All language subtitles for Falconhead Part II The Maneaters !984)

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The woman's voice had awakened me
abruptly.

It had startled me out of that strange
dream.

I jumped in the shower.

I can't recall the exact image, except
for the feeling that some

creature was masturbating over my body.

I tried to dismiss it, but it still
haunts me.

it had a body of a man the head of a
falcon weird

wet dream i've got to get my mind

off the image come on derek think about
that kid you found in

the mountains last week now that

I still feel his lips on your dick.

On your ball.

These balls are so full of cum.

They're ready to explode.

I would like to shoot all over that
pretty face of his.

The kid with the dreamy half -smile.

He would make a great slave.

you

Who the fuck are you?

Oh, yes.

You're perfect.

Perfect for the job.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Shh.

Delete.

You will find the fuck right here.

The what?

Listen, man, who the fuck do you think
you're... No.

Falconhead is a creature that captures
young narcissistic men through the

and keeps them imprisoned until they are
capable of

leaving someone else besides themselves.

Falconhead lives in the reflection of
every narcissist like yourself.

Thoppenhead stole my slave.

My young, self -loving slave, and took
him into the mirror.

The man -eating mirror, where lovers of
self -reflection become their own

reflection.

I want him back!

So tonight, you will have the
opportunity to find my

slave and bring him back.

Why should I do this for you?

What's in it for me?

Have you ever awakened from a dream and
found yourself soaked with your own cum?

Once you have entered the mirror, every
man you ever dreamed of will be

waiting, wanting, reaching out to suck
you whole.

Oh yeah?

And what else?

bastard.

Right then.

I'll set you up for the rest of your
goddamn life, but not before you find my

boy.

Once you've entered the mirror, many
will try to entice you into their world

self -love.

Deny them.

You must deny them until you find my
slave.

This boy of yours, how will I know him?

Trust me, you will know when you find
the glove.

I suppose I don't.

It will be ten, four, precisely.

The party was in progress.

If one can call it a party.

I felt like I was walking amongst
zombies on a Martian landscape.

All the usual creatures were there.

The queens.

the fag -hags, the hustlers, the young
narcissists with

dark, questioning eyes in search of
their clones.

If the thoughts of these two young men
are identical, they may find ecstasy in

one another.

Now they can masturbate and be fucked at
the same time.

By the same cock.

Their sex includes no conversation or
any other element that composes life.

Only the addiction to achieve an orgasm.

Their sex is almost silent.

A ritual of sweat.

Contact of skin.

And the absence of love.

Perfect victims for Falconhead's mirror.

Mm -hmm.

Mm

-hmm.

I love you. I love

you.

Thank you.

Mm.

Mm. Mm.

Oh.

the music and the movement and the heat
of another body.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Everything became frozen.

Only hints of conversation.

Astrology.

Cruising. Palm reading.

Time was close.

I felt the presence of the stranger I
had met earlier that day.

I would soon find the mirror.

I have the opportunity to enter the
Falcon Head Hall of Mirrors.

Find my slave.

From the hand mirror that I held
tightly, I could see a stranger.

Look into the mirror.

Find your sweet dreams come alive.

Here, he is waiting.

Very good

looking, blonde.

Are you into cherry boys?

Into hazing and bondage?

Let's get him.

Rape. The rape of humiliation.

Of walking past a corner and being
taunted and called sweetie

and faggot.

And when you answer back of having
bottles filled with beer and rocks

you.

Because you have somehow violated their
manhood.

Once an ex -con told me I was pretty.

He said if I were in prison, I'd be
somebody's woman.

I'd have to obey him and be faithful to
him.

If I got caught screwing with someone
else, I'd be slit with a knife or a

blade.

Lit. Until the blood from my faggot ass
would meet the blood from

my throat.

Until the redness would become one.

I dreamed a Nazi tried to rape me in an
alley.

But I bit his tongue and the blood
dripped lost to this.

He told me we should drink each other's
blood to seal the bond between us.

I was willing to do anything.

We committed the act and sucked up a
fair amount of each other's blood.

Then we waited to taste each other's
cum.

When I was young and alone, I would
strip down and put on my mother's

veil and paint my nipples with her black
ivory pencil.

I would stand and gaze at myself in the
mirror.

The mirror that holds so many fantasies.

I have mirrors everywhere.

I love them.

I adore my body.

And I love to gaze at it.

my dick.

I must fabricate reality.

I go in search of the exotic, the
painful at times.

It makes me feel alive.

I can at last feel something.

Otherwise, I exist in a dream.

a kind of living death.

So I become a masochist to survive life.

I must abuse the flesh to punish myself
for my body's compulsive lust.

I must be wrapped as a package to make
my body conform, to inhibit its excess,

its extravagant aberrations.

Oh.

At evening, standing on a balcony, I
gaze down at young

men like yourself.

The beauty that made their bodies
strong. The young guards

whose smell of sweat clinging to their
skin.

You do not respond to my...

Maybe you would prefer to look into the
mirror and watch young bikers gaze with

reverence at their machine.

The motorcycle.

The machine that was between his legs.

It feels warm from his body.

The stranger on the motorcycle.

He never bothered to hide his heart on
the hot folds of his pants.

Traitor. You.

Easy to hint, he'll howl.

He wore a helmet that had the shape of
his cock head.

His body was covered by a uniform.

Asshole. Needed to be eaten.

I'm a cock freak.

I can eat cock for hours.

I can eat ass for hours.

I get off on natural smells.

I'm a jack -off freak.

I like to prolong the orgasm as long as
possible.

Concentrate on every detail.

The sounds.

The sounds of my hands sliding on my
dick.

The movements of my arm.

The way the muscles work.

I fed my cock to the mouth of the
stranger.

It was like he was starved for dick.

Like you're feeding him cock.

You have dickies.

I mean, dickies.

Thick, thick piece of meat in my hands.

I want you to come in my mouth.

Come in my ass.

Ejaculation.

The final denial.

Sweat pours down my body.

I feel the sperm swell in my balls.

My cock gets a slight jerk.

It stiffens.

The balls pull up.

You're suddenly gushing up like a cock.

That's it, Loki cream.

You're going through my fingers.

The sticky mess dripping from the head.

Squeezing the last drop.

I bathe the machine in my crown.

I like to squeeze the head of it.

Fizz around the shaft.

You have the biggest...

The biggest... You have the biggest
fucking soul.

You rejected my seduction.

Continue your journey.

Slave boy is yours.

Enjoy your reward.

You have denied all of us.

across the darkness and the cold world
of mirrors, between reflected images of

narcissism, I had passed, and I had
denied all.

Without fear, I became everything.

You bastard.

Find my boy in Ossitua for the rest of
your life.

The only truth seemed to be in this boy,
in whose body I wanted to explore.

His map.

His axe.

To push it beyond the limits of reality.

He swallowed.

And those muscles deep in his throat
contracted so tightly around my dick.

He swallowed again.

Once you've entered the mirror.

I wanted to know the taste of this boy.

Deny them.

against the basic mandate.

I wanted his ass.

His cheeks were smooth and firm.

I licked them all over, and then I
smelled his asshole.

It had a good, rich smell.

I spread his cheeks and began licking
his asshole.

My asshole opened for it.

He established a river.

Each withdrawal made my ass more eager
for the next time.

I like the feeling of him inside me.

The search was for hot dick in our
mouth.

Hot dick in our ass.

To be kissed.

To be touched.

Not to be alone.