gently touching between the buttons on his undershirt, skimming the boys’ silken skin.

         “You’re a skinny one.”

         That beautiful rouge slipped into the boys cheeks, and like the gentleman instructed he didn’t speak; hardly moving a muscle until he licked his lips. Stiff the gentleman pushed the boy forward, made him move again and again, arousal heavy in his gut until a door was seen before them.        

         “Open it, and remove your clothes.”

         “Sir I don’t normally-“

         “Inexperience is lovely.”

         He was teasing, tossing two more coins down onto the floor with a grin. A cat watching it’s prey, enjoying what it saw, contemplating how or where it would devour the bird. The boy knelt down and picked up the coins before turning the doorknob, slowly pushing inside to stand in a small quaint bedroom. It did not fit the gentleman… the boy couldn’t see such a person staying here.

         “It’s not mine,” The gentleman answered, seeming to know what he was thinking before he had time to speak. “Your clothes, take them off.” Repeating himself the gentleman helped the boy along when he didn’t move right away, undoing the top two buttons before stepping back.

         “Now.”

“Are you dressed?”

“Nearly.”

“Well hurry it up, I won’t have you being late again; and therefor losing me money.”

A very audible sigh was heard before in the mirror’s reflection Gabriel saw Lewis dawning his stocking’s; the left slowly climbing up his slim legs before the right. It made his mouth water, concentration floundering as the straight blade razor nicked his skin. Blood swelled to the wound quickly, a pearl of crimson sliding down his neck.

“You cut yourself again.”

“Shut up.”

Again a sigh, but this time it was accompanied by a soft touch; Lewis already in his silk loves pushing Gabriel back and gently kissing the scar on the bridge of his nose. They weren’t a couple, well neither would admit if they were, they both just enjoyed the same type of pillow talk.

“You’re really not good at shaving yourself,” The boy smiled cheekily, reaching for a tissue, dabbing the cut. “Or did I distract you?” Lewis was certainly a sight to be seen, but hell would have to freeze over before Gabriel admitted it. “Either way…” Still the boy dabbed at the cut in nothing but a pair of seamed stockings and silk gloves that reached his elbows, his skin and sex bare for the older males pleasure.

“Either way, I think I did distract you.”

Lewis was weak, and Gabriel was strong. It was easy for him to grab onto that delicate neck; too easy for him to press their bodies forward- too easy to press a knee between the boys legs as his back hit the wall. How simple would it be to see the dark haired boy gasp for him? Lewis was so delicious when he flushed.

“You’re blushing.”

“You’re choking me…”

“You like it.”

Lewis did, but he tried not to; his erection growing against the top of Gabriel’s thigh when the male applied more pressure to his neck. As a performer he shouldn’t have these marks, it was bad for business; surely it was the blondes fault- too bad he would be blamed for it later.

“You’re hurting me.”

“But it feels good.”

“No…”

“That sounds like indecision.” Gabriel breathed into Lewis’s ear, his hand still wrapped around the boy’s neck. The other came up to Lewis’s mouth, the tips of his fingers grazing the boys lips; pushing between them without hesitation.  A groan slipped past them into the open air.

“You should be more sure of your words Lewis.” Removing the digits, slick with saliva, Gabriel ran them against the boy’s hard length, then between his thighs to the tightness of his entrance. “How am I supposed to believe you when you’re not sure yourself?”

“Can’t you just- ah…” A little more pressure, nothing too fast, or too rough- not now at least. Lewis arched his back, pressing their chests together; Gabriel’s open shirt meaning they were skin to skin. Both their breaths caught as a single digit up to the first knuckle pushed inside of him.

“Mmmm?”

“Harder….”

“A little nicer please.” Even without Lewis answering him Gabriel’s hand tightened around his throat, then pushed deeper into the boy; feeling his tightness constrict around the digit.

“Please…” Obviously out of breath the blonde licked Lewis’s cheek, pretending the flush was like tasting a rose.

“More…” Then he slipped another finger in to join the first, nearly down to the last knuckle.

“Harder…” Finding that special spot Gabriel pressed and pushed his fingers against it, watching with an amused look as Lewis tried to hold his footing; kissing the boy greedily to muffle any moans he’d dare to make.

Biting onto that delicious bottom lip Gabriel stopped and pulled away just as Lewis lost himself, his orgasm staining them both. On his neck were purple fingerprints. Clean and concise.

Oh how that aroused him.

“Clean yourself up-“

The boy pouted, a small whimper escaping his lips as his body slid to the ground.

“Then you’re going to help me shave.”