Skyclad Scribble

Prison of Desire

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I was in a bus from school with two girls. One gave me a cupcake which was delicious but obviously full of an aphrodisiac. I wanted to get fucked by one of the girls really bad. So we got out of the bus into the woods. We got naked and I was all excited but then I heard a voice coming out of the ground. I looked around and saw a cave in the ground with very strange people, looking like a mix of aliens and dinosaurs, painted red and black in it. They asked me to help them with their young ones. I realised (for some reason) that the whole cupcake/sex thing was just a conspiracy to get me into that cave, to these people.

It worked out in their favour. I ran away from the aliensaurs even if they were acting all friendly, I didn’t trust them. They were speaking in something that can hardly be described as a language. It was rather some kind of noise. But it made sense in my head. I ran until I met some Iroquois who asked me if I would allow them to fight against the aliensaurs. I agreed. Everyone was happy.

I walked on until I found a huge library (still under the ground, mind you). It was the private library of Terry Pratchett. I wasn’t surprised to see him. We talked about Dennis Cooper and how I know this incredible, creative, talented and sexy boy named Koes and that I think that Koes isn’t real but a creation of Dennis that was brought to life with an ancient ritual that involves a lot of blood and the castration of four boys by a witch (Mr Pratchett seemed honestly interested).

I promenaded through the library which was not only full of books but also different skeletons, strange living (?) animals, oddly stiff bodies and some very bizarre objects which made me feel uncomfortable just because of their geometry. I couldn’t help thinking about Lovecraft and was wondering if the Great Old Ones were real and If they have anything to do with these aliensaurs. It just seemed natural that gods could become real in a place like this.

I entered a room with a table, two men sitting at it, having cake, They were dressed like French noblemen of the 18th century. They asked me to join them and I did. In this moment I realised that I’m still naked and even had an erection but I wasn’t embarrassed and the two man didn’t seem to notice anything strange.

I talked about something with the men when I became aware of a boy who was in the same room. He was playing with a ball near a tree that was growing in the middle of the room. One of the men called him and he came to our table and with one of his fingers he was tasting some cream of one of the cakes. He was incredibly beautiful and scary at the same time.

His face was nearly white (I think he was wearing powder) but his cheeks had a soft red tone. He had long, white hair, bound to a braid with a black hair bow.  Besides that he was completely naked. He must have been around 13. When he spoke to one of the men I heard his fragile silver voice. I couldn’t understand what he was saying but the man told him something about me. It seemed like that the boy noticed me only in this very moment. He was standing in front of me and touched my face, kissed my forehead and then he slapped me. I felt warm blood in my mouth and woke up.