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You Are What?! || Ogre & Al

Al and Ogre had fought again. Al had left the house in search of peace and quiet. The certain peace and quiet that he could find in drugs. The fight was one of the worst the couple, if one could call them that, had. Al didn’t care what would happen to Ogre, he just left the apartment and after getting his drugs from his regular dealer, he decided to drive to one of his mates. He stayed there for the night, not even bothering to ring Ogre to let him know where he was or when he was planning to return home -  if he returned. Right then, he was so angry that he didn’t even want to hear Ogre or see him or think of him. He didn’t want any reminder of him. 

It was the next day that Al woke up on his friend’s cough, sobered up and dizzy that he realized what had happened. He sighed and run a hand through his puffy hair, rubbing it on is face before getting up unsteadily and taking his jacket with him. He didn’t wake his friend up to let him know that he was going home. He just left the house quietly, driving back to the apartment he shared with Ogre.

Upon enetering, he was greeted by the sound of Ogre getting sick in the bathroom. Al sighed. “Ogre... I’m home,” he called out, sighed again and closed the door behind him. What is happening to him and he’s sick, he thought. Did the fight between them affected the Skinny Puppy singer so much? Al walked to the bathroom, stopping at the closed door. “Hey. What the fuck, are you high again?”

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Send 🔪 to cut my muse with a knife. 

Al didn’t exact to come home and have this shit to face. The kitchen was a mess, but when was it not, really... The bed was empty but Ogre hadn’t bothered to make it. half the sheets were dropped over it, touching the floor. Al’s syringes were on the floor and Ogre was nowhere to be seen. Perfect. 

“Ogre?!“ Al barked, kicking the bedroom’s door as he made his way out to the living room. He wasn’t there either. Great. “Hey, fucking goth faggot! Where the fuck are you again! Where the fuck is my food and why are my fucking syringes on the fucking floor again? You fucking whore, you’re dead this time!“ Al was already shaking in anger. He kicked the door to the bathroom, finding Ogre there, staring into the mirror and... what was that in his hand? A knife? “You vain motherfucker,“ Al barked again. Ogre had been crying but Al was too much used of this sight to care. Nothing was new. “Did that fucking Key to your damn heart give you any ideas? What is this knife doing in your hand, Kevin?!“ Al shouted.

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Roleplay Sentence Meme: Angst Edition (May contain triggers!)

!! Send me a ‘XXX’ and I’ll generate a number between 1 - 118 !!

“Please … don’t make me become the monster I don’t want to be!”

“S-stay away from me!!”

“Let me help you!”

“Just … kill me, already.”

“I don’t want to end this …”

“I don’t want to kill you …”

“I guess … this is goodbye?”

“You promised!”

“Get out of here, and NEVER return!”

“Give me another chance!”

“But I’m so … tired.”

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Al was the impatient character sometimes. Or, rather, most if the time. He wanted things his way and he wanted them now. So, when one night Ogre decided to be late in the bathroom, that meant that their little intercourse would also be late. Al didn't have time for bullshit. When Ogre got out, the Ministry singer pulled him from his long, black hair and threw him to the living room. There, he landed slaps and punches to the younger man, yelling at him. "You fucking idiot junkie! You wanna a piece of it, you little whore?" He yelled and took oit his manhood, entering Ogre's ass without preparing or warning him. He raped him, getting off to the fel of the warm and fresh blood that hsd escaped Ogre. But then, as the adrenaline of sex washed away, Al blinked, feeling guikts for the way he had treated his lover. He panted, still breathless from the encounter, and frowned, deciding to do something he rarely did. He reached oit and stroked Ogre's arm. "Um... I'm sorry... I didn't want to hurt you..." Al said in a surprisingly sweet voice. "He leaend in and kissed Ogre's neck and then his hand. "Come on..." He said, picking him up bridal style and sitting him down on a couch. "Let me take care of your wounds..."

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Send 🔕 to be sweet to my muse after harming them.

Ogre groaned in pain as he shifted on the floor, looking down at the bruises on his arms where Al had grabbed and held him. His whole body hurt after struggling so hard against the Ministry singer as he roughly held him down and did whatever he wanted. Ogre was starting to realize that Al almost liked when he struggled, in a way that every time he tried not resisting, Al would give him a reason to resist. Tears welled up inside the Skinny Puppy singer’s eyes as he tried to ignore the stinging pain in his entrance and insides. A warm liquid trickled down the spot and Ogre shivered as he thought about what it could be. He gasped and shuddered when he felt Al’s fingers gently brushing his arm. He closed his eyes, expecting more roughness, but the gentle stroking continued. “W-What are you doing?…” Ogre asked in a weak, tired voice, not bothering to try to look at him.

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Al was so broken by the time Ogre was awake and was asking those questions. Why did he do that? Why did he have to hurt him so much as to knock him out the way that he did? “You can’t remember a fucking thing because someone… an asshole came and hit your head on the wall… And it seems… you have forgotten stuff…” Al said with his voice breaking. It was too late for him to hear the plea of his friend to help him though, as he had already run to their bedroom. The Ministry singer felt exhausted, terrified and angry. Angry with everything and everyone. He hated Ogre for stealing his drug without permission. He hates him for being a crybaby all the time. He hated himself for hitting him so hard as to csuse memory loss. He was a sick bastard and he knew it. Al was sobbing when Ogre entered the room. When he heard his voice, he gasped lightly, sure that the other man didn’t hear the gasp. His eyes shit open but Ogre’s words made his face spasm again and more tears fell from his eyes; especially with his first phrase. “Y-yes… A son of a bitch, hit you…” He was so sweet, asking if he was okay. If he only remembered what he had done to him… Al propped himself up on his elbows and sat up, uncovering his crying face. It was like he couldn’t stop crying. Tears kept falling from his eyes. He held Ogre’s hands in his own and he sniffled. “Um… Kevin… I am sorry… I am so fucking sorry, man…” Al couldn’t look at him but at some point he did. Ogre’s face was so bruised that Al was taken aback by the sight. “Oh my God…” He whispered, unable to believe how he had caused all this shit to Ogre. He loved him, deep down. He cared… “Do you… do you hurt - of course you do…” He hissed to himself. “Where does it hurt, hm? I want to help you…”

Gimme Angst!

28. My muse shoves yours into the wall, hard, out of anger and yours gets knocked out. But when your muse wakes up, they can’t remember my muse.

“Will you shut the fuck up already?! Or should I shut you up once and for all, fucking whore?“ Al screamed as the fight between him and Ogre was getting more and more fueled by the minute. The two were fighting about Al’s cocaine again. It seemed it could never stop. Ogre had made the mistake to take just one line of Al’s cocaine. Al got as angry as a demon and started slapping the Skinny Puppy singer again and again, punching him and pulling at his long, black hair. As time passed and they both screamed at each other, more and more problems started rising and from one issue they easily moved to the next, only making the argument worse. Al was red with anger and he started shaking when Ogre was screaming back at him. How dare he! He had taken his cocaine, without even asking him. 

“Do you have any more fucking money to buy me a new fucking bag? Kevin, I swear to fucking everything, if you don’t get your ass up right now to get me a new one, your little fucked up brain can’t even imagine what I will do to your precious Cevin!” He yelled, slapping Ogre again and again nearly with each word. Al kicked his ribs when Ogre fell down, kicking his torso repeatedly. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you fucking faggot!!!“

Ogre’s cries and screams made Al feel strangely and sickly turned on. Pleased but not totally satisfied, he wanted more. His anger also didn’t let him relax. He wanted to break the other singer to the point where he was afraid of him from now on. “Love!” He mocked. “Screw that shit, it doesn’t exist! Fear does! You will learn to fuckign fear my guts frm now on, junkie!” He smirked and then pressed his lips together as he grabbed Ogre by the front of his tank top and shoved him on the wall. “Fucking piece of worthless shit!” A few seconds needed to pass for Al to realize that Ogre had fallen down no the floor and wasn’t moving. A big *goop* sound was heard right when Al had shoved Ogre against the wall. Had he hit his head? “Shit…” Al murmured, cursing under his breath while he leaned down to his level. “Kevin!” He shouted, delivering soft slaps on his cheeks, trying to make him react but to no avail. “The little shit died…” Whispered Al, realization finally hitting. Guilt hit him like a brick wall. Tears welled up in his eyes. Why was he caring? He wanted to hit him but not… kill him. “Shit, Kevin! Come on, stop screwing around! Hey! Wake up, Kevin!!” Yelled Al, shaking Ogre by the shoulders in his attempt to wake him up. 

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Al was ready to snap as he was trying to wake Ogre up and he wasn’t waking. But when the singer started gaining conciousness. Al moved a bit back for Ogre to be able to breathe in some air. “Holy shit... You little whore, you scared the fucking heroin out of me!” He muttered, but just when he was going to move forward, Ogre started talking. The Ministry singer would smile a little if he hadn’t taken aback when Ogre yelled at him, asking who he was. “Kevin? Child, are you crazy, I’m Al! This is our house? Remember? Al?” At that point, Al was starting to move from a shocked and pissed emotion to a worried one. 

“Kevin... What do you mea-“ Al whispered before Ogre cried out in pain, feeling the back of his head. Just then realization hit. He had hit Ogre’s head so hard that he had lost his memory. Oh shit, Al thought. “No... No! K-Kevin... Okay, look... I don’t want to... I don’t want to hurt you...“ Al said, moving a bit back to let the other know that he meant no harm. How ironic! “My name is Al and you are Kevin. We both live here, we are flatmates. Okay? I... I want to help you. Please, tell me what to do...“ 

Just then, he felt the most guilts that he had ever felt in his life. He could have killed him. He didn’t want this. Suddenly, he got up as tears welled up in his eyes and sniffled, practically running to their bedroom and smashing a glass ash tray that lay on the night stand, next to their bed. It smashed and then Al threw himself on the bed, sobbing there alone. He shocked even himself with this reaction. “I am sorry...” he sobbed into his hands. “I’m fucking sorry...” 

Gimme Angst!

28. My muse shoves yours into the wall, hard, out of anger and yours gets knocked out. But when your muse wakes up, they can’t remember my muse.

“Will you shut the fuck up already?! Or should I shut you up once and for all, fucking whore?“ Al screamed as the fight between him and Ogre was getting more and more fueled by the minute. The two were fighting about Al’s cocaine again. It seemed it could never stop. Ogre had made the mistake to take just one line of Al’s cocaine. Al got as angry as a demon and started slapping the Skinny Puppy singer again and again, punching him and pulling at his long, black hair. As time passed and they both screamed at each other, more and more problems started rising and from one issue they easily moved to the next, only making the argument worse. Al was red with anger and he started shaking when Ogre was screaming back at him. How dare he! He had taken his cocaine, without even asking him. 

“Do you have any more fucking money to buy me a new fucking bag? Kevin, I swear to fucking everything, if you don’t get your ass up right now to get me a new one, your little fucked up brain can’t even imagine what I will do to your precious Cevin!” He yelled, slapping Ogre again and again nearly with each word. Al kicked his ribs when Ogre fell down, kicking his torso repeatedly. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you fucking faggot!!!“

Ogre’s cries and screams made Al feel strangely and sickly turned on. Pleased but not totally satisfied, he wanted more. His anger also didn’t let him relax. He wanted to break the other singer to the point where he was afraid of him from now on. “Love!” He mocked. “Screw that shit, it doesn’t exist! Fear does! You will learn to fuckign fear my guts frm now on, junkie!” He smirked and then pressed his lips together as he grabbed Ogre by the front of his tank top and shoved him on the wall. “Fucking piece of worthless shit!” A few seconds needed to pass for Al to realize that Ogre had fallen down no the floor and wasn’t moving. A big *goop* sound was heard right when Al had shoved Ogre against the wall. Had he hit his head? “Shit…” Al murmured, cursing under his breath while he leaned down to his level. “Kevin!” He shouted, delivering soft slaps on his cheeks, trying to make him react but to no avail. “The little shit died…” Whispered Al, realization finally hitting. Guilt hit him like a brick wall. Tears welled up in his eyes. Why was he caring? He wanted to hit him but not… kill him. “Shit, Kevin! Come on, stop screwing around! Hey! Wake up, Kevin!!” Yelled Al, shaking Ogre by the shoulders in his attempt to wake him up. 

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Gimme Angst!

28. My muse shoves yours into the wall, hard, out of anger and yours gets knocked out. But when your muse wakes up, they can’t remember my muse.

“Will you shut the fuck up already?! Or should I shut you up once and for all, fucking whore?“ Al screamed as the fight between him and Ogre was getting more and more fueled by the minute. The two were fighting about Al’s cocaine again. It seemed it could never stop. Ogre had made the mistake to take just one line of Al’s cocaine. Al got as angry as a demon and started slapping the Skinny Puppy singer again and again, punching him and pulling at his long, black hair. As time passed and they both screamed at each other, more and more problems started rising and from one issue they easily moved to the next, only making the argument worse. Al was red with anger and he started shaking when Ogre was screaming back at him. How dare he! He had taken his cocaine, without even asking him. 

“Do you have any more fucking money to buy me a new fucking bag? Kevin, I swear to fucking everything, if you don’t get your ass up right now to get me a new one, your little fucked up brain can’t even imagine what I will do to your precious Cevin!” He yelled, slapping Ogre again and again nearly with each word. Al kicked his ribs when Ogre fell down, kicking his torso repeatedly. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you fucking faggot!!!“

Ogre’s cries and screams made Al feel strangely and sickly turned on. Pleased but not totally satisfied, he wanted more. His anger also didn’t let him relax. He wanted to break the other singer to the point where he was afraid of him from now on. “Love!” He mocked. “Screw that shit, it doesn’t exist! Fear does! You will learn to fuckign fear my guts frm now on, junkie!” He smirked and then pressed his lips together as he grabbed Ogre by the front of his tank top and shoved him on the wall. “Fucking piece of worthless shit!” A few seconds needed to pass for Al to realize that Ogre had fallen down no the floor and wasn’t moving. A big *goop* sound was heard right when Al had shoved Ogre against the wall. Had he hit his head? “Shit...” Al murmured, cursing under his breath while he leaned down to his level. “Kevin!” He shouted, delivering soft slaps on his cheeks, trying to make him react but to no avail. “The little shit died...” Whispered Al, realization finally hitting. Guilt hit him like a brick wall. Tears welled up in his eyes. Why was he caring? He wanted to hit him but not... kill him. “Shit, Kevin! Come on, stop screwing around! Hey! Wake up, Kevin!!” Yelled Al, shaking Ogre by the shoulders in his attempt to wake him up. 

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Al was taking pride on how well he could manipulate a guy like Ogre. Even drugging him was seemingly one of the easiest tasks he coukd think if doing. Even though the other singer was sometimes tough himself, with Al he was always like what their band's name was: a skinny puppy. A puppy in Al's hands, unable to move a muscle when Al had his way with him. The Mi istry singer was almost grinning as he threw Ogre on the floor. His grin turned into a smirk as he heard Cevin and Dwayne from outside and he soon knrw what that meant.

When Cevin burst inside and Dwayne ran to Ogre, Al covered his mouth with the back if his hand and giggled. "You guys are so feminine--" he gasped hard before finishing his sentense when Cevin hit his against the wall and shouted at him. Al's first reaction was to shrug and smirk. "You know I didn't do anything he didn't want done!" He said insolently to the other man, winking and shoving him back. "Go wipe the fucking, filthy tears off his face, Crompton! See what you make of it!" Al smirked even more, chuckling at how helpless Ogre seemed, how scared Dwayne was and how angry he had made Cevin. He was so satisfyied to see him like this. It was one of his favorite things to irritate Cevin, and by doing it through raping Ogre he was hitting two birds with one stone.

My Puppy Pet

Al was in the studio, waiting for Ogre to enter do thatvthey could start recording the songs they wanted that day. When Ogre showed up, Al smirked and placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him more to him. “Hey, Ogilvie… How about we have some fun with this little thing before recording…?” Al asked, still smirking, always looking at the younger man. His smirk had a sign of malice in it now.

He moved towards a desk where he already had a syringe and the substance he was going to use. And he knew Ogre couldn’t resist him or escape. To make sure, the Ministry singer quickly moved to the door, locking it. Thus, any chanve of escape for Ogre was out of the way and also the chance of anyone walking in on them. Then, he returned back to his heroin and smiled at Ogre. “It doesn’t bite, you know. Wanna feel like Dwayne does?” He teased him in a way thatvwas not cute, more like hateful and bitter, but he didn’t care. He took some steps closer to him and raised his eyebrows. “Come now, Kev. A try never hurt anyone…”

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Al had a smile of delight while he was in the middle of his job with Ogre there. He had the fun the other didn't have, but that was totally okay for Al. He didn't really care if Ogre enjoyed it or didn't feel okay with it. He just kept pounding more and more into him, his fingernails digging deeper and deeper into Ogre's skin as he held him in place so that he wouldn't escape. Not that he would go anywhere. The door was locked. "Shut up, stupid whore!" Al growled, grabbing a fisyful of Ogre's Industrial, fluffy hair and pulling it hard, causing Ogre's head to be pulled up. "I will kick your and your friends' asses if you dare doing anything stupid." He warned coldly as he now drove harder, moaning and groaning as his head touhed Ogre's prostate. A malicious grin came to his face and he saw Ogre reaching for the door. He grabbed Ogre's hand with both his hands and pinned it harshly on the table. Then, he turned him after stopping thrusting for a bit, changing his position and turning Ogre to face him, with his back on the table. Al wrapped Ogre's legs around his waist and held them in place as he thrusted all the way into Ogre's ass again. The producer smirked as he saw Ogre's erection but he translayed it as pleasure. "Well well!! My little whore is enjoying his time, after all!" He once again grabbed the raven haried man's hair and pulled it, stretching his neck and and then leaning in to suck on the skin and create a hard hickey, bruised and bitten. Al was closer and closer to his climax. He didn't care what Ogre felt though or how much he screamed. He kept growling and gasping in pleasure, thrusting harder and harder into him until he shivered, digging his nails into Ogre's thighs and climaxing hard into Ogre's ass, screaming out. Sticky and hot semen shot out of him and right deep inside Ogre. Al panted for a few seconds, falling on Ogre's body and then pulling oit of him with a hiss before dressing fast. A soujd at the door told him that someone was outside. A smirk appeared on Al's lips and he tirned to face the door. "Seems like the rest of the puppies came back to the den." He laughed and pushed Ogre off the table. "You're always a great fuck, Kev." He said as he went to unlock and open the door.

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Al was in the studio, waiting for Ogre to enter do thatvthey could start recording the songs they wanted that day. When Ogre showed up, Al smirked and placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him more to him. “Hey, Ogilvie… How about we have some fun with this little thing before recording…?” Al asked, still smirking, always looking at the younger man. His smirk had a sign of malice in it now.

He moved towards a desk where he already had a syringe and the substance he was going to use. And he knew Ogre couldn’t resist him or escape. To make sure, the Ministry singer quickly moved to the door, locking it. Thus, any chanve of escape for Ogre was out of the way and also the chance of anyone walking in on them. Then, he returned back to his heroin and smiled at Ogre. “It doesn’t bite, you know. Wanna feel like Dwayne does?” He teased him in a way thatvwas not cute, more like hateful and bitter, but he didn’t care. He took some steps closer to him and raised his eyebrows. “Come now, Kev. A try never hurt anyone…”

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Al loved seeing Ogre struggling so hard. He loved seeing him panic, hearing his panting and stressful whimpering as he got his way with him. The Ministry's singer's lips formed a smirk that onky grew as he slammed his cock into Ogre again, feeling his painfully tight insides clenching onto him. This drove him even more to the edge. "You know the only exit is the one I locked. Don't even bother!" He said in Ogre's ear as he saw the younger man trying to find an escape from his torture. There were times when Al really pitied Ogre the way he thrushed underneath him. He tried to see himself in Ogre's shoes but this would destroy and stop his erection, so he just shrugged it off and continued slamming in and out of him.

"Do you like it, little Canadian whore?" Al whispered in Ogre's ear again, licking his earlobe and giggling at his own remark. "This time, your lovely friends won't bother coming for you, boy!" Al growled. "They think we are recording. They are far away... And nobody can listen to your screams." He said with a growing smirk as his thrusts turned more frantic and fast, reaching deep inside Ogre.

My Puppy Pet

Al was in the studio, waiting for Ogre to enter do thatvthey could start recording the songs they wanted that day. When Ogre showed up, Al smirked and placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him more to him. “Hey, Ogilvie… How about we have some fun with this little thing before recording…?” Al asked, still smirking, always looking at the younger man. His smirk had a sign of malice in it now.

He moved towards a desk where he already had a syringe and the substance he was going to use. And he knew Ogre couldn’t resist him or escape. To make sure, the Ministry singer quickly moved to the door, locking it. Thus, any chanve of escape for Ogre was out of the way and also the chance of anyone walking in on them. Then, he returned back to his heroin and smiled at Ogre. “It doesn’t bite, you know. Wanna feel like Dwayne does?” He teased him in a way thatvwas not cute, more like hateful and bitter, but he didn’t care. He took some steps closer to him and raised his eyebrows. “Come now, Kev. A try never hurt anyone…”

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Al was enjoying how Ogre was so clueless about what he had in mind. It would make the surprise even better later on. So, he couldn’t help his smirk from forming on his face as he saw Ogre’s reaction going from a pleasant, almost happy one, to an angry and scared one. His grip on his throat tigtherned as Ogre was talking, asking him what he was doing and asking him to leave him alone. No, that was not in the plan. “You will soon know what I’m doing, puppy.” Al said coldly. Due to him being too high very suddenly from the high dose of heroin, Al wasn’t able to get a good hold of Ogre as the Skinny Puppy singer freed himself and ran to the door. Al was just smirking at that point. he knew it was pointless. As Ogre turned to him, facing him all scared and helpless, Al nearly felt sorry for him. But all this faded when Ogre shouted, trying to seem intimidating. Al remembered why he wanted him all his that evening. And this was what he would do.

He growled and walked towards the singer, grabbing his by his throat and dragging him from his throat further into the studio and away from the door. He wouldn’t take any chances. “Fucking shut the fuck up, Kevin, or I’m really wrecking your vocal chords... But you do this to yourself already, don’t you?” Al laughed and slammed him against the wall,pressing him with his own body to make sure he wouldn’t go anywhere and quickly tore Ogre’s pants and boxers, leaving him nude where he wanted him nude. Al then pushed his own pants and boxers down and stroked his semi-hard cock. With a smirk, he slammed Ogre’s face on the wall and the decided he would be better bent on the desk. So, that’s what he did. He dragged Ogre to the desk and bent him over, kicking his legs apart and stretching his ass open for him. “This might hurt a little, fair warning... Oh, not me, by the way. You!” Al said laughing before slamming his now hard dick into Ogre’s ass with a groan. One hand pressed Ogre’s body down on the desk as the other wrapped again around his throat, squeezing it. 

My Puppy Pet

Al was in the studio, waiting for Ogre to enter do thatvthey could start recording the songs they wanted that day. When Ogre showed up, Al smirked and placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him more to him. “Hey, Ogilvie… How about we have some fun with this little thing before recording…?” Al asked, still smirking, always looking at the younger man. His smirk had a sign of malice in it now.

He moved towards a desk where he already had a syringe and the substance he was going to use. And he knew Ogre couldn’t resist him or escape. To make sure, the Ministry singer quickly moved to the door, locking it. Thus, any chanve of escape for Ogre was out of the way and also the chance of anyone walking in on them. Then, he returned back to his heroin and smiled at Ogre. “It doesn’t bite, you know. Wanna feel like Dwayne does?” He teased him in a way thatvwas not cute, more like hateful and bitter, but he didn’t care. He took some steps closer to him and raised his eyebrows. “Come now, Kev. A try never hurt anyone…”

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Al's favorite thing was to lock Cevin and Dwayne outside. He didn't like them and it showed. So, when Ogre didn't even realise he was locking themselves inside, Al got excited. Not he would do whatever he wanted to him. And if he complained... well... too bad for the Skinny Puppy singer. Al would always have his way with everytbing and now Ogre was what he wanted. And he would get it. "The others?" Al asked again, thinking. "Oh, yeah, they went to eat something." He said calmly, trying to gain the other's trust. It would be easier if Ogre fully trusted him.

When Ogre sat down, Al sat on the actual desk, watching him. He didn't offer to help as he knew Ogre was shooting up cocaine and he knew how to deal with needles and finding a vein. When he did, Al smirked more, more like a predator waiting for his victim to be immobile. When Ogre looked up at him, Al chuckled snd tapped his nose. "See? It feels good, doesn't it? You must always listen to Uncle Al!" He said and smiled, moving to get the suringe amd filled it with the same substance - heroin. His favorite drug. He rolled his own sleeve up amd took the syringe, finding a vein very easily due to having shot up way too many times in the past. He pushed the neely in his vein and lt the drug flow in his system. When he finished, he groaned a little in his mouth, closing his eyes momentarily and then looking at Ogre. He suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet, pulling him to himself. "You won't regret this... " He warned, knowing it was a lie. He then pushed Ogre against the wall and wrapped a hand around his neck. "We will have a grest time, the two of us!" He groweld into Ogre's ear before pressing his free hand onto Ogre's dick in a painful way. "And if you don't... Oh well! /I/ will..."

My Puppy Pet

Al was in the studio, waiting for Ogre to enter do thatvthey could start recording the songs they wanted that day. When Ogre showed up, Al smirked and placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him more to him. “Hey, Ogilvie… How about we have some fun with this little thing before recording…?” Al asked, still smirking, always looking at the younger man. His smirk had a sign of malice in it now.

He moved towards a desk where he already had a syringe and the substance he was going to use. And he knew Ogre couldn’t resist him or escape. To make sure, the Ministry singer quickly moved to the door, locking it. Thus, any chanve of escape for Ogre was out of the way and also the chance of anyone walking in on them. Then, he returned back to his heroin and smiled at Ogre. “It doesn’t bite, you know. Wanna feel like Dwayne does?” He teased him in a way thatvwas not cute, more like hateful and bitter, but he didn’t care. He took some steps closer to him and raised his eyebrows. “Come now, Kev. A try never hurt anyone…”

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My Puppy Pet

Al was in the studio, waiting for Ogre to enter do thatvthey could start recording the songs they wanted that day. When Ogre showed up, Al smirked and placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him more to him. "Hey, Ogilvie... How about we have some fun with this little thing before recording...?" Al asked, still smirking, always looking at the younger man. His smirk had a sign of malice in it now.

He moved towards a desk where he already had a syringe and the substance he was going to use. And he knew Ogre couldn't resist him or escape. To make sure, the Ministry singer quickly moved to the door, locking it. Thus, any chanve of escape for Ogre was out of the way and also the chance of anyone walking in on them. Then, he returned back to his heroin and smiled at Ogre. "It doesn't bite, you know. Wanna feel like Dwayne does?" He teased him in a way thatvwas not cute, more like hateful and bitter, but he didn't care. He took some steps closer to him and raised his eyebrows. "Come now, Kev. A try never hurt anyone..."

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♭ - A song that reminds my muse of yours.

Shore Lined Poison - Skinny Puppy 

[uncle-alain]

Al was sure his boyfriend would say something like that. In fact, he was so ready that he smirked at Ogre's words. But no one could tell if his smirk was or not an evil one or an amused one. Seeing how Ogre was complaining, only confirmed to him how fragile his partner was and that turned him on even more. "You really think this argument leads anywhere... Cause it doesn't. It only makes it worse on you..." Al replied, sighing and then shaking his head. "You know... I don't know, lemme think about it."

{Meme} Three Times Terrified (uncle-alain)

“I’m scared when you’re violent to me, Al. When you hit me, or yell at me out of nowhere, and when you… Force me to do stuff I don’t really want to…” Ogre answered bitterly.

[uncle-alain]

Al saw that Ogre had gotten annoyed with him. He didn't care, though. "I know it fucking hurts, asshole, why do you think I get off to it so fast?" He laughed, smirking down at Ogre. And as the singer tried to defend himself, Al smirked even more, rolling his eyes a bit. "Just look at you, man!" He said. "I should be taking a video of you to see how you act! Ohh, dear Kevin, you /don't/ wanna see my worst...! Trust me, you don't...!"

{Meme} Three Times Terrified (uncle-alain)

“I’m scared when you’re violent to me, Al. When you hit me, or yell at me out of nowhere, and when you… Force me to do stuff I don’t really want to…” Ogre answered bitterly.