The Knife Thrower

Exquisite performance.

“Yet the black-clad figure has also now stepped fully into the light. And he too is more than capable of inspiring the mind and heart. He stands, armed folded, and legs apart. And the light behind him finds a shape through the flimsy sheer fabric in which he is draped; a silhouette appears, of a kind that will soon find its match amongst the curves and hard planes of the younger man’s body. Find its most secret places.

“Throat. Cunt.

“The shadow at the man’s groin grows and shifts even as we watch it. And the air becomes still. And we wait until all eyes are fixed on him, and the shadow has grown through artfully-placed slits in his robe. The shadow attains a bewitching, a glistening, solidity.

“A simple tug at a belt and he too is naked. The bearded one. The dark-skinned one, brown from a life in the sun. He takes a step towards the blonde, his magnificent cock leading him, and takes the boy’s chin in his hand.

“And then he is between the boy’s lips, and down into his throat. And he fucks the pretty face as if he means it. With vigour. With force. He fucks the pretty face till there are tears. Tears and snot. Gasps and wails and snorts and snuffles. It isn’t that the boy is an amateur. It’s simply that the weapon is so large.”