Plucking Feathers

It’s rare you see to find someone like me
but that’s what he is, he’s mine, I’m his
We came together under blood stained straps of leather
a moonless gory night in a field of murky delight
tied down with his buddy, I fucked ‘em good and muddy
While slapping my ass, I found which one had more brass
took out my handy fileting knife, while the meek begged for his life
then sliced into strips the frail, while the other looked all male
I came again and again, wrapping around his sweat glazed skin
like bacon on a frying pan, I laid them out in front of the other man
He was naked and still hard as a rock, I knew I liked that glistening cock
Sparkle in his purpled bruised eye, I was feeling the crimson high
I watched him watch me, as I lay work to dicing human debris
he never said a word, wondering if shock he was in at what has occurred
Like carving a fish off its bones, the trophy of course was that mans stones
dangling like a trucks prize, for all their shriveled size
Then hair by hair I braided,  all the while the other one waited
I made a fine chain, then placed them balls where I’d lain
turned to him and stopped in hesitation,  only to find an excited invitation
Still tied to my old pickup, like a hungering young wolf pup
he spoke for the first time, since witnessing my hellacious crime
“You are beautiful bathed in blood,” he whispered where he stood
That was when I realized I wasn’t alone any longer, his love has made me stronger
Now we cruise together the inky pavement,  looking for the perfect enslavement!