|guiltyred (guiltyred) wrote in 80sficpicalooza,|
@ 2008-05-06 19:43:00
|Entry tags:||^buckaroo banzai, author: guiltyred, may 4|
Laugh While You Can, Monkeyboy! TAoBBAt8thD (Banzai/John Worfin)
Title: Laugh While You Can, Monkeyboy!
Prompt: May 4 – The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension, Banzai/John Worfin: Torture/BDSM – Shall we say ‘a penny for your thruster’?
Word count: 350-ish (Worfinisms are tricky)
Summary: Buckaroo discovers the real use for a Shock Tower.
A/N: Sorry this is late! With IJ going through its growth spurt this weekend I wanted to wait it out and make sure the post took. Then, of course, I forgot to write today’s prompt… ^^;;; (Also, continued here.)
Desperate to buy time, Banzai snarled, “Lie detector my ass! Kind of an elaborate sex toy you’ve got here, you evil alien freakshow!”
Lord John Worfin chortled, then choked on a premature gloat: the machine had failed to shock, either on principle or in reaction to Banzai’s bold words.
Buckaroo caught the lapse and paused himself. If the lie detector didn’t trigger… “Are you telling me this IS a sex toy?”
Worfin paced uncomfortably back and forth. “Well, in a manner of speaking…”
Banzai recognized his advantage and pushed it. “So, what, you just strap yourself in and get a little jolt in the old –”
Worfin rose to the bait. “Your puny human mind could never grasp the pleasure, Banzai!” He stormed across the room and began to unhitch the bindings on his prisoner, muttering incoherent insults with each buckle. “You weak-a-kneed…short-a-sighted…un-ad-venturous…MONKEY BOY! Get out! OUT!”
“Well, if you insist…”
With a satisfied smirk, Worfin strapped himself into the Shock Tower, then reached for the controls –
– which Buckaroo Banzai now held in his far-too-steady hands.
“Watch what you’re doing with that!” Worfin shouted.
“You mean this?” Banzai turned the dial and hit the switch.
As the current engaged and arced to an unnamed region of Worfin’s anatomy, Banzai managed not to flinch.
Worfin, however, thrashed and howled under the onslaught. “Turn it up, damn you!”
For a moment, Buckaroo Banzai considered the absurd turnabout of the past two minutes. He glanced at the screen that showed an imperiled Penny, then back at his captor – er, prisoner. “Release Penny, and I’ll cooperate,” he stated boldly.
“Ha! I knew you were no match for me, Banzai! Turn it up, THEN I’ll release the girl!”
“How do I know you’ll keep your half of the bargain?” Banzai asked sagely, fingers twiddling the dial.
“Damn you, Banzai! You’re holding all the cards!”
Banzai raised an eyebrow. “Huh. So I am.” He turned the dial to a dangerous level. “Well, have fun…”