Thought I'd put this here as well, before I remove it from the threads I think. Keep it all together. But, since it is so long.. I'm just going to put it in a post of it's own.
First, I will say this is based off of a dream I had this early morning. So, it's very interesting. I'm going to write out the dream in a short story to give you what it is and what it is about. It's very Stephen King in the sense that it... is very far fetched. And you seriously have to have the stomach for this. I'm not sure how large this group rp will be as of yet. But, I'm leaning towards six people, possibly more. Also, I would like to start this from the very beginning. Before the murder, if at all possible.
Warden (High Level Demon) - Dominate/Assertive Male
Young Pretty Coming of Age Juvenile Delinquent - Submissive/Passive/Innocent Male (This will be played by me)
Early twenties prisoner - Switch Male (My characters jail house friend)
Guard #1 (Lesser Demon) - Assertive/Top Male
Guard #2 (Lesser Demon) - Assertive/Top Male
Middle Aged Prisoner - Dominate/Assertive Male
Mid-Twenties Prisoner - Dominate/Assertive Male
Prisoner #1 - Assertive/Top Male
And more can be added depending on how many people like this idea! NOW, Both MALES and FEMALES are welcome to join. But, remember you will be playing a male. And I may have some room for more submissive males.. we'll see.
Onward to the story:
Kaede didn't know what to think as he watched his best friend get handcuffed and shoved into a police cruiser. He swallowed tightly, feeling like rocks were choking him. He was slammed to the hood of separate cop car as the sound of metal against clinked around his wrists. A deep frown replacing the look of shock as he felt the masculine cop behind him grind against his a little, as if it were helping hold him down. Cringing with a small sound of pain, when his hands were lifted to yank him up, he spat at the cop serving only to be backhanded roughly and shoved into the backseat of the cruiser.
How had he gotten himself into this mess? Oh, he remembered now as the lights of the city flashed by him, god how he hated America.. Not that Japan was any better to be certain of that, the crime was just as disgusting, if not worse. But, how could Kaede be capable of it? Especially when he was so close to eighteenth birthday! As they drove by the crime scene he tossed one more glance at the mangled body of one of his classmates. Did he regret what they had done to the bastard? No. Not one bit, not an ounce of remorse touched his soul. The fucker had it coming to him after the many days of torment he had caused Kaede.
The class breaks where he'd be shoved into a bathroom and forced to service Luke Callehan, being told to treat the bastards engorged member like the best Popsicle he'd ever had his lips on. And to be honest, the fucking thing tasted like rotted meat wrapped in rotting lettuce that had been doused in peanut oil, burnt peanut oil. It was completely and utterly disgusting! The fact that his ass was groped in passing held nothing to that filth he called a cock. So, no, he felt nothing for killing and mangling Luke, and it certainly didn't bother him to leave the prick's disemboweled body in front of his parents workplace. To Kaede it was more of a poetic statement than anything else, 'Here, have your filthy son. This is what he really is'.
Was Kaede troubled? Of course he was, wouldn't you be if you'd walked in on your parents completely a suicide pact and shooting each other in the mouth? Kaede had been 10 when he saw that, it stayed with him forever. He was shipped off to family in Las Vegas, what family? The kind of Asian family who won millions in the casino's and just never left. He became one of those twisted privileged kids. You know the kind, 'Let's just keep this between you and Uncle, okay? Don't worry, it's supposed to feel that way. It's only a finger, get used to it.' and so on. So Kaede was on anti-depressants, anti-anxiety, and insomnia meds, had been for many years. Though, in order to accomplish his grisly task he'd stopped taking them for a couple months.
But, all of that is beside the point. The real trauma and agony was only just beginning. Kaede would go through trial, pleading guilty to all accounts of murder and his best friend would plead guilty as well. Why? Well, for one he HELPED and for two he wasn't about to leave his thin, short, not to mention pretty friend in the clutches of maximum security prison by himself.
The Prison was in the middle of nowhere Oregon, towards the coast. It rained like hell almost constantly and was dark from the clouds. The drive in from sunny Nevada to rainy Oregon was like crossing into a different world to Kaede, he hadn't seen rain like this in years. But, what really made it all surreal was the prison, it was just different. It exuded this aura of darkness, not because it was a prison, but from something else. Something dark and inhuman was inside there and it terrified Kaede to think too much on it. With a flash of lightning Kaede found himself nearly in his best friends lap with a look of horror plastered on his expression. For just a moment.. In that flash, he could've sworn he saw something like lucifer himself casting a roaring shadow over the prison. Like it was a prison for the damned, for the new demonic recruits.
Oh how close Kaede was to the truth..
The warden was a tall man with an evil look in his eyes. Those seemingly dark orbs could swallow young souls and devour them in their secrets. He was evil, pure evil. And Kaede was terrified of him, he'd already received a longing stare from the warden, one that spoke volumes of Kaede soon to be forgotten virginity. And it was that very night the first claim had been laid on his supple backside. Kaede had been too close to the bars of his cell that bordered another prisoners. And before he knew it had been grabbed backwards, yanked to the chilled bars and pinned in an older mans arms. No matter how Kaede had cried that evening no one came to his aid, though his best friend could be heard calling to him and begging the guards to help him. The next night was the same thing, same man. But, it was rougher than the night before, he'd walked away bleeding last night. But, this time he crawled away with blood down his thighs.
Kaede's first week had been one of rape and beatings. The showers became a place of fear for him and his best friend. And by the third week they were making his best friend fuck him until he sobbed from the ache in his body. Kaede would beg for it to stop and they would let it stop. Only to have another replace his friend in the frantic fucking that Kaede was beginning to try and stay silent. But, his fellow prisoners would always find someway to ignite his fear, his innocence and defiance. By the end of the first month even the guards were taking him into solitary to have their way with him. They would leave him in there, rotating out guards and prisoners to do what they liked with him without killing him or severally hurting him.
And by the third month people had started disappearing, the warden would walk the cell blocks checking a list off. And those he had stopped in front of would be gone by the next day and would never return. This lasted for weeks until it seemed like the prison was nearly empty. But, one fateful night Kaede was bringing the warden his ties from the laundry room and what he saw in the office was foul.. The warden had leathery wings, cherry apple red skin, glowing gold eyes and he was eating the prisoners.. Starting with their nether regions and devouring them while they were still alive. Kaede dropped the ties and ran as fast as he could back to his cell, he'd never witnessed something so ghastly and horrifying before. not even the murder he had committed was so terrible.
Curling up in his cell, far in the corner he rocked there, staying in that spot for days, talking to himself and mumbling. Everyone left him alone until the warden came for him... The tall human stood before Kaede, but the boy knew differently.. That was a general of Hell itself. And it wanted him. But, what the boy didn't know was that he was the chosen one. He was to be bathed in the blood of demons, to become a servant of Hell... And to become the warden's demonic boy.