The video starts and a scene comes to life on the screen.
A large bed- and what is sprawled across it- dominates the picture. At the center of the shot is a freshly broken butch laying back, nude, his hands shackled to the headboard of the bed. His skin is flushed hot, a sheen of sweat over his features as he tries to steady his breathing. A taller butch dressed in leather, still catching her own breath, rises from the bed to free his hands before stepping out of frame.
"Go on, it’s still rolling. I’ll make a cut here. Introduce yourself nice like we practiced. We’ll go again if you fuck up."
A flash of indignation goes over his face, eyes glaring up at her before it fizzles away into shame; this is an inevitability well known to him. She gets what she wants. His voice is smaller than his frame when he speaks, and something like a satisfied tiredness sits under it.
"my name is alice. i like to call myself alex too, 'cause im butch." A hand, its wrist still marked from its bondage, slides down his body as he spreads his legs slowly and deliberately. His fingers trace a few bright, splotchy red bruises, shivering at the feeling on his oversensitive skin.
"i… lost to dick. real, superior butch dick. i thought i didn’t need her cock. i thought i understood my needs best, but i know better now." His hand is under his leg now, grazing the back of his thigh before it reaches his cunt, spreading it from the side. It’s flushed, drenched, obviously freshly bred. Proof spills out of his hole as he pulls it open, staining the sheets just as it did his womb. There's a distant look in his eyes as he watches her behind the camera, with a heavy respect; is she his lover, or captor? His breaths shake, but he continues.
"s-she stirred up my insides anyway, over and over, because she knows me better than i do." The sheets shuffle as his hips roll, idly humping his abused cunt against his free hand as it lays over his crotch. It feels better than he would admit. "she didn't stop because she knew i needed real sex. she knew id sound prettier singing her tune. before, i felt solid, strong and butch. now, i'm just... empty without you. i can... my womb feels it, knows what its missing out on, so... p-please..." His voice quiets and cracks as he stops short of asking for it.
"Please what, ████?" Its inaudible which name she calls him by, but something in him snaps as the words hit him, and the tension in his body melts into the bed. Strong thighs twitch and relax, his fingers push inside him- he knows he shouldn't overthink this, and he's dumber with his cunt full. It's enough to make him forget his pride, and the words leave him in a slutty whine. "please, god, fuck me until that feeling never goes away, don't let my body forget how you gave it a new purpose, make me yours again, please, please-" The playback ends there, his mouth frozen half open, fingers glistening wet with cum and poised to push back inside him. I set it to loop and restart the video. He hates it when I watch our porn while he sucks me off, but the way he groans on my cock when he hears himself beg is priceless. I get what I want.
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Also! Don't want people to forget Electra also very much blows up in the workshop too :]
We have Three Heads, then Only You, then the "gotta be strong gotta belong" ditty with GB and Electra singing a few words about how they lost then Electra repeating "I want to destroy him, I want to destroy him" as he assumedly overheats and *explosion sound effect followed by him sitting down, the universal at this point to mean no more from him*
Greaseball does survive and has his song with Dinah though it is much sadder as GB is quite frankly scared (well within reason, points to rippo and splodie to his left) and says he literally can't move and can't race again -> going onto the "you can be converted!" (Which makes a LOT more sense for Poppa to just say that to him then within that context than in the shows after that)
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I mean, as much as I enjoy getting vault tracks in the re-recordings, I feel like after them Taylor has developed this approach that every song that she wrote for an album has to see the light of day and that's how we end up with several editions of the same album
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