The deed had been accomplished. Doug and Dave succeeded in entwining themselves within the Devil’s grip. An endless swim in fire, they linked naked arms, while bestial figures slithered between their aroused legs. Uncertain playful fright bounced off their eyes as they stared into a hopeless oblivion of nothingness. Shrieks and screams and tears; Doug and Dave didn’t know their dive would lead to such misery, at least that is, for both of them. One hoped, while the other prayed. One sang as the other danced. One laughed, the other chanted. One fasted, the other bled a sacrificial lamb…one did this and one did that for one reason and only one: each wanted the other to suffer an eternity of consequence. Then, they took a dive.
They went headfirst into a pit and indeed landed headfirst a thousand feet beneath the surface of our urban paradise. They dove away from our sexual wonders, our inebriating substances, and our fantastical graveyard battlefields. They leapt from our fantasy driven, sweat derived, disease filled, death riddled metropolises. Doug and Dave went as far as to turn their backs on our every-man million-acre killing fields we call farms to travel to a place both hoped the other wouldn’t ever be; Doug and Dave wanted the other of their two selves to wind up in Hell. It was a carnal, natural, and instinct driven hatred they possessed for the other.
Nevertheless, there Doug and Dave were shivering as their embrace signaled of, “I forgive you, man, if you forgive me”, but that could never happen and it wouldn’t have mattered if they had forgiven each other. It’s already been said, they had dove headfirst into a pit a thousand feet beneath. The place they fell into, they wouldn’t find their way out. They could scratch and claw and feel around with their eyes closed, but the figures swimming in and out of their legs wouldn’t let them leave. These bestial beings were too stimulated at having the chance to wrap themselves around Doug and Dave’s aroused legs. The soon to be begs of tranquility from Doug and Dave didn’t have meaning to the beasts…it was the legs, the legs, the legs…too enticing, too exciting! It was too late! Eternity they would stay, eternally they would slave; they were befitting of their tragedy. Their greed would never need supplementation. Others could feed on their need to plant their evil seeds. Below the worst of human degradation, Doug and Dave’s ready exhilaration at having the other suffer for all of time deserved the exertion from the Devil and his friends. Doug and Dave deserved extra attention for their dive.
So aroused, so stimulated, the blood rushes were what these bestial things needed. They needed fear and hate; they wanted Doug and Dave’s paranoia. They wanted their selfish desires to reign through Doug and Dave’s cerebral unwillingness to participate. Sexual gratification was a must to these beings from down below and that’s what they wanted only, only, and only for all of time. They wanted Doug and Dave and their determination would never cease.
In their embrace, long after their dive, thousands of days, dozens of years, Doug and Dave are still there. They feel the extra attention their stimulated legs receive. A thing drifts in and out of between their legs one after another, one after another, and one right after another. Pain isn’t felt any longer because they’ve adapted. Pleasure and love, Doug and Dave feel these emotions for the things inserting in and out of between their legs. They couldn’t do without, but they still couldn’t muster a word to each other.
They had grown fond of the love received from the pleasuring beasts. The satanic figures laughing from their perches above, they grew to admire them too. The chains rusting around their arms and necks, they called by names. First link. Second link. Third link…both had given names to three links. Doug and Dave’s savior, however, was the one who sat highest of all above them. He had his pitchfork and he had his tail, and Doug and Dave, they called him, Master. Forever enslaved, forever ensnared, yet forever enchanted: Doug and Dave’s enthrall led them to call the thing sitting above grunting while self-gratifying, Master.
