House of Watson. #Whhouuch!

Slow; deep; hard... the 12 gauge pipe was thrust into me.
i was a man, i was strong, i was powerful, but now... now i am nothing.
as the sun dies, he creeps into my room, slowly, quietly, delicately, but i know he's there. i always know.
I feel the warm haze from his exited mouth against my slickly soft neck.
and
down
         down
                   down
i sink into a pool of pain... and pleasure.
some say it's nice to be loved, but this, this is not love; this is torture.
and yet... i don't stop him. even if not for the chains and duct tape i still would let him.
am i confused?
or do i just need to be, wanted.
          up
     up
up
     and my purple shmecker has risen, and so has the sun,. the beast retreats, the war is over. i can live again. i am safe, and alone... i wash out my sphincter and face the world... i can live again... until tomorrow.

 Lewis Tremaine Ft. Sid Beale