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The Ticket Taker’s words remain in the forefront of your mind,
‘The circus can tell from those who seek joy and those who have secrets buried deep inside themselves…’
Creepy as fuck. You decide to wander, checking some attractions that you hadn't gone to the night previously. You see the blue tent and head inside. It's full of people, those you can mostly recognize from around your local area and those you can’t. You are about to step further inside when the people fade and the lighting changes.
The silhouette is that of the Ticket taker. The very soul you are trying to avoid. He says something about his tent attracting very few people before attempting to gaslight you into thinking it was empty the whole time.
The silhouette disappears and the layout changes once again, mirrors line the walls different coloured lights reflect off of each mirror. You keep walking and eventually realise this is a maze, not a hall.
You start to feel nervous as you don't think the tent was this expansive from the outside appearance. You are unsure if it's paranoia but you swear you see things in the reflections of this mirror, someone is trailing you. No matter how many times you twist and turn, you never seem to catch anyone. Is this just your mind playing tricks on you..?
No. No. That's what he wants you to believe. Something tells you that you should keep walking but you think you can see Pierrot out of the corner of your eye.
Curiosity overrides your gut instinct and you turn to the mirror. Pierrot stands behind you, crouched down and arms wrapped around you. His masked face rests upon your shoulder as he starts to speak. You start to blush as he starts repeating sweet sayings, pleading for you to be his, to vocalise such things.
You notice an increasing amount of blood appearing on the illusion before the mirror shatters. A very familiar throwing knife is embedded in the mirror, centered at the source of the cracks. You choose to move on, trying not to look into any more of these accursed mirrors.
You inevitably fail and you peer into the mirror bathed in blue light.
Instead of being met with the sight of your reflection, it seems the Ticket Taker is inside the mirror.
“How queer. You were instructed not to stop, yet you peered inside the mirrors.”
He seems to walk through the mirror's surface, as if it wasn't solid at all. He steps forward, reasonably close to you, although somehow you feel a warm breath on the back of your neck…
“Don’t.” You still, "Don't look back.” You eye glances to the side, head about to follow when you think you see someone- Something grabs ahold of you.
“I detest disobedience." You swallow and something forces you down onto your knees. Your position is roughly the same as where you were standing, back straight and eyes forward. The only real difference is, now you rest upon your knees opposed to your feet, no, they are tucked under your arse.
You are still held in place however, not able to look up at him means you are staring at his blue slacks.
You hear him talking, telling you to back away and leave him alone. Then he dismisses the thought he was talking to you.
“Where was I… Ah.” Fingers hook under your chip and lift your gaze to his. “It is impolite to look away during a conversation.” The grip on your skull is released, however a pressure on your shoulders remains –refusing to let you stand. Or escape.
“What is holding me?” You ask, voice only minorly venomous if you do say so yourself.
“Simply an illusion.” The Ticket Taker says with false cheer.
Silence. A sigh.
“I suppose being witness to a few horrors in the circus has… ruined most of the illusion.” His voice is falter than it was, almost bitter. A pause. “Why, it's me, Red ticket guest. I just wanted you… closer.” He speaks and you're forced forward, face worryingly close to his groin.
You start to panic, now for a separate reason than before.
“There is little need for such trembling. I don't bite.” You are focused on his face, ignoring what body part lies a mere inches from your face. You notice his voice seems to originate from behind too. Suppose he wasn't lying, but being between two of the same predator. It sends a shiver down your spine.
His eyes glow and his hand comes up to grab the lower half of your face, fingers smushing your lips into an odd shape.
“Hm.” That singular noise instantly traps you inside a bubble of fear. He slaps your cheek once before demanding, “Open.” His hand goes to his belt.
You open your mouth hesitantly. He moves his trousers just low enough to remove his cock. Your mouth snaps shut. You shake your head and open your mouth to refuse but his hand comes to grab your hair, pulling at your scalp.
“How would Pierrot feel if his human pet ended up a fool?” You can hear the subtle threat in his voice.
A blowjob or a brainwashing…
“You’ll suck my dick either way. It’s just a matter of what happens afterward.” Once again open your mouth, allowing him to feed you his dick.
It is inhuman in look, but fairly human in size- albeit on the larger side of human anatomy.Thicker in length than in girth, it is milky white in colour with the tip fading into a deep navy blue.
Your lips part for it to enter your mostly unwilling mouth. It tastes pretty similar to anyone else you've given a blowjob to. You close your eyes and try to relax your throat, trying to get this over with.
The Ticket Taker starts thrusting languidly into your mouth, seemingly wanting to prolong this. Whether for his pleasure or your pain you cannot tell. Maybe it’s both.
His thrusts are slow but forceful. The first few times you gag heavily, unprepared for the sensation. You straighten your back slightly to make it an easier angle to take it. You let your mouth and throat go, wide and relaxed. Spit dribbles out the corner of your mouth and coats the cock currently thrusting in and out of your oral orifice.
His hand suddenly pulls your hair, keeping your mouth close to his pelvis and his cock choking you where it rests deep in your throat. You gag and open your eyes. You cannot see anything but if you look to your left you can see a mirror’s reflection.
Pierrot.
You panic, not wanting him to think you've chosen Ticket Taker over him.
“What an interesting pet you've found, Pierrot.”
You hear the soft jingle of bells as Pierrot steps forward. You can see a raised arm and a gleam of metal. One of his throwing knives perhaps?
“I wouldn't do that if I were you. I would hate for the rest of the circus to find out about this human. So defenseless and breakable.” He emphasises his point by pulling your hair, yanking you impossibly further onto his cock. You gag again.
You feel warmth at your back and you know Pierrot has stepped forward. His voice is different now, soft but cold and dangerous. Quite unlike any tone he's used for you, he talks.
“Leave them be.” You cannot see their faces, having to rely on sound to discern their reactions. Ticket Taker forcefully holds your head in place as he starts to gyrate his hips, gagging you before pulling out slowly., leaving just the tip in your mouth. A small amount of fluid leaks from his tip.
“Oh, but me and Red here are having such fun. Aren't we?” You feel the question directed at you but before you can make any noise, he thrusts deep, leaving the only noise you can make is a choking noise and blurred eyes.
A comforting hand graces your shoulder. It does not belong to the Ticket Taker.
“It would be such a foolish mistake if you interrupted us, hm?”
The three of you stay in that position, the two above you seemingly having a silent conversation. When Ticket Taker starts thrusting again, restarting his previous rhythm, Pierrot surprises you by kneeling behind you. You feel his mouth on your neck, kissing you softly.
He kisses up your neck, leading up to behind your ear. You hear him whisper, softly and barely audible; “Hold on, My dear.” A kiss. “Do not fret.” A kiss. “Just a bit longer.” The tone is one you are familiar with, loving and bordering on reverent. He starts leaving small marks now, nibbling at your skin with his sharpened teeth.
Lovebites and hickeys momentarily distract you from servicing Ticket Taker before he jolts, pressing himself deep inside you once again . You taste faint salt before you are swallowing as quick as possible, choking on his cum as it pumps directly into the back of your mouth.
The Ticket Taker pulls out, tucking himself back into his trousers. He stares at you, still knelt down. The pressure you felt holding you down fades away, you lean back into Pierrot. The Ticket Taker tilts his head.
“I suppose I shall see you around, Red.” He disappears back into a mirror as you feel Pierrot pick you up. You let yourself melt into his comforting touch.
“I am sorry you had to do that.” He says as he places you upon your feet outside the tent. You shake your head, not trusting your voice to not come out hoarse. Your hand finds his and his pupils enlarge, seemingly morphing into a heart. He pulls your hand to rest upon his chest, bent over as he is, you suppose that is where his heart is meant to be.
You shift onto your tiptoes and kiss the cheek of his mask.
His face seems to glow pink, pupils largening to an obscene amount. He surges forward, capturing your lupus with his own. The kiss is heated and his hands envelop your wait, tugging you close.
You briefly think about how your mouth probably tastes of cum before you find your mouth filled with Pirrot’s tongue. You close your eyes, fists bunching into the fabric of his costume. Soft moans leave your mouth as you kiss.
You feel one of his hands move down to cut your ass when you're both interrupted by the clearing of one's throat. Pulling away from each other, a small string of saliva connects the two of you. You turn your head to find none other than the Ticket Taker.
“Pierrot. Your next show will begin shortly.” Pierrot growls and nods, pulling you away quickly. He hurriedly leads you to the border of the circus.
“Go home my dear. I shall see you tonight.” You nod and turn to leave, he lets you go with a chaste kiss to your knuckles.
You hurry home, eagerly awaiting the end of Pierrot's last show.