Buttered Up

The Buttering

He tied Miller up quickly in order to get him buttered up faster.

"EEEEEE", cried Miller.

Miller started to struggle but Michael wouldn't have that. He proceeded to slap Miller across the face, and whispered, "You're gonna get fukin buttered up now!"

He slabbed his large butter all over the tied up Miller, covering every orifice with hot oily butter, with nothing but the screams of Miller and the hot butter slamming across Miller's skin sounding in the dark quiet room.

With one final "EEEEEE," Miller finally submitted to Michael. He knew his place. Michael, satisfied, poked Miller in the chest and whispered darkly, "Who's the buttery one now, bitch?"

Miller, in tears whispered back, "It's me." As his tears stained the concrete floor, a massive typhoon swept through the sex dungeon, taking away its tin roof and freeing Miller of his restraints.

Miller started running, wherever, to escape Michael. However, Michael couldn't have it. He brought out his whip and ran after Miller, convinced he was going to get his buttery man back. It was not long before Miller had gotten caught by Michael, as his buttered skin made him slip. "I'm-I'm sorry..."

"THATS FUKIN BELLIGERENT MILLER", bellowed Michael.

"EEEEEE" Miller replied, knowing Michael loved when that sound escaped his mouth.

Michael glared at Miller and whispered, "I'm gonna fukin whip you now Miller." He stalked towards a sniffling Miller, crumpled on the ground, and raised his arm. Michael then proceeded to whip as Miller watched, captivated by Michael's beauty.

In the hallway, the still buttered Miller and the frenzied Michael continued on, with the typhoon still raging outside the walls, when all of a sudden, the dark hallway was bathed in light when a tin roof crashed through the wall, coming dangerously close to Michael and Miller.

Seeing his chance to escape, Miller leaped toward the roof, using his butter-covered skin to boost him toward it. However, Miller didn't account for his hands being covered in butter, and his chance to grab the roof, quite literally, slipped between his fingers.

Michael, eerily walking toward Miller, brandished his whip, giving it a few cracks to further intimidate the already terrified Miller. Miller was bawling at this point, seeing as his final chance to escape was gone. As his tears hit the floor, the building shook as thunder and lighting came crashing down as the rain outside further intensified.

"Miller do u fukin remember that time you SPIT ON MY FACE???" Michael screamed, leaning in close to Miller. He shook his head and whispered, "You wanna know what? PAYBACK IS A FUKIN BITCH"

Miller cried out and braced for the pain that was to come, as Michael drew his whip back. "Mmm Miller there's no one in CK as buttery as you." Michael brought the whip down on Miller and the crack could be heard all the way in Marpi.

"EEEEEEE" Miller yelled, arching his back as tears poured down his face. Michael shook his head, whipped Miller one last time, and walked away. Miller was scared. He was bruised, buttery, and moist. But he knew Michael had let him off easy this time. He could only imagine what was to come next.