In which there is no reason to be in love with a porn director
I reviewed this one back in October. I tried to be as nice as possible to the author, Marjolys, despite her love of fics where Arno was being sodomized against his will. As expected, my comments were removed. Of the positive reviewers, I recognize all of them: Izzy Grinch, who has an unhealthy obsession with de Sade and Arno; Kalincka, who wrote a full-length story and a short-story where Arno is being bound and sodomized in 'light' BDSM, and Moody Disorder, a co-author with Kalincka (aside from Izzy Grinch, all are French yet speak English). The author is French, but is capable of speaking English - I will be reading this fic thanks to Google translate. As is usual, I was the only one critical of this story.
On the ground leaning against the wall, Arno saw through the windows only the gray of the winter sky, as sad and gloomy as he was himself. Like almost every day for more than two months, he remained locked up at home and let himself be lost in the mists of drunkenness caused by his artificial paradise of predilection that was alcohol. A nagging pain in his heart was his daily bread, the only one he needs to keep reminding him that he was still alive.
He closed his eyes; his eyelids were so heavy. Yet he could not sleep.
Elise ...
Which he does - Arno is in a drunken depression and de Sade hires him to be a bodyguard. In this AU, the Assassins are merely part of a general security company. Not too off the mark, but the author says she wanted to set it in modern times rather than the 18th century. Napoleon is dead, but de Sade is alive solely for the pairing. I'm also treated to this:
"The Marquis de Sade," Bellec finally replied in a stiff tone.
"Sade? This name is not unknown to me ..."
"Do not play the ignorant, Arno. There is not a man or a woman in Paris who is not aware of the misdeeds of the "divine marquis", the most infamous director of pornographic films in France."
If you are French, Marjolys, there is absolutely no way in Hell you don't know France is a Republic and a secular state. I am Canadian, and even the French-speaking province of Quebec has similar laws regarding religion. You are free to express your faith, but there is no dominant faith anymore in the country (and current demographics and events like Charlie Hebdo don't help things). In de Sade's actual time, being anti-Catholic was seen as heretical and part of the general Enlightenment. Today, people will simply roll their eyes at you.The divine Marquis ... Arno remembered having seen one or two of his videos one night when he felt very lonely at home. They had involved a flock of young boys and girls playing games of dominations, if he remembered well, as well as various accessories but very little clothing and not the slightest restraint - if asked the question, Arno n would talk about it only in the presence of his lawyer. He had vaguely heard about stories with the general justice, and also more or less consensual sex ... An unsavory type, therefore, that Arno did not have a crazy desire to rub shoulders. Also deeply opposed to any form of religion and particularly anti-Catholic.
What gets me, though, is the whole porn director thing. De Sade in his time was more than a sexual libertine: he was arrested multiple times for sexual cruelty. In-game he is seen with what is clearly an underaged girl (which fans like Izzy Grinch are fine ignoring because 'he has better chemistry with Arno). Why a security company is getting involved with a guy 'dominating' thirteen year old boys and girls is Roman Polanski territory - a comment I made, and ironically enough, Polanski fled to France after being convicted after raping a 13-year-old girl in the US. Fits the bill, doesn't it?
The features engraved in Bellec's marble seemed finally animated ... to take an even more severe expression. Arno immediately lowered his nose into his coffee.
"Yes," he replied curtly. Sadly. "His filthy films should be burned and this pig thrown in jail for these obscenities. Turnips praising debauchery, perversion and violence."
"This is called auteur cinema," said Arno with a half-smile.
"It's more serious than that, Arno. Do you know the infamous Justine or the Woes of Virtue , his latest feature film that made a huge scandal?"
"Never heard of it. I do not exactly know the news of the porn movie."
"Under the flawed pen of Sade, this poor girl named Justine is raped, deliver food to a pack of dogs, bleed live, scorch and the worst and best! You must have a sick brain to indulge in such abominations."
"At least you recognize him a brain. But tell me ... Did you see that movie?"
"Certainly not ! Bellec choked. I heard about it in the press, it was good enough."
Arno rolled his eyes - as discreetly as possible so as not to risk catching a torgnol in his face. It is true that he did not know the Marquis de Sade, but since the man was not present to defend himself, Arno felt morally compelled to do it for him.'Justine' is today considered 'feminist' literature by some, because a woman is taking control of her sexuality and also engages in rape. However, this is also an era where we have films like 'The Human Centipede' and 'A Serbian Film'. French films have always been boundary breaking, but if the French courts think he's breaking some heavy-handed laws that is worthy of concern.
There is no way Arno wouldn't know who de Sade is, because he's a person who follows the news. He's playing the ignoramus for reasons hitherto unknown. Why is Arno defending de Sade? I guess we'll find out.
"Come on Bellec, we are no longer in the 18th century. It's been a long time since subversive pornography no longer systematically leads to the guillotine. Live with your time, what the hell! It is the characteristic of each era to want to shock and transgress the moral order, it is nothing new. Authors who show violence are not necessarily psychopathic fools themselves, but rather seek to denounce this violence. Most of the time. Similarly for sex, we can do porn without being a finite pervert. Good, and what does he want, your guts?"Hey, Marjolys. Word of advice: yeah, we're not living in the 18th century anymore, and we also live in a world where we take the rape of teenage girls pretty seriously. Back then (and the argument is made later in the story), young girls became prostitutes not because they wanted to, but were forced to. They had to sell their virginity and catch syphilis just to earn money. Other girls were sold by their parents. It was not a pretty life for them. For Arno to dismiss the fact de Sade is using underage actors not only is a violation of the porn industry - which requires actors to be over the age of 18 and which you must be 18 to view - speaks a lot more about his character than you realize.
There's porn involving adults, and there is porn involving underage girls and boys. Arno shouldn't be making the 'art' comment especially when it involves teens whose bodies are ruined and whose pictures are posted everywhere for people to see.
A few minutes later, kneeling on the floor throwing the bottles and other garbage in a big garbage bag, he wondered if he was not making a mistake by agreeing to serve a sulphurous director of porn movies -gore of author.Oh, you'll find out eventually, my dear Arno.
What he suffered, however, was the image of Elise taking advantage of Arno's clarity of mind to immediately invade him. In order to evacuate these black ideas, he had used all day to surround his future client more closely, and had succeeded rather well: he had got his hands on a large number of press articles relating the escapades of the Marquis. Most were quite recent. A prostitute's story places Victories, various indictments for debauchery and orgies ... Arno knew that Sade was far from being an isolated case; however, he was one of the most media-savvy. His task promised to be laborious ...De Sade wasn't punished for being with hookers, remember. He was punished for the sexual cruelty he inflicted on them. If you whip a maid to the point she has to convince her family that no, it's not abuse, it's not, while crying, pretty good sign she wasn't consenting to that little bit of whipping. In modern times, getting caught in an orgy usually puts you in tabloid magazines and ruins your reputation, but it isn't illegal per se. It becomes illegal when you orgy members are underage. Start thinking for once, Arno.
A man in his 40s in a green fleece bathrobe and matching slippers looked at him with curiosity, a slight smile floating on his lips. A little taller than Arno, he stood upright, even slightly arched back, and certainly cleared the imposing. His face was rather elongated and quite pleasant. The sympathetic and engaging expression that emanated from it could have deceived the ambiguous nature of the character, if it had not been betrayed by the calculating spark that was reading deep in his eyes and confirmed to Arno who he was dealing with .The people who write this pairing don't seem aware that the age gap is something pursued in gay literature and relationships. Arno, being the young, anal virgin, is attractive and in his physical peak. De Sade, older and with more experience, knows he cannot get anyone else to sleep with him and so much seduce and coerce Arno to sleep with him. Not a single person aside from myself has noticed this.
Also, de Sade is only taller than Arno while in heels. They're roughly about the same size. Under no circumstances does he possess a sympathetic face or aura - he gets off making people uncomfortable. Too bad for Arno, it's yet another case of, 'If I molest you enough, you'll love me.'
"Do you appreciate what you see?"
Arno shuddered, caught. He cleared his throat.
"To speak frankly ... Your reputation precedes you, marquis. If you're not the most seditious client I've worked for, you're probably one of the most exuberant."
The man beamed as if he had found the bean.
"You see me delighted beyond the imaginable. And God knows my imagination is overflowing. "Here we go. Arno is already caught staring and de Sade is beginning his flirtatious courtship. It certainly didn't take long.
It seemed to satisfy the Marquis, who, with a snap of his finger, brought the servant back in skirt, bringing a silver tray with two large cocktail glasses filled to the brim. Although he had no idea of the exact nature of their content - and for all he knew, Sade could have put two or three GHB tablets - Arno enviously contemplated. But recovering quickly he shook his head and politely refused his. He had been drinking heavily for the week, no need to risk collapsing here. Sade did not insist and got up from the sofa, grabbed his with a gesture almost dramatic, the raised little finger.Marjolys and her loyal fans don't seem aware that GHB is a date rape drug. It is used by gay men in orgies to increase their sexual potency, loosen their anuses, and have sex that can go on for hours. If Arno even suspects de Sade spiked his drink, that's the quickest way to throw out any loving relationship from the start. If you know this man's reputation (while also claiming you don't), and think he slipped a few GHB tablets for the sole purpose of sodomizing you, you need to 'Nope' the fuck right outta there.
"Pity moderates in each individual the activity of self-love," he seemed to recite. We carry without reflection to the help of those whom we see suffering, it takes the place of law, manners and virtue. Pity is the true foundation of morality."Says the guy spying on Arno and hiring him because he's the youngest, the prettiest, and most vulnerable guy on the force. You hired him because you knew you could sexually coerce him. Arno initially is angry de Sade was spying on him, but brushes it aside because he's interested or some shit. Yeah, OK.
Sade was dangerously close to Arno, now quite on the alert. He had come to protect this man, but felt that it was him at that moment who needed to be protected.He's going to fuck you, boy, and you aren't going to say no.
"Who are you saying that to ! exclaimed Sade with a chuckle. I am very regular prey. These scavengers of journalists like to continually rape my bloodless body."
Arno refrained from rolling his eyes. The oversized ego of this man had room only for himself. Sade paused and then resumed in a soft tone:
"I saw you so alone, so broken ... An animal bruised by the crowd, but also by itself. You touched me ."
Arno raised an eyebrow. The marquis was contradicting himself. That's why when Sade's long, slender fingers approached the handle of his cloak very discreetly, the young man pretended not to notice it and did not disengage himself. He was waiting for the rest.Here we go with the subtle touching, the 'Oh but you really like it, don't you?' excuse. It's not sexy, Marjolys. De Sade cares more about 'fake news' than he does about the girls he actually rapes. He's lucky he wasn't arrested in US prisons. The prisoners in General Population don't like child rapists all too much. Hell, in modern times the feminists would have his nuts. The French are lackadaisical on most things but underage abuse tends to provoke intense feelings in people.
True to form, de Sade knows Arno isn't in a good place and decides to capitalize on it like a vulture. Arno, not very bright or observant, goes along with it.
"First of all, Francois de la Serre. He was like a father to you, but he treated his relationship badly. Assassinated by his former associates, what irony."
"Marquis ..." Arno growled warning.
"You have been accused of negligence. You accused yourself of negligence."
"Stop ..."
"Then there was his daughter, Elise ... She left you behind her to take care of the sponsor of the murder of his father, is that it? The press was pretty ignorant about it. She failed and paid the price."
"Enough, Sade!"
Arno had practically roared. The marquis was finally silent, fascinated by the caged beast a few inches from him.
"Do not talk to me about them," he said curtly, turning away from his interlocutor. You know nothing. On them, on me, on what happened ..."
Imagine being hired by the guy who spawned the entire BDSM fetish, who is known to use underage actors in his movies, who then taunts you about your losses in your face. This is not the first time I've read this. All of the people who kudos'ed the story and commented on it all wrote stories where Arno, mourning Elise, rightfully gets angry when people throw her death in his face. It's a way to emotionally manipulate him into the arms of de Sade, and no one understands how fucked up this is. De Sade does this because it 'fascinates' him, and because he singled out Arno for the sole reason to groom him into sodomy. That's it. Arno is in a dark place, he is not, and rather than give him true comfort, he emotionally manipulates him.
His fury was already weakening, replaced by that familiar feeling of fatigue and abandonment. He looked down and tried to clear his mind. Impossible, the memories of the past were too strong.
"You feel guilty as if you had killed them yourself."
The tone was not accusing, it was just a fact. Arno did not need to be told, he already knew all too well. His coming here was not only vain but painful. Tomorrow he would apologize to Bellec and make him understand that he would not take this job with Sade, this odious person who had come to him only to torment him.
Arno was at this point of his thoughts when a warm hand passed in the top of his back and pressed his shoulder, comforting.
This is exactly what I mean: de Sade starts off with a provoking comment, Arno reacts, and then de Sade 'soothes' him, making him feel as if he was the good guy all along. This manipulation happens in all the stories involving this pairing - without fail. It's like the authors know what his real nature is, yet excuse it anyways.
"For an atheist as fervent as you, you often mention religion" could not help but comment on Arno in a low voice.
Sade greeted the remark with a small, light laugh.
"That's what happens when you meet an angel ... An angel with torn wings."
This had the merit of disturbing the young man. Noticing him, Sade's eyes shone with a strange glow and his tone became more confidential.
"You see Arno, there are much sweeter ways to suffer than self-pity. "
Again, this is done to weaken Arno's defenses. He is 'disturbed' and 'disgusted' until he is not. He is 'uncomfortable' until he is forced into de Sade's space. He is being sweet talked into doing things he otherwise might not do - in the second chapter. Yet, Marjolys awards bonus points to those who get who he is referencing. I'm more concerned about you bringing up him spiking Arno's drink, Frenchie.
Chapter 3 has this gem, which wouldn't be so bad if Marjolys didn't think anyone would note the GHB comment:
Then he saw himself on his knees, holding in his arms the lifeless body of the woman he loved and loved him so passionately. These nutty irises wide open that fixed him with resentment were those of Elise but also those of his adopted father, Francois de la Serre. The girl and the father looked at him and judged him relentlessly from the kingdom of the dead for his past and future faults.
Not to worry, my boy. de Sade will make all your fears go away - once he's done lubing up your pretty ass for his cock.
If he had to admit that to Sade, he was not someone predictable. For several weeks, Arno should rub shoulders with this man. Would he pierce his flashy carapace of upstart and vicious parvenu to discover a more nuanced facet? Unless there is indeed nothing else to discover. He doubted it, though.
A guy who made you uncomfortable, and who uses underage girls (whatever happened to you fighting for those who can't fight for themselves, Arno?) is now fascinating because he's unpredictable? I'd make an Epstein joke, but eh...
His look was filled with joy as well as surprise, as if Arno's arrival had been uncertain. He was dressed in a three-piece suit with very contemporary and obsolete motifs: white with stylized flowers with black and green contours, a bit like a tapestry, and wearing brown moccasins. The outfit was undoubtedly the latest chic, modern and showy - definitely too much to the taste of Arno - but to a certain extent.
Marjolys has an eye for detail, I'll give her that. But 'obsolete' and 'chic' shouldn't be in the same paragraph. They are contradictory terms.
The smirk was back. Arno rolled his eyes. He already wanted to go home.
"I'm sure you have a sweet pink limo," he said mockingly and pouted at his lips. Very flashy, very flashy, a bit like you."
Sade carried both hands to his chest in a dramatic gesture, opening his eyes wide and mimicking a very exaggerated "ME?" With his mouth. Arno turned away, blowing his nose.
Not a paragraph before you were trying not to laugh at de Sade's jokes, and now you want to go home? Can you make a decision, Arno? Or are you just that desperate for attention you'll pout at this guy (who imagines you sucking his cock, btw?)?
Arno had expected a studio. Again he did not know much about the erotic film industry - "and not pornographic" as Sade had rehearsed his ears all along the way.
"My films, far from being mere works of vulgar pornography, are both social critics but also poems for the general public. "
"You would be what could be called a vulgar poet? "
Sade had giggled but nothing retorted.Pretty sure most teenagers who've ever watched porn know about the industry. And don't act like you don't know, Arno - you would've been debriefed on the man you're supposed to protect. de Sade likes to compare his works to the class argument of 'The Human Centipede' or other European art film excuses for champagne elitists who act like they're better than everyone else. To people with common sense, de Sade is a guy who uses underage actors - and I'll keep saying this until the end.
In what was to be the living room or the dining room, men and women, whose faces Arno barely could see in the soft smoky darkness of the closed space, were activated in every sense by candlelight wall sconces or recessed on candlesticks on the floor. Unbuckled or even naked, some drank, others lay unconscious on the ground. Most were entwined in improbable hugs. There was even a goat.Most porn films are shot in private homes to reduce costs and for the illusion of privacy. de Sade films his in a place where the cops can't catch him - in a cottage house.
Part of Arno was reassured, to a lesser extent. Certainly the scene transpired lust, but in a rather conventional way. No sordid accessories in sight, no cry of agony. This did not prevent him from focusing his attention on any point in the room except the actors. Good God it was embarrassing.What's embarrassing? Are the actors underage, or are you just playing the Puritan? What are you reassured about, exactly?
The marquis's voice had finally caught the attention of a vaulted man standing behind a camera in a dark corner of the living room, miraculously still dressed. He turned his head toward the two men and opened his eyes wide with dilated pupils that extended well beyond his small glasses. The skin pale and the gray hair falling into oily locks, he seemed not to have seen the sun for ages. He appeared to be in his fifties but was probably older than his actual age.Spoiler: La Touche is the villain. Or quasi-villain.
"So, what do you think?" Sade asked.
"That the next time you end up in prison, it will probably be for embezzlement of a minor," warns Arno by pointing to the chin a naked girl sprawled on a meridian, closed eyelids. It could easily have been given in 16 years.
"In France the sexual majority is fixed at fifteen years I remind you, defended Sade, as well as the age of consent. Finally reassure yourself, I will not make them play anal sex, however. In any case, of course it would never come to mind to bring children on the set."
"Have not you ever been sued for sexual harassment?" Arno snapped.
Sade waved his remark with a wave of his hand, frowning as if he were evading a bad memory.I brought this up in my initial review: age of consent laws are for, say, teenage lovers who give themselves freely to one another. Pornography involves filming people in sexual acts, which you must be 18 to do. de Sade is using age of consent laws to excuse his films, but it doesn't excuse him at all: he's admitting he's using teenage girls in films and acts that speak to adults. Age of consent laws were raised to protect girls from sexual slavery, and de Sade is acting as if it's no big deal a 15-year-old girl gets spit-roasted on camera. Arno is right to be disgusted at it, but as we find out, his inhibitions are decreased as he 'falls in love' with de Sade.
And yes, it's a wonder de Sade hasn't been sued for sexual harassment. He's worse than Harvey Weinstein, and that guy - thanks to Ronan Farrow - hired ex-Mossad agents to go after his accusers. de Sade again acts as if this doesn't affect him. Sticking to his sex abuser status, at least.
"Oh Arno. Would you be ... jealous ??"
His irritation fell at once, and a wave of heat shot up his cheeks. The idea itself seemed so absurd that he doubted for a moment that he had heard correctly.
"What? No of course not !"
The eyes of the marquis shone with a disturbing gleam. The one he had already read in his eyes last night, and which Arno now recognized as a predatory glow. At this moment, a ray of light filtered through a gap in the shutters and landed on Sade's irises. Arno then noticed that his eyes were a beautiful lavender blue hue. As the day before, the glow disappeared as soon as it appeared.
"I'm joking Arno, relax ..."
It became urgent to divert the conversation.Nice to ask Arno if he's jealous of de Sade's teenage maid getting fucked on the floor. Nice of Arno to blush in response, as if you can be sexually excited at that. de Sade is giving Arno predatory looks and general 'get the fuck outta here' vibes, but Arno ignores it. Why? That sweet, virgin ass needs to be broken in, baby.
"And how ! The first two films are built on the schema of the innocent girl corrupted by the man. The public is so fond of it! But the third reverses the concept: the heroine is a libertine who seduces all the men she meets. "Even 'Lolita' had the guy feeling guilty, ffs. An innocent girl's corruption is usually a source for tragedy, not an erotica. Erotica would involve the 'innocent girl' being aware of what was happening and consenting to the man 'corrupting' her.
"I do not seek to be nominated at Cannes, Arno. The public does not need a lyric title, he only wants to know that a pure girl will be fucked for 1:30, the worst possible ways. Male instincts are basic above all else."
Sade swept the film set with a wave of his hand, where the naked female bodies as if they were male intertwined and moaned shamelessly, crudely attesting to his words. Arno turned away. This did not prevent him from feeling the eyes of the marquis resting on him like the claws of an eagle on a prey.Hey, Arno. de Sade just confessed the public likes to see 'pure girls' being violated in the worst possible ways, and this doesn't affect you as a man of honour? Here, Marjolys, I'll give you an example of a father who went after the man who sexually assaulted three of his daughters as their gymnastics coach. If you tried saying shit to guys like him, you'd be beaten on the courtroom floor - as you well should be. Even in the 18th century, they didn't like child killers or abuser. You were publicly beaten and lynched. Don't excuse this shit and spin it into a romance story, Marjolys.
Arno remained silent, trying to focus his attention on something other than the Marquis or the film set. Difficult mission. Where was the goat?
"In your defense, Sade resumed in a low voice, the first film that made me known had a title much more explicit ... "The hundred and twenty days of Sodom" is currently prohibited for sale in more than fifty countries, including our dear country."Not anymore. It's a classic and is reprinted in many countries in the 21st century. Banned books become quite the cultural sensation, you know. Don't tell me you didn't know it's considered a national treasure in France? Come fuckin' on. Are the French forgetting their own history?
Arno could not tell if the marquis was serious or was trying to impress him. Trying to impress him? With stories of incarceration and deviance? Really ??He just told you he likes to see young, virginal girls be sexually violated in the worst ways, and you're concerned about being impressed? Jesus Christ, I love you Arno, but don't be a fuckwit.
Sade was released. Arno rolled his eyes, but could not contain a little almost amused grin. He turned his head quickly, hoping the man did not notice. After a few moments of silence, he turned again. The marquis watched the shooting with detachment, seeing him without seeing him. He gave a small sigh that Arno did not know how to interpret.I take that back. You are a fuckwit, because you can't even comprehend your own objections to a guy making films on the rape of underage girls. Even PornHub has better standards. You can't post minor shit on there.
Chapter 4 has a scene at a restaurant, because Arno's stomach isn't just going to be filled with delicious French cream.
After several dozen minutes of reading, Arno thought he was beginning to get a good idea of Sade's views on the things of love and sex in general. Some monologues, however, were so long - the Marquis liked to listen to himself - that Arno came from time to time to doubt that he was dealing with the script of a film and not a really philosophical essay, such as suggested the title. Yet if; the long, very explicit frolics with the filthy dialogues illustrated with almost acrobatic postures left little room for doubt.His idea of 'love', especially with you, Arno, is to slip GHB pills in your drink and sexually coerce you if that doesn't work. He admitted he doesn't care if girls have their innocence destroyed on camera. Now, you're thinking about what his attitudes on love and sex are? I think it's pretty obvious what they are, but your resolve is already weakening because de Sade sure knows how to sweet talk. You call the dialogues 'filthy' now, but you're going to be on the receiving end of them soon enough.
The Marquis had found the perfect way to justify all these debauchery: "nothing is awful in libertinage, because all that libertinism inspires is also by nature." It included rape and murder, if one pushed the reasoning to the end, since that was what animals did in nature ... Kill to survive, kiss to satisfy his desires. As for the cruelty inflicted on others to stimulate their own pleasure, no need to look for them; Sade boasted them all the time.
Arno thought of Bellec's aversion to the Marquis. He wrote and filmed horrors, okay, but had never been imprisoned for murder, though? The limit between conviction and provocation remained decidedly vague.Yes, and you know what else is natural? Genocide. Anyways, you'd think Arno, being a man of good standing and morals, who gets righteously angry when people are suffering and he can do nothing to help them, would react to de Sade's excuse of rape and murder harshly. In The Current Year, there is no excuse. Arno is only disgusted at Bellec's disgust, which shows how laissez-faire his attitude is. Earlier, you were clearly uncomfortable, and now you're internalizing this shit. I guess it makes for fine dining, eh Marjolys?
Arno was surprised even to giggle at the reading of some passages full of biting: "The reputation of frankness is however not that which one gives to those who, like you, are accustomed to take people only from behind" So Madame de Saint-Ange addresses Dolmancé, a notorious homosexual. Whatever the sexual preferences of Sade, the guy was obviously obsessed with sodomy, male as female. The interest of such a practice with the opposite sex, however, seemed at first pragmatic: to avoid any risk of producing a small undesirable heir. Then came the pleasure; wonderfully, immeasurably intense. If not really, Arno did not have a clue.Yes, giggle at this. Giggle when you pointed out there were 16-year-old girls being violated on screen for someone else's pleasure not a chapter ago. Giggle when you clearly showed disgust. It's quite obvious what his preferences are, considering he's already developing an interest and you and is doing whatever he can to reduce your sexual inhibition sans GHB. You didn't giggle when you wondered if he spiked your drink, did you Arno?
"If man could convince himself that there is no need to be loved to enjoy well, and that love rather harms the transports of enjoyment than it serves," Sade had noted in a statement. margin -probably an idea thrown on the fly for a next movie. Okay ... about the exact opposite of what Arno believed. For him, feeling feelings for his partner was obviously the key to any carnal relationship. He did not see the interest, if not; to be left alone and to use one's hand, that was just as good, and sometimes even more effectively.How vanilla, Arno. How dare you want to form a bond with someone you genuinely care for before having sex with them. de Sade would rather have you be a libertine like him, someone he can sodomize because you have such a pretty face and where he can be the mentor in your anal virginity.
That said, it made sense to find such considerations in a porn movie script, since the goal was to arouse excitement and not embarrass feelings. But it was clear that Sade was taking advantage of this medium to express himself as he intended and to pass on his most unbridled ideas. The character of Dolmancé, who played the role of the professor in the art of libertinage, was obviously the figure spokesman of the Marquis, his avatar in the fiction that revealed the substance of his thought.
For Sade, it did not matter who the sex partners were, provided they were desirable; they were only objects that could be disposed of once they had been used.
He would try to keep that in mind.He 'expresses himself' in a way that makes modern day French authorities go after him harder than they did Roman Polanski. It really must make you wonder. No one cares for orgies or even fetishes aside from trash tabloid magazines - the only time the government gets involved is if underage teenagers are involved. Under sexual libertinage, anything goes - including the age of consent. de Sade was a man who liked them 'young', but it seems the author forgot that.
Keep it in mind, Arno, that you treated the notion of de Sade spiking your drink with a date rape drug.
He did not know why, so denouncing his employer was quite exhilarating; he felt no remorse for it. The politician raged low, anxious not to attract attention - at least not more than Arno had done by shouting his name.Denounce him now, fuck him later. That's the way she fucking goes.
"Then," added Lapparent, "it is obvious that this bacchanal, of which you are the forced spectator, makes you very uncomfortable.
"You are very observant, definitely. Would you have been part of the police before being a politician?"
Lapparent blushes, giving his round, smooth face the appearance of a tomato.
"At last," he went on, trying to be assertive, "you stand up to the marquis. "Oh, he stands up to him alright - after the Marquis throws his past in his face. Then, the Marquis seduces Arno out of every last moral inhibition before finally conquering him in the sheets. Arno shows discomfort publicly, but personally, he feels perfectly at ease with de Sade. Why? Logic, that's why.
"This poor man is completely at your boot," said the young man. You are not ashamed, marquis?"
"He's a politician; hardly a human being. I am only exercising my natural right of authority over a creature inferior to me."Politicians are inferior to you, yet so are those girls you abuse. It's your 'natural right' to use them whatever way you please.
Surprised at such an answer, Arno could not help but giggle. He put his hand to his face, a little ashamed to react to such remarks.
"You have the gift of presenting things in a way ..."
Looking up, Arno surprised the marquis' blue irises fixed on him. The young man coughed, embarrassed. Then Sade stepped closer to him and leaned against the wall, hands crossed behind his back.Blushing like a virgin, I see. Why are you blushing? At de Sade's wit? Or are you so easily seduced, Arno? I wager it's the latter. Of course it would be, because you can't stick to one characterization.
"And you Arno, someone to warm up your nights?" he asked teasingly.
"No," laconically grunted Arno the tone of one who has no desire to talk about his love life with a director of pornographic films.
"But have you no one in sight? Sade insisted. Someone you want to take home?
Arno let out a sigh.
"Frankly marquis, you know what I lived a few months ago, and I'm sure you know who Elise de la Serre was for me. Do you really think I'm in the mood to look for someone while I'm still mourning?"Still in mourning while blushing and giggling at a porn director, eh? Oh I'm sure you convinced him there. You just opened yourself up to a world of hurt, my dude, and the hurt isn't just going to be for your heart.
Arno realized then that the marquis was still watching him silently.
"What?"asked Arno, both embarrassed and annoyed.
"Do you know what I want?" Sade asked in a low voice in which the excitement was piercing, his shoulder dangerously brushing against the young man's.
The alarm that sounded in Arno's brain was so strong that it caused a short circuit.
"... what?" Arno repeated stupidly, looking for an object to knock out the Marquis if necessary.
"Take a picture of you."Here we go. The mourning man and the blushing virgin getting a picture taken so de Sade can masturbate while in the bathtub.
"Pleasure ?" said the young man in a tone full of suspicion."
I'm talking about a professional photo shoot. Your physical is not only advantageous but full of character. I wish I could capture it on silver to capture all the strength and grace. As for your look ..."
Sade's fine fingers went up his arm to flutter about his cheeks and then disappeared so furtively that Arno wondered if he had not dreamed. The predatory glow was back in the Marquis's pupils. Troubled, Arno retreated, deciding at the same time to immediately forget Sade's comments about his body.
Chapter 5 starts with a note that it was written before Notre Dame suffered its tragic fire. Good to know - but it doesn't make me like the story any more.
The marquis supervised the shooting, generally leaving his bodyguard to his occupations. The two men then went to lunch together nearby in some mouth-watering bistro, then returned to the cottage until the end of the day. Finally, Arno accompanied Sade home, still by taxi.Marjolys, are you aware of what a bodyguard is supposed to do? Stay by the one they're supposed to protect at all times. They just can't go for walks and jogs while the other does porn shoots. It defeats the whole purpose. de Sade, who's being hunted by the authorities, also eats sandwiches in public bistros. Makes a lot of sense.
"Listen, marquis ... What would you say if we walked home tonight?"
Sade's eyes widened in disbelief. Arno liked to give birth to this too rare expression in the Marquis; the one that meant he had managed to surprise him.
"For a ride hand in hand?"
Arno rolled his eyes, Sade smiled. The motive became familiar.
"I propose to you a sunset on the Seine," he replied in a falsely honeyed tone.
"You know how to talk to me, Arno. "'Still in mourning' my ass. You're already hitting the guy up for a date. Why? Because face it: you want him to take your anal virginity. It's what you really want, Arno. Keep telling yourself you're disgusted - it just means you really like it.
Sade was practically salivating. Arno made a point of throwing a bucket of cold water in his face:
"We could take the opportunity to visit Notre-Dame."
"I withdraw what I just said."
Arno swallowed a sneer. He took more and more pleasure in tickling Sade on his affinities with religion and the latter had obviously noticed, repeating sarcasm in his responses. The young man had also understood that religion did not prevent the marquis from appreciating a church for what it was intrinsically: a work of architectural art. And Sade appreciated everything that was overall aesthetically pleasing.Notre Dame is a national treasure. de Sade's little trifle with religion wouldn't matter much in modern day France; were he alive he'd still appreciate its beauty and what it represents in the French psyche. It was built for magnificence and heritage. Even atheists understand that. Despite Arno saying this mentally, it clearly isn't enough to convince the Marquis. OK. Fuck him, then.
Arno had to admit, to discover that Sade wanted to inject a bit of substance into his "works" was somewhat reassuring. The man obviously wanted to rise above the general production of low-end porn, do something more; even for short films to which he did not pay much attention and which were intended to raise funds for his more ambitious projects.'Substance' that includes a Polanski-style manhunt and where underage girls are used. It still hasn't occurred to Arno yet; or it did, and he simply forgot. He's 'in awe' that de Sade makes philosophical porn, even when it involves situations where teenage girls (and boys) being sexually violated. Even PornHub regulars get uncomfortable when the actress doesn't enjoy what's happening to her (some, at least, others enjoy that kind of violence).
One day, Sade told a young actress the way to go about doing a proper blowjob. Eyes like saucers, Arno could not help but watch the show incredulously, her face taking on a peony tinge crescendo with the action. It was obvious that Sade had realized it, exaggerating his gestures more beautiful and accompanying even the demonstration of sucking noises and other moans particularly evocative. At first embarrassed and annoyed as if it were only another lewd extravagance of the Marquis, Arno had finally caught the realism of imitation. He had watched the captivated scene, perfectly motionless ... until Sade's vision, kneeling between his own legs, stood out in front of his eyes for a split second.Arno, don't act as if you don't know what a blowjob is in The Current Year. Even 12-year-olds know what they are. You're a 26-year-old man who was in a relationship with a woman. You mean to tell me she didn't give you a blowjob, and that you didn't go down on her? Man. You're more Puritan than I thought.
What the Marquis desired, Arno tried not to think about it.You'll get a handful when his cock is up your ass.
"Two dictators, nothing more," the marquis vigorously asserted with a pout of contempt which Arno found, after all, very distinguished. This fascination of the world especially with regard to this monster runs on legs that Napoleon 1st has no place to be.
"What exactly do you have against him?"
"This awful little character is all that I abhor. For starters, it is the antithesis of democracy. I remind you that it was by a coup d'etat that he seized power, then such Julius Caesar had the laws changed in his favor so as not to be accountable or to be legally deprived of his throne. For that is what Arno is about, a perverse return to the regime against which the people of France had fought in 1789: absolute monarchy in all its totalitarianism."You know history, eh, de Sade? Then you'd know Napoleon taking power was the only way to stabilize France. France needed a man with an iron fist at the time. The country was in an uproar and funds were scarce. If you want a Republic, you need a working class and you need money which goes into the economy to modernize it. The government was a centralized Republican one. Abbe Sieyes was in favour of him changing the laws to better suit the Republic. It may be viewed as a military dictatorship today, but there are times in history when someone has to say 'enough is enough'
de Sade complains about Napoleon's ego, which shows him to be quite the projector. The guy was a dictator of the military, yet de Sade is a dictator of sexual mores. Both act similarly when it comes to people refusing them or expressing hesitation: you'll get the sword (steel for Bonaparte and the flesh from de Sade).
Arno wanted to climb to the top of the building to have the most beautiful views: the roofs of Paris flooded with the soft light of the setting sun, the waves of the Seine sparkling with a thousand splinters. He would have even carried Sade on his back to share this vision, in a surge of goodness.He'd grab your ass if you did.
Without warning, the marquis leaned forward and climbed on the parapet. He stood, looking for balance and then returning to the island as if nothing had happened. Too grasped to react, Arno blinked several times, coming out of his reverie.
"Sade ?! Get off of it, it's dangerous!"
He caught up with his companion in a hurry.
"Are you afraid for me Arno? Come join me!"When I first read this, I wondered what the fuck was happening and why. de Sade is trying his hand at parkour so he can seduce Arno or some shit. I don't know.
"Arno on the Seine ... What a pretty paradox."
The subject raised a questioning eyebrow.Not only do you not know what porn is, Arno, you also don't know you share the same name as a river. For shame.
"Tell me, have you ever considered applying to play in one of my productions?"
"First the photo shoot, now a role proposal ... I'm having trouble accumulating all these jobs. I'm supposed to be your bodyguard at the base, I'll call you back!"
"I did not say that I gave you a role, I asked you to apply. In this case, you will have to cast a lot with me and reveal to me the full extent of your ... talents."
"Sade ..." began Arno reprimandfully, more for form than for giving himself a truly disapproving look."
"What?" replied the person with candor, an air of false innocence on his face.All to get him naked. He wants to see your cock, Arno, so he can measure it and see whether or not you're an innie or an outie. You know you aren't that disapproving Arno. You just have to convince yourself you want it!
Arno stared at the marquis' face for a few seconds. He had not really noticed, but in the light the marquis's features looked almost youthful. His rather full face was generally quite pleasant to look at. Feeling guilty, Arno looked away sharply and shook his head."Like, OMG he's got such a pretty face I just can't resist it oh my god my cock is getting hard dude"
The marquis then began to run on the frozen parapet, his arms raised to the height of the bust to give himself balance. Horrified, Arno immediately pursued him at a run and grabbed him by the waist, drawing him to him. With an appreciative chuckle, Sade dropped into Arno's arms and the two men found themselves face to face. Driven by the fall, Arno turned Sade in his arms in a short waltz parody. The crystalline laughter of the marquis carried away by the wind echoed pleasantly in his ears. A feeling of drunkenness suddenly rose at the head of Arno, who could not restrain a small smile. He was happy, quite stupidly. It had been a long time since he had tasted this sensation.This takes place during the winter, so the parapet really is frozen and not just called frozen as a metaphor. de Sade would slip and get a concussion - which would please me greatly - but Arno rescues him in a Beauty and the Beast waltz and the Marquis is happy he can be close to the object of his affection. Of course Arno 'smiles' as this fucker being an idiot. He's 'still in mourning' - until he isn't.
I wouldn't call this happiness. I'd call it laughing at someone who almost fulfilled his Social Darwinist dream. Too bad someone didn't clean up the red stain at the bottom...
"Arno ... Have I dreamed where did you just compliment me?"
"Lets forget that."
Red with embarrassment, Arno put him back on the ground and resumed his march, his head tucked in his shoulders and Sade on his heels.
Should've let him drop to the ground, Arno, because now you're blushing like a teenager learning how to masturbate for the first time. All this because you don't know de Sade's first name. Literally, how do you not know when this takes place in The Current Year? Google, motherfucker, use it."No, please Arno, continue!"
Sade looked at him with a falsely vexed look.
"You hurt me deeply, Arno. You deserve a punishment for punishment."
Arno expected ... he did not know what, but certainly not Sade put his arm under his and stick against him purring contentment.And that punishment includes him being tied up with a multitude of toys being stuck up his ass, or being choked until dots appear in his vision. Anything that involves Arno not wanting to be there, he'll do. Because muh consent.
Chapter 6 has this foreshadowing moment:
Never, until he finds an outlet for his grief - sorrow that blurred together with his need.Oh I know what this 'outlet' is. Pretty sure most who aren't sniffing glue do, too. Might as well cut it with the bad romantic build-up, Marjolys.
"I do not know much about wine," said the young man. Francois de la Serre had tried to initiate me, but without much success. It was Elise the specialist.
He should not have said his name. Not after drinking wine, even though it was only a sip. A few seconds passed in silence. Arno fiddled absently at the glass with the tips of his fingers, eyes resolutely down.de Sade already knows about de la Serre. You got angry at him bringing it up, remember? Also, how does a Frenchman not know what good wine is? Sacre bleu! He also grew up in a well-to-do household, and knows how to properly drink wine. One of these things is not like the other.
Their growing friendship had become a passion, the death of Francois de la Serre who had been like a cannonball in their world and their beliefs. How Arno could not prevent an attack against his adoptive father orchestrated by a mafia multinational company that had been part of the Serre, because he had neglected a letter warning him of the crime to come. How, by wanting to do penance and obtain reparation, he had found Elise and then lost her again, at the price of their revenge - the revenge of Elise . Redemption, Arno was still looking for her. Unless he has already found it, but ignores it?
You see, he feels regret now, but this is nothing but a Red Herring. I see it all the time: remind the audience of the female love interest of the character you intend to place in a homosexual relationship. Show the audience how much said male character loved the female character before tossing those feelings aside so he can fall in love with the other man. It not only diminishes the character's love for one who has died, but their character as a whole. Arno clearly does not care about her death - or won't in the future. de Sade will make him forget - and readers like Izzy Grinch were never fond of her to begin with.Then, as should have been expected, his eyes fogged and tears began to bead.
Arno is an introvert. He's not likely to dump his feelings on just about anyone. He 'feels better' with de Sade because he's already losing any inhibition he has. He uses the 'nobody cares about me' motto when he clearly cared about those teenage girls - oh, wait. Nevermind. Pretty sure introverts, Arno in particular, didn't give a shit if anyone cared for him at that point. He was an automaton.He closed his eyes, trying to chase them away. It was stupid. He was not even in the worst of his condition, on the contrary. To tell the truth, he felt better and better, especially since their walk to Notre-Dame. But these tears counted for all those he had repressed in recent months, forcing himself to stay strong while nobody cared about him. Nobody had been there to see him, so what's the point. He did that for Elise. But she was no longer there.
The young man answered with a little muffled squeak.
Sade smelled good, said Arno distractedly as he buried his head in the Marquis's shoulder, his hands coming to rest in the lower back. Arno continued to cry silently, cradled by his friend in a slight rocking motion.Should I call you Stuart Little now? How nice you're crying into the shoulders of a man you thought would slip GHB pills into your drink. How fast you forgot.
Sade stopped swinging and Arno suddenly realized the implication of his words, or at least what the Marquis was very likely to extrapolate. Too bad, the marquis thinks what he wants. He was well, huddled in the crook of his neck, he did not want to move.
"Arno ..."
His voice was only a breath, at once soothing and demanding. And Arno still did not know how to react to this mute demand. As if to encourage him, Sade continued in a whisper:
" I'll end up believing you enjoy my company."
Arno smiles against Sade's shoulder.You expressed a moment of vulnerability to a man you don't fully trust, and already he's plotting ways of how to abuse your trust. I don't see a reason for smiling. He's already making you forget your dead love, and has a demanding tone to his voice in regards to you enjoying his company. This is a bad romance on many fronts, and it gets worse with the following:
The fact is that the sometimes infuriating presence of the Marquis had become ... comforting. Nice, same. And even if Arno would never admit it, it was nice to have someone caring for him, his well-being, after those dark months spent alone moping. Not only at this precise moment, but the stimulating presence that Sade had been these days in general. Their little verbal games, their repeated walks in Paris, these meals shared together ... The fact is that he now considered the Marquis as a true friend on whom to rely.The fact is...you didn't even develop a friendship. Arno just kept acting like a blushing virgin during the porn shoots because he doesn't know what porn is in the 21st century. Now he sees de Sade as a 'true friend' despite raising concerns over the age of the actors in his films and the 'filthiness' and 'social importance' of the rape in works like 'Justine'. No, a true friend doesn't make demands. They don't talk in subtleties or abuse your trust; they don't try to sexually coerce you into porn films or demand they take your picture to see your naked body. How many 'dates' have you had with him, Arno? One? Two? Three? Not enough to be written down.
Not to mention a true friend doesn't make their friend wonder if their drink was spiked with GHB.
When he had visited him for the first time since Elise's death, it should have been the shoulder on which to cry. Oh sure he had shown some empathy, in his own way. He had pushed him out of his shell with great kick in the hindquarters, without compassion or complacency. Arno would have gone back to hiding there illico, if Sade had not shown him this first simple bit of emotion. The warmth of his hand on his back during their first meeting came back to her, consoling and beneficent.Except...Arno didn't push you out of your shell. He pushed you into his to warm you up for what he plans to do to you. An introvert like him also wouldn't cry so openly, and someone like Arno would only open up to someone he truly trusts. de Sade? No. de Sade pried his way into his life and he still is.
The marquis' arms closed considerably more strongly on the young man. Arno was aware that what was a simple hug of comfort was gradually turning into a more intimate embrace. Intimist, at least. He felt the situation skid but did nothing to stop it, the mind lost in the pleasant torpor following an episode of tears. His world was at that moment the soft cotton of Sade's coat, the silk of his scarf, the intoxicating scent of his luxurious perfume and his hand slowly caressing his scalp.This is what de Sade has wanted all along: to get Arno vulnerable enough so he can exercise his sexual prowess on him. It's a really shitty and manipulative thing to do. Arno is too busy crying to care or notice, and I'm supposed to believe this is organic. Hell to the fucking no.
In the hours that followed, he thought back to this strange and intimate moment.
It worked, he could not deny it.Don't worry. The ground was being laid for Blitzkrieg. You'll hear the Luftwaffe soon enough.
Sade's hints, easy physical contacts, reflections on his appearance.
His small interpretation particularly explicit in front of the actors ... No, in front of him . He had managed to bury him in the back of his head, but Sade's attitude of the day to him forced him to see her emerge again.
An electrifying heat came to tickle Arno at his lower abdomen. No ... he did not have to. He was not attracted by Sade at all! He was not even sure that the marquis was feeling anything for him. Physical attraction, possible, but no real affection. He was flirting with everyone, it was a game for him. Arno, the comedians, his servant ... Sade was a traveling radiator who only thought of getting laid by chaining the partners as long as they were horny, and the pieces of scripture that Arno had discovered in the small room upstairs were proof!Ah, the classic: 'I'm not attracted to this person! I'm really not! Now let me just masturbate furiously at the thought of them fucking me!' cliche. Don't tell me you don't notice how openly he flirts with you, Arno. As expected, all your initial disgusted feelings withered away and now you are wondering whether or not the Marquis sexually excites you. Absolutely, it's a game for him - and you're too dumb not to see it. One minute, the Marquis is a horny sex machine, and the next, you have a physical attraction to him while also denying you have any attraction to him.
Yeah, keep lying to yourself.
But had he ever seen him do it with someone else? reasoned the other part of his brain. No never. When they were together, the marquis only had eyes for him.Here comes the masturbation scene...
The way Sade looked at him at times ... as if he wanted to devour him alive. Nobody had ever looked at it that way. Not even Elise.
Too easy, too easy. You're not attracted to him but you'll fuck the mattress at the thought of him. Just like a virgin who's never been in love. Says a lot when the love of your life didn't look at you the way a 40-year-old pornographer does.Without even thinking about it, Arno turned on his stomach and began to move his pelvis against the mattress, looking for friction. Sade's arms around him, his around Sade ... His smell, this fragrance so delicious ... His hand massaging his hair.
Sade would tear the book out of his hands, furious at seeing him so enamored of such Bonapartist rags. He would tear it to pieces, then throw himself on Arno and tear his clothes. No, no, it was too much like a bad porn movie scenario ...This whole thing is a bad porn movie scenario, the fuck are you talking about?
He would slowly approach him, threatening, pull on the tape holding his thick brown locks and plunge his hand. Arno was sure that he liked to touch his hair, that he wanted it all the time but refrained from doing it. He would grab her hair suddenly and force his head back, forcing him to face him. Sade would have in his eyes the dangerous glow of the predator preparing to devour his prey.He's diving in for that ass. Also, so much for your 'period of mourning'. How fast that was thrown out once you discovered how wonderful the same-sex masturbatory fantasies were.
Arno would provoke him in a low and hoarse voice: "You hate this book but you have it at home, and you clearly read it and read it again. Are not you a repressed Bonapartist, basically? Trembling with anger, Sade's grip would be stronger in his hair, oscillating between strength and gentleness.Anal virgin, BDSM virgin, about to get whipped and choked with a belt virgin.
The marquis would approach his face close to his cheek and whisper in his ear: "I told you there were much sweeter ways to suffer, dear Arno," while he unfastened his belt from his other hand, snapping it in the air. "Let me introduce you to it." while he unfastened his belt with his other hand, slamming it in the air. "Let me introduce you to it." while he unfastened his belt with his other hand, slamming it in the air. "Let me introduce you to it."I suspect the repetition is part of the metaphor/literary device or Arno's wetdream petering out. In either case, so much for his 'I am SO not attracted to this person!' denial.
You don't give a shit about Elise, because you just admitted de Sade turns you on so much more than she ever could. You know what you're doing and why. You are frustrated because the author wants to introduce this dilemma where you deny your feelings yet go running to the object of your desire at the end. That's how all these stories work out.He stifled a monumental sigh against his pillow, at the same time he relaxed his muscles and stopped squirming in his bed, though by no means satisfied. What was he doing? What was he taking from him? He was ridiculous. Should he be frustrated to indulge in such fantasies? Especially with Sade as protagonist! What would Elise say if she saw him? She would no doubt be afflicted, or laugh at him. In the best case.
Ashamed and frustrated as ever, he got up from his bed to take a short cold shower and then went back to bed immediately, his damp hair spreading an icy halo on his pillow.If you feel ashamed, it's probably the logical part of your brain telling you you're a lust-addled bug-chaser. No character development aside from you wanting to get your ass blown out.
The last image he had before being carried away by a light sleep was Sade's leaning over him in the chair, murmuring in the hollow of his ear all the delicious perversions Arno inspired him.
That night, the Elise, whom he could not save, did not look at him with resentment but amusement.But of course! She'd be amused because he's finally discovering his truth. He's finding out about his repressed sexuality and will be free in ways no man has ever been freed before. All he needs to do is stop the self-denial and all will be better!
Chapter 7 begins with this snippet of 'Yes, you should feel ashamed':
Arno had the uncomfortable feeling that everyone knew he had rubbed against his mattress thinking of Sade and was constantly judging him, laughing at him when his back was turned and scrutinizing him with grief whenever their glances crossed.How loud were you being? There's no one to blame but yourself - you decided to have a wank when other people could listen in. Stuff a pillow in your mouth if you want to be quiet, Arno.
"Come on, everyone already knows you're here, Arno. And above all, it is difficult not to attract attention when you sport a pretty little face than yours."
Arno looked away and bit the inside of his cheek. Since the other evening, it had become more and more difficult to display a mere annoyance at the Marquis's repeated hints.No shit. He's been openly flirting with you and you know he has feelings for you. Yet you keep acting as if playing the denial card will make him sympathize with you more. You're already getting excited at his flirtation game.
Arno held his gaze.
"You would do anything for a pair of buttocks in your bed."
"There is truth," Sade admitted reluctantly. "However…"
"In that case, dispense with your ambiguous remarks in the future," interrupted Arno brusquely. I appreciate your company, I admit it. I even consider you as - he sighed - a friend . But I do not want to be an umpteenth butterfly pinned to your collection."
Without giving Sade the opportunity to answer, Arno took a quick step upstairs to continue reading in a bad mood.Wait a minute. Didn't you just have a wet-dream where you wished de Sade was ravaging you? And now you're protesting his flirtations and open pursuit of you? Fucking hell bitch, decide! You know de Sade wants a virgin ass in his bed, and who better than you? What, are you having second thoughts now?
"I throw flowers to you since the beginning of our partnership, what has changed from one day to the next so that you do not like this?"
All and nothing. Arno did not know it, and knew it. He especially needed to put his ideas in order. But that he should not admit to Sade.
"I need to sort out my ideas," he said without thinking.
You said it, not me. Arno is having a change of mood because he doesn't want to admit he wants to be buttfucked by you, de Sade. The romance and the drama are really grating on me at this point.What an idiot, he lashed out at himself. Sade looked at him for a moment with piercing eyes, unfathomable.
For his part, he had especially found the hero of the famous novel perfectly unfriendly. Typically the kind of character who was doing his best for bad reasons and was getting into trouble with great ease.Oh, the lack of self-awareness on the part of the author...
Ambition was a character trait that Arno had immediately hated in the young hero, because it led him almost systematically to lie. He lied to his entourage about his aspirations, but also lied to himself about who he was. All this to climb the ladder and be able to crush those who had once taken it high ...
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You lie to yourself, Arno, about your aspirations and what you want. I don't think Marjolys understood the inherent contradiction here.
He was now standing right in front of Arno, dominating him all the way up. Arno realized that the situation was escaping him; he could feel it even in the smell of Sade's luxurious perfume as he remembered it during their exchange at the restaurant. Had he anyway been in control at some point? By the time he answered, it was already too late.
Leaning forward, the marquis rested his hands on the armrests of the armchair and looked at the young man. Their faces were now facing each other, only a few inches apart.
Yeah, it's time to 'nope' right outta there. This guy 'throws flowers at your feet' and then corners you all because of a book. You were never in control. If you have to ask, you've already lost; the relationship is established as one sided and not in your favour. de Sade was a shoulder to cry on, now you're stuck in his trap. Sucks to be you, eh?Arno hardly dared to breathe. He was physically trapped. Of course, he knew he could easily leave, or even order Sade to leave. But he did not do anything. He was troubled, undeniably. By the delicious perfume, by the warm breath that he could practically feel against his skin, by those eyes of such a singular purplish blue that had the ability to pierce his being and more ...
"Sade ..." articulated Arno in a voice as low and trembling. "What did I tell you about the advances?"
There's a nice word for this. It's called sexual harassment. Arno told you repeatedly to stop with the sexual advances (despite his masturbatory fantasies) because they make him uncomfortable, and yet here you are, dominating him and forcing him to accept it. He was just asking for it, right? It's inevitable, he was always meant to be fucked at some point, right?"I still have the right to say what I think, right? You are an exceptional young man, Arno, and I say it unequivocally no ..."
He's not your friend. He used you in order to weaken your defenses so he could have easier access. That's what a predator does. Marjolys thinks is this oh so beautiful, but to someone who pays attention all the red flags are there: relationships like these usually end with someone wrapped in a carpet and buried in a forest.Sade's voice was reduced to a hoarse whisper. Arno was as incapable of thinking as supporting his friend's gaze. His friend ... The term seemed now rather bad choice. Sade gave him a little nose, waiting for a sign, an answer. Blood was beating in his temples, preventing him from thinking
The marquis' warm mouth muttered against his colleague, who, after a few seconds of indecisive latency, finally followed the movement feverishly. Investigator, sometimes nibbling the lower lip, sometimes pointing the tongue against the desired access that always closed before the intrusion, Sade devoured Arno as he would an exotic fruit, new and wonderful taste - but which does not do not eat easily.
"Sade ... I do not ... Not like that" stammered Arno against the fiery lips of the marquis.
Protip, Marjolys: when someone doesn't want to be kissed or feels uncomfortable with a kiss, it's a good time to stop. Of course, Arno is going to roll with this because this is what he always wanted and asked for; he masturbated over it, so why shouldn't he want it?"Like that what?" Sade asked in a tone of drunkenness and impatience, titillating the young man's lips with his tongue.
Arno seized the marquis by the shoulders, appreciating for a moment the simple sensation of the pressure of his hands on him. Then, with all his will, he forced him to step aside, snatching a grunt of frustration from Sade.So, forced was used to push de Sade away. Does that end the intimacy? Nope.
"I told you," said Arno in a whisper, "I do not want to be one of your one-night strokes."
Yes, how dare Arno want to form a bond with someone before screwing them. How dare he be a man of honour! How dare he not want to fuck you right away!"Oh you ... the marquis hissed between his teeth. You and your damned sentimentality."
The piercing glow in the lavender eyes was more hungry than ever. Arno let go of Sade's shoulders in a retreat and he grabbed his wrists in flight.
'Come back here and let me fuck you! You tempted me first, pretty boy!'"Cruel child ... Take away the forbidden fruit right after having made me taste it. You kill me Arno, you ... Oh ..."
With a long, lustful sigh, Sade slid his face into Arno's neck and began kissing him. At first chaste, as one would kiss an idol. Then wetter, languid, until Arno feels a row of incisors brushing the flesh.
"Hmmarquis ... Do not ..."
The complaint was lost in a languid moan.Ouch. Not even the decency to be gentle. And even when Arno doesn't want to be kissed, his complaint is lost when de Sade keeps pushing him.
So Arno is being held there, unable to move (even though Arno is muscular and larger than de Sade), and can't do anything but feel that 'electric' current flowing through his body. He's 'lost in the limbo of drunkenness', which is a nice way of saying, "I first said no but I eventually said yes because I liked it in the end." Does a real friend do this? No, they don't. Some friend you are, de Sade.Sade was not listening anymore. He sucked, nibbled at the skin with delight, while still holding Arno's wrists even harder than ever before, as he struggled to struggle, electrified by the Marquis's embrace. He felt his blood flowing down his body and it was going to start to become highly problematic. His gaze clouded and his breath short, Arno was lost in the limbo of drunkenness.
After a final sucking, Sade spread his face to reveal what Arno would discover the same evening in the mirror of his bathroom: a purple trace almost black, dark bite of pleasure. The marquis marked him with his mark.Ouch. You're going to need some Polysporin, Arno.
The marquis was human, after all.Must be why you initially resisted him, feeling disgust, but gave in anyways.
"I want to take you, Arno, he said in a hoarse breath. "Right away. I regret not being able to tell you with more poetry but it is the raw truth."
Arno would have liked to ignore the electric shock that crossed his spine to this statement.
"I will not let you go," Arno whispered, lifting his face a few inches from Sade's, his mind overflowing with contradiction.
"Oh, really ... Like so far? ""I want to fuck you, and I know you'll like it and you'll say you love me if I grip your wrists and refuse to let you go." Nice of Arno to say he won't let de Sade go despite him, you know, having his wrists pinned and not wanting to be kissed in the first place.
In a moment of weakness, Sade released one of his wrists to stroke the young man's red cheek. The glittering eyes of Arno expressed distress but also renewed strength. Sade wanted to fill the distance again and Arno stopped him, covering the marquis' lips with a sharp gesture.
Renewed strength and distress in the same sentence. What a world."Sade ... I refuse to lend myself to your little games of power," supported Arno in a determined voice.
Arno says he won't play de Sade's games, but he's already playing them. He just doesn't know it yet - or is simply playing coy.
You poor boy. You act as if you have a choice."Keep your lessons for your movies, marquis," the young man replied in a more assured voice. For me "to live" means to listen to one's heart, not one's penis ; and you will never change my mind."
Sade's eyes narrowed. The wheels of the machination were starting again. Arno ignored him. Noticing the fallen book, he picked it up and threw it on Sade's lap with all the ease he could.
"I do not want to continue it anymore. Anyway, you have almost revealed to me the end. So, it ends badly for the little Julien Sorel. I'll tell you: it's good for him."
"Arno ..." Sade began in an unusually serious tone.So, despite the kiss and the wrist-grabbing, you told de Sade you are done with his flirtation game. Do you think de Sade will honour your request? No, he will not. You act as if he's a sort of man to honour any request that pertains to your wishes that don't involve using you for sex. You foolishly thought he was your friend when he clearly has never been. You are nothing but fresh meat, Arno, and it's time you understood that.
From then on, the chapters become longer, more gruelling...and more masturbatory. Chapter 8 has this lovely contradiction:
He came to think of Sade, of course. The ghost of the kiss ... of their kiss had remained the rest of the evening on his lips. Today only the purplish mark adorning Arno's neck remained like a watercolor tattoo. The young man put his hand on it, touching the delicately bruised skin. He sighed deeply. It did not displease him, it is true. But that was not the problem.You just had a fallout with your pseudo-lover because you didn't like him hitting on you. Now you 'don't mind' he left bruised hickey on your neck? You need to make up your goddamn mind on what you want. This back-and-forth 'will he or won't he'drama you're setting up is a load of bullshit, Marjolys.
He did not want to suffer any more from his feelings, let alone from someone who would not return them to him. They would sleep together, and then what? Once his work finished, they would not see each other again; or Sade would call Arno from time to time for some legs in the air. By weakness or boredom, Arno would accept. One day, he would even propose a threesome with his maid. No thanks, very little for him.So you know you're little more than a sex toy to de Sade, but still have guilt and regret over it. Tell me, how is that love? 'By weakness or boredom', Arno will give up his principles for a fuck with a guy who treats him as if he were a living dildo? Wow. The amount of contradictions is astounding.
He had no desire to be cold with the only person he could now consider as his friend. He no longer had the courage to be alone....For fuck's sake.
The marquis looked at him up and down shamelessly, making Arno become too aware of his poor indoor dress, very unbecoming to receive a guest: a wide gray pajamas pants and a disused old bluish sweater too wide discovering a shoulder tip. He adjusted his dress as much as possible and cleared his throat.That's...a very gay way of dressing.
Sade had been right though, Arno had been bad language. At least, in part. The little car was still under the hood, and in the absence of real security - which obviously did not prevent accidents - the conduct of the marquis was relaxed and almost irreproachable. At the same time, the speed at which they were driving ... 100 km / h in the best case, with a tailwind; but the country roads were pleasantly empty.There's half a page dedicated to a fucking junker...dear Lord that's hilarious.
"I was taught at a very young age to value my own person at the expense of others. And then, it was common practice in large families to leave their children to a preceptor. Why were your parents away, tell me?"Miraculously, this is not a red flag. At all.
Nothing like to set the mood. Arno had the impression that he could not help but tell everything to the Marquis. He watched him with a serious look, and the young man did not dare cross his gaze, focusing instead on the house facing him....REMINDER YOU DIDN'T WANT HIM FLIRTING WITH YOU. NOW YOU WANT TO TELL HIM YOUR LIFE'S STORY?!
All caps, man. All caps, motherfucker.
For a moment when the seconds seemed to be slow, Arno thought the Marquis was going to kiss him. But no. He just gave him one of his smirks and then left the room, closing the door gently behind him.I guess Marjolys just fucking forgot what she wrote a chapter earlier. I guess Arno did, too, since he's so eager for de Sade's cock.
A hint of annoyance disturbed Arno's tranquility. Should Sade systematically surround himself with pretty young women? It had to be read on his face because the Marquis's calculating look went from one to the other and a small smile came to stretch the corner of his lips. He did not comment, however, so Arno only spoke once the maid had left.He's only annoyed because de Sade is paying more attention to the women than he is him. It's that classic 'Ugh, why won't you pay attention to ME?!' cliche when the so-called straight guy's gay love interest is bothered by the opposite sex.
His half-closed eyelids showed only a violet glow. It had the effect of a priest worshiping the demon seducing a young adept during a black mass. Arno had also dropped the jacket but kept his blue sweater, and stubbornly kept his arms crossed.What an apt description. Considering the waves of priests being accused of sexual assault against boys, this makes it all the better.
Arno blushed inwardly, thinking of what he had himself told Bellec weeks before: "Authors who show violence are not necessarily psychopathic fools. Same for sex. Let him start preaching at home instead of teaching others!"Here we go again with the blushing. Earlier, you had a problem with the age of the actors used in de Sade's films more than you did with the content. In The Current Year, where pornography is rampant, none of what he'd be doing would raise eyebrows - unless the age of his actors were below the age of 18.
Yes, authors who write violence are not always psychopathic. But a line is crossed once fiction is brought into reality, and an addict will always seek the biggest thrill.
How easy it would be for him to make grim allusions to the pole which the marquis held out to him-very probably consciously. He restrained himself nevertheless; he had not blamed Sade for making advances to him to do exactly the same thing as him, yes?I am not even sure Marjolys is aware of the SNAFU she constructed: she initially wrote Arno as ending this flirtatious game between him and de Sade because it was one-sided and parasitic. Now, he's making advances of his own, because they are 'friends' and he is trying to disarm de Sade himself? Bitch, literally what?
"The themes he addresses are a true social liberation," Sade explained passionately. His raw representation of bodies and popular life has earned him many critics in his time. Far from the academicism of the neo-classics and their pompously ancient subjects!"
"So you do not appreciate history painting?" the young man asked innocently.
Sade pouted disdainfully.
"These pictures represent social liberation but I hate them because they glorify the nation through tasteless classic themes." Makes me wonder why you hang it in your house, de Sade."An "art" put at the service of the State, glorifying the nation through tasteless classical themes. And do not talk about their firefighter style; hollow and empty of emotion."
After a talk about neo-classical painting which de Sade disdains, Arno shoots back with a barb de Sade utterly rages at:
The words flowed from his mouth without even thinking about it, like a poison thrown in the face of the Marquis who stepped forward with a measured step towards his guest, threatening.
"Shut up," Sade hissed.
The man rushed at once to Arno, who quickly backed to the middle of the room, out of reach. The feeling of danger sent Arno's brain adrenaline rushes; he could not stop anymoreAlways good to have a friend who let you cry on his shoulder bum rush you when you bring up Napoleon. True love, man.
The marquis suddenly grabbed Arno by the arm as he was about to jump over the couch and drop him on the bench against the cushy cushions. He sat astride him and pinned his hands above his head.
"I think I have a right to retribution for the affront you inflict on me," Sade whispered eagerly, leaning his face a few inches from his.No, de Sade, you don't have a right. And a daily reminder you flew into a rage all because you hate a guy who's been dead for many years. You'd think someone spray-painted a swastika on a synagogue or something.
So Arno kicked de Sade out of his life a mere 24 hours ago - a retcon from several days/weeks ago a chapter earlier - and offers his neck to more kisses. Always good to get a forgiveness kiss when a guy bum-rushed you for bringing up the Emperor of France.Still the same scenario , thought Arno who could not help but shudder with excitement, his pupils dilated reflecting those of Sade identical. Only he could not deny here that he was at the origin. The marquis' eyes descended along the offered neck, and stopped on the hickey which he had left there the day before. He passed his tongue with possessiveness and Arno shivered with pleasure.
This time the young man was ready and master of his means. He sat up on his buttocks with the strength of his abs, taking up territory on the Marquis. Furious, he tilted backwards, cursing the young man. But as Sade slipped off his knees, Arno held him by the hips and anchored him tightly against him, snatching the man a yelp of surprise.What's wrong, de Sade? Afraid Arno isn't going to be the kicked puppy and lay on his back for you? How dare he want to take control. Arno is always a bottom, dontchaknow.
Arno knew he should not have. He had listened to his instinct. He was still listening to his instinct. Bad idea. And at the same time, he did not hear his instinct reproaching him with his gesture either. He could not even hear the sound of his own thoughts. Only the rhythmic breathing of Sade, echoing his.Your instincts, your gut feeling, tells you this is wrong but you do it anyways. It's like you cannot decide on what you are going to do. Is the sight of this man's clear lust for you enough to erode your will, Arno? No one with sense goes this fast from kicking someone out of their life, getting bum-rushed over a painting, and kissing on a couch.
Again, this marvelous look of the Marquis, like a child who is offered the biggest plush of the store. He clasped his thin, spidery hand to the rougher hand of the young man, and the two of them left the living room until they found themselves in the gallery on the first floor.Yes, he's shocked his sexual coercion worked, and you are none the wiser Arno. You're already offering yourself up to him despite your doubts. Makes a lot of sense.
"Why, Arno?" asked the marquis, in a low, grave tone.
Silence ensued. A silence of indecision.
"I just wanted to," surprised to answer calmly Arno.
"Hmm, really?" Sade persisted, his eyelids half closed.
"It was only a good night kiss," said the young man. Nothing more.
"False," whispered the marquis.If you convince yourself enough you want something despite your instincts screaming the opposite, it means you really wanted it. Arno always wanted the kiss and affection, despite his outbursts the previous chapter. I'm not sure if Marjolys is aware of consistency, or if she believes people will buy this wish-washy relationship. So far, to people like Izzy Grinch, yeah, they bought it pretty damn hard.
By all means, let's take a look at the comments for this chapter:
Now, THIS ONE is my favorite so far. I mean, no grudges held, they recovered so quickly, that little trip together, MARQUIS 'DRIVING, the beauty of the mansion, the complete dialogue about serious things (tragic background story unblocked!), then the teasing one, the kiss asdfghjkl ...! ... Is it bad that i want this chapter to last for at least ten more chapters? Just the two of them walking around (Sade: "Walking ?! Like, by foot ?! Unthinkable!"), Taaaaaalking and, oh, being incredibly soft with each other ... * melts into a slightly bubbling puddle *
And this:
Do you remember how in the game Sade rolled his eyes after Elise? Yeah, exactly.He also kissed her hand and showed a keen interest in her as much as he did Arno, to where she had to be brusque to knock him off.
It's a literal 'LIKE, OMG' reaction the way teenage girls might react to the Kardashians. Except this is a woman who resembles Anne Frank after she escaped from the attic and dyed her hair like a Fanta drink. Who lusts after de Sade sodomizing Arno. And sodomy in general. Yeah, nothing healthy there.
Chapter 9 has another instance of 'No I don't love him but I want to fuck him' gay stage of denial:
Therefore, they had not had the opportunity to talk ... of the evening kissing their arrival. Arno did not want to; he was unable to position himself on his own attitude and preferred to say that it was only a distraction due to fatigue."It's just a distraction, bro. I ain't gay, bro, but I'll totally suck your dick."
For his part, the world of philosophy passed him completely over his head - he had begun the Treaty of the world and the lightde Descartes, but never got to the end. What need did one have to conceptualize one's existence when it was enough to live it to enjoy it to the full? The periods when he had rehasered the emptiness of his life had been by far the most unfortunate he had ever experienced.Just because he didn't get through that specific volume of Descartes does not mean he didn't know philosophy. I've seen this dumbing down of his character by many so-called fans, and it irks me. By underestimating his intelligence, they downplay his will and make him this ignorant boy who needs to be groomed - literally and figuratively - into the world of sex.
"Oh, what?" he retorted mockingly. "I would have told you scorpion."
"Vivid with a long tail and hard ...?"
The distressed gaze of Arno immediately made Sade swallow his dubious joke.
"Rather vicious and devious," said the young man.
The marquis burst out laughing.
"You are so unkind. And you Arno, what is your sign of the zodiac?"
Arno blushes.
There's a reason Arno is blushing. As a late August child, he's a Virgo. Virgo is the virgin. de Sade would capitalize on that and mock him - which he later does - for being an anal virgin and generally uninitiated in sex and erotica. That's why Arno blushes so much at porn - he's a virgin in every sense of the word. And he is mocked and derided for it. We often shun slut-shaming (which has a biological basis), but ignore virgin shaming."Lion," he lied.
This takes place in modern times. People know who he is and what kind of porn he is making. He's being condemned for reasons Marjolys has not explained, but I assume it's because of, you know, his underage actors. In his true time period he was seen as a dramatic, controversial author. Today, in the world of instant gonzo porn, he would be seen as passe.Nothing prevents you from going there and continue your projects of guides and tests. You could bring the genre a fresh look, with your own particular way of thinking and provocative humor. No doubt you will be able to seduce all the housewives of France, even their husbands.
"An entire program."
Don't flatter yourself, Arno, and don't flatter de Sade. He's going to fuck you no matter what."I am serious, marquis. You know how to handle words, you are master in the art of seduction. You would do justice to a literary field too dusty."
The marquis gave him a sonorous slap on the buttocks and Arno uttered a cry of indignation. On his back, he heard Sade chuckle softly, and his hands anchored even more firmly on his shoulders.Too bad Arno can't use the #MeToo hashtag.
Later, Arno is presented with a costume to wear to de Sade's costume party. When de Sade refuses the gift out of humility, de Sade has this little treat to offer:
He made a gesture to restrain his host but froze when he turned to him armed with a huge pair of kitchen scissors he had taken out of a drawer.
"Since you do not want to wear it, nobody will wear it," said Sade very seriously.
In doing so, he abruptly took the costume of his guest's hands and began to cut off his shirt.
"Stop, you're crazy!" exclaimed Arno, hastily tearing the cotton stuff from the marquis's hands.
What a nice, wholesome way to repay someone's humility. Really hammers the point home you're manipulating them to stay with you.Too late, the damage was done: the shirt was cut more than five centimeters along the back. If we could recognize that to Sade, it was that he carried his ideas to the end.
The marquis stared at him without answering anything, fiddling with the camera with his fingertips. His smile widened terrifyingly and his eyes grew big like billiard balls. He looked like a barely humanized version of the Cheshire cat.
"Sade ... Stop doing this head, I'll do your photo shoot. Only I keep my clothes, and it is not negotiable."
"Good, good ..." he conceded, pulling Arno by the arm. Come on, let's go outside to enjoy the warm light of the setting sun.
They settled on the steps of the castle, garden side. Arno's instructions were to look "natural"; he uncrossed his arms and tried to relax.
"This is the first time I've done that," Arno said defensively.
"It seems obvious to me ... Come on, lie down on the steps. There, like that, take support on your elbow. Here, now look to the distance and take a contemplative look. Unless you prefer to keep this charming sulky pout."
"I have the sun in my eyes."
"That's perfect, they glitter in the light. There, do not move anymore ..."
You know he's going to use that as blackmail. And yes, he'll get you naked, Arno. It's only a matter of time.Sade took some pictures, then signaled to Arno that he could get up.
"I guess it's useless to ask you to lie naked on the couch in the living room for some licentious shots?"Point proven.
Sade took the contrite and disappointed expression of the man trying to be pityed. As he began to make his way back, the young man hesitated, marked a pose at the height of his host and slipped to his ear:
These 180 mood changes are jarring. Unbelievably so."After all, I might be tempted to accept."
"I do not know ... I do not know what to do with you anymore," Sade admitted in a low whisper. In the metaphorical sense as literal.
You went from not wanting to have your picture taken, to allowing clothed pictures, to making subtle hints you wouldn't mind being naked for photoshoots. Make up your mind, Arno. Now de Sade is acting all cuddly because you're jealous of how many people he fucked in his office. Just...wow.Arno swallowed again, his gaze lost on the dark immensity of the mountains that faced him, but too aware of the warm pressure of the Marquis's head on his shoulder, surreptitiously back towards the hollow of his neck, as well as Arno had done it when he had had a drink at the Rue Mouffetard restaurant. The hands of the marquis came to frame his face, and soon the beautiful lavender eyes so dark in the night rose to plunge without restraint in his.
What, are you afraid you're falling in love? This despite your gut instinct telling you no? This despite being treated like a dog being slicked up for the eventual Mr. Hands treatment? Why do you feel bad for a guy not two seconds ago you were feeling jealousy over?Only he could not lie about it anymore. Their first kiss might have been insignificant; not the following ones. Not for him. Gently, he pushed Sade's hands away from his cheeks, shaking his head slowly, his eyes lowered with regret and spite. Unable to face the bruised face of the marquis, Arno turned and walked towards the castle with long strides. He felt so bad that he could cry.
"You want Arno, I see that you want, do not deny it!" Sade shouted behind him, tragically tearing the cold silence of the night.
"You want to fuck me, I know you do, I didn't waste all this time grooming you for you to say no!"
The marquis was angry. Arno was too, against himself, against his feelings, against the ridiculous doctrine of Sade which forbade him to love.The only thing de Sade loves about you, Arno, is because you're an anal virgin. He is superficial on everything else. You're a pretty boy and he, an experienced older (gay) man, wants to break you in. Your initial disgust and displeasure made way for pleasure all because of his repeated insistence you wanted it the whole time. This epic of 'forbidden love' is based on whether or not Arno likes latex or leather.
Let's see what good ole Izzy Grinch had to say:
I have to be honest with you, i was so angry after i read this chapter i had to put it down for a day to cool down. And you must know, I've never been angry with Arno before: D and never thought that it would be someday: 'DI opened this one, absolutely sure - even before seeing your notes - that even if there would be a chance for them to kiss, something would not let them; and yeah, exactly; but the way it happened, did the way you wrote it ?? It crashed me, i was a wreck, storming through the rooms with constant "oh my god, Arno, oh my-cant you seeeeee ???" flowing outta my mouth: 'DI FELT SO BAD FOR SADE, you have no idea. Hell, feelings are complicated; how on earth is the marquis still holding on!Yeah, how dare Arno refuse de Sade. How dare he. Because *inhale* LIKE, WHY CAN'T THESE TWO IDIOTS BE IN LOVE UWU
It was Sade. The marquis had been particularly distant with him all the time that had followed their nocturnal exchange in the pine grove. Had it been too much? Had Sade felt rejected, hurt to the point of no longer bearing his presence?If you have to ask, you already have your answer.
Arno had no trouble guessing he was reluctant to drive him upstairs for more privacy. A ball of emotion gushes to the bottom of Arno's belly; he felt even worse when he realized he was hoping Sade would take him to his room to talk to him face to face.Translation: please let us have hate and makeup sex. It'll make everything better.
Sade was sprawled on a couch between a small group of two buxom young women and a boy. Apparently drunk, he had opened his jacket and his hat had fallen on the bench. He passed from one to the other, feeling a breast, caressing a hip, to finally be interested in the young man, a cute little brown of about twenty years. He whispered something in his ear, raising the boy's eyebrow, and swept his tall thin hands over his waist.It's always the boys. Are you jealous, Arno, that he's picking a random young man to fuck over you?
Arno turned away his head, his cheeks red, not embarrassed, but annoyed. More than annoyance, nervousness. A pure and incipient fury, inexhaustible.Called it.
"Sade," said Arno, clenched teeth. "Stop fiddling with children."It didn't bother you before.
"What are you playing, marquis?"
"I could turn the question over to you. It seems to me that you were very clear in the pine grove the other night, right?"
"What do you mean that you led me on? You were always asking for it! You presented yourself to me, and now you say no? How dare you!"Even seemingly drunk, Sade still managed to send him well-distributed. Arno pursed his lips, hesitating. His host took the opportunity to remove his mask and send him to join his brother on the ground.
Oh yeah, this is healthy.
Arno, Arno ... I already told you that I did not think everything I wrote! Do you really think that kind of story is to read first? I try to provoke people, to push them to question their beliefs and morals. Too bad if they do not see beyond; by shocking the public I make them react, which is already a first step towards their liberation of spirit."No, Arno, I don't want to rape you despite me getting really turned on when I wrote it in my novels! Come on, fiction isn't reality! How dare you refuse me!"
"Marquis, I know you just want to fuck me and that's it, and ... you'll say it's still my "damned sentimentality", but I do not want an adventure without tomorrow. I can not satisfy myself. I want more from you, do you understand?"And there it is. Arno knew all along. Arno wants more to a relationship than just sex, the Puritan. Luckily, de Sade tells him how he truly feels in the next few paragraphs.
"Arno ..." Sade began urgently. It was true at first, I admit. I've been wanting you since the first time we met ... Oh, even long before, to tell you the truth, and I only thought of putting you in my bed willingly or by force. And then ... that sentimentality that never leaves you, you have transmitted it to me. Gradually, without me noticing, you became important to me Arno, more than I would have ever imagined, and I am unable to express it otherwise than ...
Pressing his trembling hands on both sides of his face, Sade abruptly pulled Arno to him for a passionate, almost desperate hug.
Arno felt it, Sade could not control himself anymore.
You got what you wanted de Sade. You got a guy who was 'still in mourning', who wondered if you stuck GHB tablets in his drink, who initially didn't want you taking pictures of him or touching him, to admit he's OK with you fucking him. They don't want 'control' anymore. Aren't they just so passionate?He did not want to control himself anymore.
Fancy way of writing a kiss.
The language of the marquis forced the passage of his mouth, begged the entrance, and Arno did not bother to pretend the reluctance, allowing him immediately the passage to let it intertwine with his just as eager. Brighter than lightning, Sade had gotten rid of the ribbon holding Arno's hair and paced them feverishly, sometimes caressing them, sometimes gripping them as if to restrain the young man. But it certainly did not intend to leave, moaning his pleasure in the mouth of his friend, his hands firmly anchored on his waist.
No, you don't. You only wanted his cock, and you went to great lengths to get it."Arno," Sade whispered against his lips. Dear Arno, dear treasure, I want your body, your heart, your soul, everything, everything you have to give me, I will take it and I will keep it forever, I swear Arno ..."
Sade devoured his mouth again as if to prove his words, stopping only to catch his breath. Releasing the reddened lips, he pricked the jaw of kisses and then went down along his neck, tracing a hot, wet path with his tongue. Again Arno gave a low moan and gripped the Marquis's shirt at the waist. His breathing quickened, he was too hot under his clothes.Woo wee. Look at this action!
"If you knew the number of times I thought of you, offering you to me as at this moment," Sade whispered against his ear.Too bad I can't shake the rapey vibes from this.
Without further ado, he frantically rummaged around the waist of the young man, ridding the shirt of the pants to slip a confident and domineering hand.
Arno gripped the marquis' biceps and buried his head in his neck. The now familiar perfume filled his nostrils and only added to his intoxication.
His breathing quickened with the rhythm of the Marquis's hand, cruelly slow at first, then fast, then slow again, laughing at the delicious torture in which he plunged the young man. An impromptu fantasy composed especially for Arno.
Drunk with pleasure, the young man gave free reign to his moans against the neck of the marquis without the slightest restraint. He felt his legs shirking and now had to cling to his companion's shoulders so he would not fall.Well at least you're protecting the Marquis with your 'baton,' Arno. You sure are dedicated to your job.
Arno thought he heard the Marquis laugh in his ear, but he was so close to the seventh heaven that the slight crystalline sound seemed to him thousands of miles away. He wanted to tell the marquis to stop, to speed up, that he could not stand it any longer; impossible. It was just a stream of incoherent words.
Don't worry, my boy. You'll get the belt around your neck soon enough. Now that you know de Sad gives good handjobs, you'll never resist his advances.Finally the orgasm took him, suddenly and violently. Arno stifled a long moan of pleasure in the hollow of the marquis' neck and remained for a few moments, panting but soothed, while Sade stroked his back quietly.
"I would like to finish right now what we have just begun, said Sade grabbing the young man by the waist, but we must close the evening in the rules of art. A few more hours, then I will take you savagely on my bed and then you will see that the terrestrial paradise exists, and that it is between my arms."
"You did not say between my legs," "Arno remarked with a smirk. You are improving, marquis.I know what he means by this. He's going to take your anal virginity and you're going to lie on your beg, legs in the air, as he pummels that little red hole of yours. God, that makes me uncomfortable writing that. Oh well.
Arno went back to each room in search of his friend ... his lover. Damn, how could he disappear so fast? He did not dare to give the alert for fear of provoking a movement of the crowd and making research even more difficult. No record of the cameraman also, which was otherwise more disturbing.He gave you a handjob and already he's your lover? OK.
He could hardly imagine Sade wanting to keep this guy among his employees. After all, he had not even invited her to the party. It was more likely the ease with which the cameraman withstood the marquis. He did not have the courage to leave and look for work elsewhere at the risk of being homeless, especially at his age. He was at the end of his career and had not accomplished anything. The man was frustrated and jealous of the marquis to whom he owed allegiance.What a contradiction. La Touche can't leave because of an unfair contract in a job he vehemently hates and where he is treated poorly, and yet he's the villain and de Sade the tragic hero? He's 'frustrated and jealous' at de Sade...for what? Money? Infamy? I don't know - Marjolys never explains this. La Touche can't get a job elsewhere so he has to stick to filming porn. You know, in the Current Year, he can sponsor e-girls. That's a thing, you know.
No matter, the situation is solved and La Touche is arrested. Vidocq says they were only monitoring de Sade's films for evidence of La Touche's crimes...and not de Sade's. Makes total sense.
"I was so worried, name of God!" he exploded in a trembling voice.
de Sade wasn't even in the room when La Touche attacked him, let alone near the crime scene. He was blissfully unaware of the whole thing, lol. Why are you acting as if he survived the Titanic, Arno? La Touche attacked you, not him."Are you swearing now?" Sade amused himself in a whisper. "It does not suit you, my angel."
Here we go - the buildup to the eventual sex scene.He buried his head in the marquis' neck and inhaled a great puff of perfume, mingled with the musty smell of the cellar. This helping, Arno gradually calmed down. He heard Lapparent clear his throat, probably embarrassed by these public outpourings - after days spent on a film set in the middle of strangers, it was the height.
His voice was rather calm, yet Arno noticed that Sade clenched his fists along his body; his knuckles were just as white as his face. Although he was accustomed to conceal his emotions, the marquis could not hide the fear he had of losing the young man and his anger at not having been there to help him. This realization awakened something in the heart of Arno. An old throbbing pain. If La Touche had killed him, he was certain that Sade would have been in the same state as him when he had lost the Serre.He would only be upset because he lost an ass he couldn't fuck, not because he loved you, Arno. This relationship is so one-sided (as it usually is) it's lost on those who write it. They try so hard to make it organic but it only shows de Sade's predatory nature. He never cared about Arno. He only groomed him for sex - which he gets.
As always, the comments for this chapter are the most entertaining:
AAAAAAAAAAA-OH.MY.GOD.First of all, that escalated quickly! I could not wait to see you doing something in this chapter, thinking that you would leave me alone until the next one; so i was shook, like "oh shit, oh wait, are they- will they- oh, they ARE".Second of all, AAAAAAAA. But i already said it: DI checked the tags, saw "possessive behavior", had about ten scenarios of Arno being involved with someone (mostly by an accident, not by his own desire to do so) and Sade coming to claim what's his; then BOOM, it's not Sade who's possessive, would you look at that egoistic boy wanting more and forcing Sade to say things he'd love to hear, uh-huh ..! Loved it.Also, La Touche ????? I KNEW IT WAS HIM the first time Arno met him, he wanted to ask him if it's him but instead asked about the King of the Beggars and Robespierre (duh). because I COULD NOT believe Sade would like to hire someone as saying the key: 'DD
The entire flashback piece- damn. I cried. All jokes aside, i did; it hurt in the game, and it hurt, and poor kids did not like such a nightmare in their lives. The despair, the helplessness Arno felt when he was too late, again .. oh ...
Bitch, you don't care. Arno totally mourns Elise and yet he turns it into lust for de Sade. Weren't you the one who wrote on your Tumblr he has good chemistry 'with anyone besides Elise'? Figures.
From Kalincka, who wrote Arno being sodomized in her story:
. I like a lot like at the beginning, the gestures of Sade in the fic were calculated, very erotic, but there it is a lot of tenderness for few hints (finally, within the limit of the character) and GOD that I like this development. Your pen lends itself to it a lot, especially in the little details that you scatter everywhere (the smile "imbued with an underlying sadness" for example: these two idiots have interest in being reconciled and QUICKLY.) And so general, get them dressed as in the eighteenth, it's a huge bonus that I find adorable
ARNO. SMALL IMBÉCILE. YOUR JOB IS TO BE GUARDED BY THE BODY AND YOU LOSE YOUR CUSTOMER. MY POOR IDIOT.The little scene of jealousy that is fun, thank you for providing the best fanfic tropes on a silver platter, that is to say 1) alcohol, 2) frustration, 3) jealousy and of course 4) the semi-public smut, all included in a masked ball, it will never age and it is always delicious.When Arno pulled the marquis off the couch I had the impression of witnessing a distorted version of the end cutscene, after murdering the King of Thunes, when Sade sits next to a girl to whom he fucks the hand and that Arno turns his back on him; except that there was a lot more appreciable hehe.
The whole passage of the flashback vis-Ã -vis Elise = my tears. No, no, we do not have the right to revive this scene, I do not agree.Well, more seriously, I'm really happy to see how you explained Arno's past while mending it to your sauce and connecting it to a similar situation he's reliving! It's very well thought out. Kalincka approves.You're only crying because the bitch is dead and de Sade can fuck Arno. Which begins in Chapter 11.
Arno pretended not to understand.
"Your promise?"
And I'll be seeing that soon enough."I told you I'll take you wildly on my bed and I'll never leave you," he whispered ferociously between his teeth.
A shiver ran through the young man's spine. They had slept together that night, curled up against each other in Arno's bed, still shocked by La Touche's failed assassination attempt - out of the question of letting Sade spend the night alone in his room . He felt that the marquis had been even more affected than he; not because he had feared for his own life, but for that of Arno.No, he didn't fear for your life. He was only afraid he'd lose an ass to fuck. Marjolys is kind enough to add the 'possessive behaviour' tag, but thinks it's fine to normalize it provided Arno eventually realizes he wanted to be fucked all along. This pseudo-pity was meant to lower Arno's defenses.
"So that's it, said finally his mentor with a deep sigh resigned. This rottenness eventually corrupted you, after all."
Arno's blood instantly boiled in his veins. He clenched his fists along his body.
"Do not call him that. You're wrong on his account, Bellec. And you know me very badly to think that I can follow a way of life contrary to my morals and my principles. He's a good person. You should rejoice for me! "Bellec is right: de Sade did indeed corrupt Arno, but Arno is too dumb to see it. When confronted with the truth, Arno gets angry and demands Bellec rejoice for him because he's finally found happiness. No, Arno, you don't get to demand your mentor's approval when he can see the forest for the trees and you can't. You were groomed and sexually coerced in a job I still don't know the exact reason for.
Bellec expresses regret Arno is leaving the agency so he can be a freelance bodyguard, which is code for 'I'm going to fuck a man twice my age because he's my sugar daddy and I can't leave him'. Later, when Arno and de Sade discuss the repair of the Cafe, Arno apparently doesn't know how much modern renovations costs and gets angry his financial independence is shackled by de Sade. de Sade plays the victim, making Arno feel guilt in turn. Yeah, this isn't healthy.
Sade stopped wandering in the living room and turned to his companion, piercing him with his clear eyes.
"If it's really what you want, then you just never leave me. "Point proven.
Sade cleared the sides of the shirt and greedily ran his fingers over the soft, taut skin of the pecs. His gaze became less focused, his breathing more audible. Arno felt him gradually lose control, and he found himself enjoying the show. The Marquis's hands went down to his hips, brutally undid the young man's belt and threw it away.
Arno followed his eyes. The marquis noticed it and gave him a knowing glance.
Later, the little games in my way, he chuckled pulling the denim pants towards him. "Let's do this in the rules, I would not want to traumatize you for the first time with a man."This is what you were waiting for, de Sade: the opportunity to take your anal virgin. Of course he doesn't want to 'traumatize' his pet. Arno, who just got into his gay feelings, is ready to have anal sex. It's just so beautiful and touching UWU
"Born under the sign of the Virgin . That's about it."
Arno knew that at that moment he must be as red as a tomato. To find his thighs in the air moreover did not alleviate his embarrassment, on the contrary.
"I was sure it would be a joke on you," he grumbled, tightening his legs. "Did you have the secret intention to humiliate me and leave me in a state of mind, thus debauched by you? "Yes, virgin shame the man. That'll make him feel better. And I'm glad you're coming to terms de Sade has always wanted to debauch you, Arno. Yes, he's always wanted to humiliate you, and he will earn his victory when he comes in your anus. That was the whole point of his pursuit. Your participation was never considered.
In this stories, Arno always gives his - he never receives. This is because, for some, he's a 'bottom' and so has to take the submissive role every time.The end of the word strangled in Sade's throat as Arno approached his lips with his lover's already firm member and, after a moment of hesitation, slowly engulfed him in his mouth.
It took only a few minutes of experimental licks for the marquis to forget all self-control. Arno kept his eyes closed, taking full advantage of Sade's noisy and choppy breathing that was totally indulging him. One of his hands sailed without restraint in the long brown strands, caressing, triturating the scalp, encouraging the young man sometimes to accelerate, sometimes to sink even more against him. Groping, Arno found the other hand gripping the sheets and intermingled his fingers with his.
Sade finally released into his lover's mouth with a long guttural whine. Arno straightened up on his knees, messy hair falling in front of his eyes and his jaw aching, but quite happy with him. The marquis had obviously appreciated his technique - or rather, his complete lack of technique. He quickly went to the bathroom to get rid of what he had in his mouth and came back to find his companion lying on the sheets, an expression of intense contentment on his face. Sade straightened up as Arno entered the room, and drew him to him as soon as he was near enough to grab his forearm.You probably should've swallowed, Arno. Can't handle the bitter taste? You're going to taste it from another hole soon enough. I'm also glad Arno perfected his first blowjob with no experience!
Men don't have curves. Women do. Either this is a translation error or Arno was deliberately made a twink here. Now, will de Sade eat ass or dick?
He tugged on the elastic of the underpants still hiding the intimacy of the young man and the latter fell back on his back, head against the pillows, allowing Sade to lower the underwear along his legs. His triumphant gaze came and went along the curves of his lover, devouring him entirely with the eyes as he had never been before. Finally, he was going to eat and promised to enjoy himself.
Sade inserted two fingers into his own mouth, taking good care to keep eye contact, then leaned over the young man again and slid one of them between his buttocks.
Spit is not lube, Marjolys, and the anus isn't a vagina. You are not going to prepare Arno or be gentle with him if you don't use lube. You are under the impression an anal virgin is going to take this like a pro.The sensation of intrusion that followed, so strange, was not really pleasant, without being atrocious. Arno's muscles tensed immediately.
Sade came and went with his knuckles to massage and relax the muscles, while Arno struggled to follow his encouragement. Soon the marquis could add a second finger, then a third. Finally, when after long minutes of stretching Sade thought that his companion was ready, he carefully removed his fingers and lined up instead.
Again, no. Spit is not adequate lube for anal sex. You can't just go in there without lube or protection either. There will be immense pain and blood. Marjolys is under the impression the anus can just self-lubricate and someone can just absorb the impact on their first time. And, as I said before, it is always Arno being bottomed/sodomized. He never takes control of his own sexuality.At the moment his lover was in him, Arno tensed in pain. Sade immediately stopped all movement and waited until the body of the young man accustomed to continue.
The young man shook his head, jaw still tight. Sade began to move and gradually, the pain became duller. His muscles accepted the intrusion, tamed the strange sensation, so that Sade could sink deeper. More confident, the latter slightly accelerated the pace and reached areas still unexplored, until finally hit his prostate. It was like an electric shock that sent him to another galaxy.No lube, no 'explosion of pleasure'. That shit is going to hurt - especially if you haven't cleaned up there.
Clutching his legs more firmly, Sade defeated the measure of his thrusts well placed, to which responded the moans of his companion. The pain now gave way to a sensation of pleasure as Arno had never tasted. He was literally hovering; but something was wanting for total ecstasy.I'd like to start a drinking game, but I think it's too late.
I'd like to point out de Sade initially refused to let Arno pursue his own pleasure. It was all about de Sade's. Arno, as the bottom, can't make the 'top' decisions so to speak. He has to take it almost like a woman because...wait for it...he's a twink.The gasps of Arno resumed even more at the rhythm of the comings and goings of the marquis. Their bodies moving together were one. Clinging to his companion, the young man moaned, called his name, his name, asked for more. His cries matched those of his lover, like a delicious and infinite echo. Their bodies, practically glued to each other, united them into one living entity, as if they had only one heart for two.
Arno screamed when the orgasm took him, followed by a loan from his companion. The latter freed himself and then collapsed on him. The two men stayed that way, their sweaty bodies wrapped around each other as their breaths gradually calmed down. Hell, it had been a long time since he had had such an orgasm.
After a moment, Arno wrenched his neck to Sade's head dipped into the pillows all the way to hers. His breathing was slow and steady; he had probably fallen asleep. Arno ran a hand through the marquis' defeated hair. The latter began to grunt gently and stir.Again, Arno is an anal virgin. With spit as lube and no condoms, Arno is going to have a red and swollen anus regardless if his prostate was massaged. He'll be in pain. So much for de Sade being 'gentle' with him.
Ah, but Izzy Grinch has some wisdom:
I loved how Arno always stays true to his character, being stubborn at certain things and refusing Sade to invest his money into the restoration. Also, leaving Unity ??? That's something he should have done in the game at some point in the end; to hell with the Brotherhood, it was not used, but not a human being!Yeah, no. This wasn't Arno. This was Twinky Arno, who can't make his own decisions and who doesn't know what porn is and can take a cock on his first try without any pain.
The epilogue is forgettable, but the comments are not:
Always good to have squee comments. But it's time for the summary.WELL.That's been a ride i must tell you. Like a long beautiful movie, a very particular type of emotional support and a nice thing to annoy my friends to the point of being "oh hell, she will not stop talking about those dudes any day soon * sigh *": DDDLOVED EVERY SECOND, even those of the hours i was supposed to sleep, not read; LOVED EVERY WORLD, even those they (and you) used for puns and alliterations (i'll be having nightmares, i'm telling you. \ /. Ahahaha)THANK YOU so much, you did great, that's an amazingly big and difficult work and i'm fascinated with it and your talent...... * record scratch sound *> That's the end of the adventures of Arnold and Donald!WHYThis epilogue feels like a scene in the end of a nice action movie, showing the characters behind a little while before the next kicks in, somewhere on the islands, all of them, wealthy, healthy and deeply in love: 3
Marjolys never answered the major plot point - and hole - of this story: why, exactly, was de Sade being pursued by the police? Who was targeting him, and for what reason? Since this takes place in modern times, his content would not be as controversial as it would be in his. The issue, as Marjolys forgot, was the age of the actors in his films: they were underage. When Arno points this out, de Sade dismisses his concerns, citing the age of consent in France. What standard does he have to abide by? He was the Roman Polanski before Roman Polanski, and I am to see him as some sort of sweet lover?
Yeah, no. Marjolys also forgets she added her 'possessiveness' tag, which de Sade fulfills to the T. The relationship between him and Arno is that of an older man taking advantage of an uninitiated virgin. He uses no lube, no condoms, no nothing when he has sex with Arno. Arno has no dominant traits or takes control of his life; he merely lets others stomp all over him. In certain fics he is written as a submissive bottom who is too much of a baby to take control. He is in effect the quintessential effeminate homosexual, and if this pic is any indication, it's no wonder Arno is considered a twink.
Marjolys is unaware that the anus is not a vagina, and for first-timers you need a lot of preparation. Spit as lube and using fingers to spread the anus is not going to work. You are going to have a red, swollen anus and possibly infection the first time around if you do that.There will also be blood, and, if an enema was not performed, faeces. It's clear Marjolys only learned how to write sex from other authors.
Arno flip-flopped from not wanting de Sade to touch him, to being fine with him touching him, to kissing him and getting jealous when de Sade was touching another man. He told de Sade he didn't want to be a one-night stand: he wanted love and romance. Yet what de Sade gives him is a one-sided treatment of lust: all he ever saw in Arno was the virgin meant to be defiled. After all, that's what he bragged about in earlier chapters. Marjolys and by extension Arno completely forgot about it.
Arno was groomed into this relationship. It is not as organic as Izzy Grinch and the close circle of reviewers who ship this pairing insist it is. They obsess and possess. Arno is worried about de Sade dying, even when de Sad was nowhere near the room La Touche was in. When Arno was nearly strangled, de Sade cared more about the virgin he couldn't fuck rather than the man's life. You will not convince me otherwise.
Oh, let's not forget Arno suspecting de Sade stuck GHB tablets in his drink. Always a good way to set up a romance with the date rape drug. The minute Marjolys wrote that, I knew this wasn't going to be the UWU love story the commentators jizzed themselves over. Arno was groomed out of his comfort zone, had anal sex without lube or protection, and fell in love with his sugar daddy in a plot that fell into its own plot hole.
Yet, reviewers like Izzy Grinch say Arno is in character. He is not. He isn't a thinking vessel, but a reactive one. He had moments of clarity, such as when de Sade bragged about violating girls in his films, which were promptly swamped by his blushing, lustful feelings for de Sade. de Sade offered him a shoulder to cry on over a girl he didn't truly care about, and de Sade repaid him by bumrushing him in both literal senses. He doesn't take control, he doesn't actually redeem himself. He simply lets himself be groomed into this life which will not give him happiness and which was based on sexual coercion.
You can't have love with sexual coercion. And you definitely won't have it if you seriously think your future lover spiked your drink with GHB tablets. That's a mega 'Nope' from me. Arno being an unthinking twink is another. Any sarcasm, wit, or pragmatism is lost when he starts thinking about his sugar daddy. It's the Current Year and he has no idea what porn is, and I still don't know why de Sade wanted a bodyguard. The only reason I can deduce is he saw Arno as the pretty boy he was, and decided then and there he wanted to sodomize him. He got what he wanted, and I got a cutesy ending with a happily ever after vibe.
Yeah, no. This shit ends up with guys getting stuck in flower pots. Remember what I said earlier about de Sade bragging about molesting teenage girls on film? Put him in modern prison among the general population. He'll be made famous, alright - with the Jeffery Dahmer treatment with the broomstick up his ass. We'll see if he likes sticking it up tight virgin asses then.
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