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You people have no idea what you're in for. None. None at all

Meine Welt - 48h Directed by Kevin Bodin © Till Lindemann

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Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The most massive characters are seared with scars.

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The bites made Paul shiver. Oh.... It felt good, especially the ones that were a little harder, a little rougher.

"I... I don't celebrate birthday. Just bring here with the fall of you... It's all I could ever all for."

Shadow granted, rather satisfied with that reply.

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

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Shadow had done his best to scare these other two enough so they never really took charge. It was his own fault. Tough shit.

He smiled and wrapped an arm possessively around Paul's chest.

"Well... I have so many ideas. So many." He kissed along Paul neck and shoulder, so soft, it was amazing. Every now and then he bit down.

"But maybe this is not a day to spend with me."

He looked at Mara.

"Hm?"

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

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That little word made Paul shiver. Our... He didn't know yet if Shadow really meant that or of it was one of his temporary whims.

"Answer her."

Paul turned in their arms so that now he was facing Mara. He looked tired, cheeks still flushed.

"I..." He cleared his throat, still sore from all the screaming. "I could cook something nice and then..." He wasn't sure but also knew that Shadow never tolerated a 'don't know'.

"Then I'm sure the two of you have many delicious ideas."

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

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"It very much depends on what constitutes a gift. Only because it sounds like a punishment to you... Well..."

Paul looked up briefly when Mara mentioned that it was his birthday. He has completely forgotten.

"Hm..."

He tilted Paul's head back so he could look into his eyes.

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

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Shadow chuckled.

"Oh... It was a bet. He won't make it without telling you and having them removed. He thought he would. Well, guess I won."

He grabbed Paul's neck and squeezed. The other man whined softly and pressed backwards a bit, closer against Mara.

"He'll have to thoroughly clean the cage before he puts it back on."

Again a little groan from Paul and he even reached behind him to feel Mara there.

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

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"Well... Tell me."

Shadow wanted to know every moment, every emotion, every mistake and every triumph of Mara's last 30 minutes or so.

Paul attempted to look up, to speak, explain himself but Shadow shushed him. It was too early still.

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

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It was odd. So very odd for Shadow to share this. This intimacy, these months of peace.

Eventually he made her to embrace Paul from behind so the man nestled comfortable between his two dominants.

With no way out.

So when Shadow spoke and Paul jerked llaa if he were beaten, four hands held the man in place.

"So? Mara?"

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

[ask-till-lindemann]

I love winter.

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Paul trembled in her arms for a while until eventually Tillie joined them on the bed and pressed against him. Paul almost flinched away but eventually buried his face against Tillie's chest.

It was a subtle change in breathing, one Paul didn't realize, from the deep rumble that was Tillie to the slightest more laboured breathing that was Shadow. He looked over Paul's naked form so Mara, tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. Half a smile on his lips.

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

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He was so incredibly over sensitive, it drove him insane. Mara's toches again hovered between soothing and painful.

"Oh... Thank you. Thank you so much."

The moment she withdrew he curled up on himself, still clinging to her and kissing her hand.

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

[ask-till-lindemann]

It barely took that.

Paul saw stars and the breath was knocked out of his lungs completely. Tears began to simply run out of his eyes uncontrollably. He clung to Mara, dug his nails into her skin.

It was too much. By the time he managed to take a breath his vision had started to darken from the sheer lack of oxygen.

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

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He gasped for air like a fish out of water. He shuddered through a dry orgasm and then another one. But his body just wouldn't, couldn't release.

When she gave him a few moments to breathe he reached up to her.

"Mara... Please... Can you take it off? It hurts... It really hurts..."

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

[ask-till-lindemann]

Paul arched of the bed with a cry, his cock twitched in a desperate attempt to release its load, his balls tightened, nestled close against his body.

Finally!

When he grabbed her around the hips to pull her down he did so with the strength of a needy man. His arousal, hard and red, his hole so sensitive that her intrusion almost felt like pain. No. It did. And that was absolutely delicious.

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

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The cock ring was so fucking tight. His thrusts against her hands became a little harder, a little faster. A rather sluty rolling of his hips.

Tillie grumbled and settled back down but he did keep an eye on them. He knew Paul was very different from him and he knew Mara loved him. So all was good.

"Don't... Don't be gentle. Just get them out, please and... please..." He grabbed her wrist again but this time it was more for stability than anything else. "Forgive my language but... Please, fuck me. Please!"

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!

[ask-till-lindemann]

The kiss to his brow made him whine but then he nodded.

"Okay... Okay..."

Tillie moved, turned and growled lowly. Paul sounded like he was in distress but of course he was with Mara and that was a good thing. Also Shadow tried to push his way out but Tillie felt like he shouldn't let him.

When Mara began to remove the beads Paul's legs began to tremble. It stung and it felt so incredibly good. So good...

@bitter-hazel

Sport Frei.

Sport Free.

Free. What a joke.

Young men and women reduced to guinea pigs to prove the unattainable. Superiority.

Before Mara had met him, she had come across the snippets of the interviews. Electric shocks and blood irradiation. Training from sun up to sundown. The cruel irony of ruthless competition within a team. Stone cold trainers who cared only for results and nothing more. Drug cocktails given under the name of "vitamins" that did horrific things to the body and mind...

There was a defect in mankind's pursuit of glory, and a price to be paid with an unwitting and unwilling currency. Till, Akheilos, Shadow, Werner, Tillie... all had had a hand in the birth of this piece. All had been subject to the trauma. And now they bared the scars of that trauma to the world, taking its dead weight from shared shoulders for the carrion birds to tear asunder.

She was proud of them all, and held a spark of righteous fury for them.

"How far in the process did you get before the legal team shut down the self-immolation?" Because she knew he would have been totally against the use of a stuntman. She knew he had to feel that pain to know he put his everything into the piece.

It's just how he was. Bold. Blunt. Unshakeable.

Sweet Mara. She knew him too well.

"It's not like I've never done it," he grumbled. "I have. And it's perfectly safe. Doesn't even hurt."

He shrugged.

"So I guess there was no reason to do it. All the hassle without pain? Where's the fun in that?"

No pain, no gain, right?

Sport Frei!