Filling the syringe, he made two glowing green drops coat the needle. Dominic had told him that it was necessary to assure the needle would penetrate both Clark's skin and vein. Removing the hood he stared into Clark's glassy anguished eyes.
"Sshhh, kid. This will make you feel much better." He then administered the shot and removed the glowing green strings of beads that had been causing Clark such pain. Morgan sat back and and stroked Clark's arm softly.
Clark slowly relaxed and then softly smiled as the pain was changed to something else. He wasn't sure how he felt right now, but it was better than the agony of a moment ago. He turned and looked at the nice man who made the pain go away. He seemed familiar, but Clark couldn't remember who he was. "Thnk oo," He slurred.
The man simply smiled and softly stroked Clark's cheek. This was nice, Clark thought.
Morgan's smile widened. Yes, Emerald Pleasure was very nice. It was highly addictive, pain numbing, halucinagenic, and pleasure inducing. He and Clark were going to have a lot of fun, and if Morgan did his job right... well, Clark wouldn't want to be saved.
Morgan slowly began to remove Clark's clothes. Clark provided no resistance and soon Morgan Edge was spellbound by the beauty in front of him. He knew that Clark would not remember much from this first dose... so that gave him leeway to play a bit. After all, this was supposed to be pleasurable.
Morgan ran his hand up Clark's leg, slowly and softly moving his way towards Clark's groin. Clark tried to move away, "Wha ya doon?"
"Sshh, Clark. I'll take care of you. I took the pain away, right?"
Clark tried to focus on the nice man. Yeah the pain was gone and he did feel real nice, "uh huh."
"Just relax Clark. This will feel good." He continued to move towards Clark's groin while his other hand held Clark's cheek. Clark sighed and pressed into the hand. Morgan barely constrained his elation. This was going to be too easy. He slid his hand down Clark's face and neck. Running his hand over the well defined pectoral muscles he could feel them shiver under his touch. Licking his fingers he softly touched Clark's left nipple, taking it in his fingers and gently rolling it around.
Clark was being flooded with sensation. He had never felt this way before. That nice man took the pain away and was now giving him such pleasure. He writhed and unconsciously opened his legs as Morgan's other hand finally touched his swiftly hardening member.
So much fun... that maybe... maybe he wouldn't even give the boy back. He had always wanted a trophy, and he couldn't think of a better one than the firm beautiful body writhing beneath his hand.
Morgan was a pragmatist; if the situation demanded it he could certainly return the kid without ever looking back, kill him without even blinking an eye, or simply walk away to leave him as evidence of Lionel's dirty-work distancing him from any involvement. By the time he was done, Morgan was certain that Clark would even testify on his behalf - fully believing that Morgan had saved him from pain and torture again and again.
But, if the situation didn't demand it... Morgan licked his lips as he watched the boy responding enthusiastically to his touch... gasping in surprise at even the mildest movements and staring at Morgan with awe. God, he could laugh out loud. Despite what Lionel suspected about his son's relationship with the boy, it was obvious that Clark was still a virgin... and very virginal at that... Based on his avid response the boy had probably never gone beyond first base. Clark was the epitome of purity... a virgin sacrifice... he decided in a moment of whimsy, and likely to be the only one that Morgan would ever have *laid* on his alter.
Without realizing it, that thought had made Clark's 'first time' very important to Morgan, he wanted the boy to remember it... for the rest of his life- however long that might be. More than that, he wanted Clark to beg for it desperately.
With the goal of his playtime changing, Morgan slowed his fingers to a light stroke that Clark could barely feel and schooled his face into a disappointed grimace as he waited for Clark to notice. Lifting his body under Morgan's fingers to recapture his touch, Clark almost blew Morgan's composure with his needy whimper. Sighing loudly, Morgan removed his hand entirely and turned away.
"wss shrong?" Clark slurred in distress at Morgan's sudden absence.
"Nothing." Morgan sighed again.
"Pleees, tll ...e."
"It's nothing." Morgan hid his soft smile knowing what would come next as Clark struggled to sit up and blearily caught his arm, both to steady himself and to make contact with Morgan.
"Peeese, wsit?"
Morgan turned to him and flashed a pathetically sad smile before he answered, "You lied to me. You seemed like such a nice kid, but you lied to me."
As he stared at Clark, the boy broke into tears...
"Gd..sry..soooo...srry," Clark moaned, leaning heavily into Morgan as he did.
"It just hurt. I was putting my neck on the line with some pretty dangerous people. And, I thought you had to know that, but you just lied and then turned around and hurt me on top of that." Laying the guilt trip on heavily, Morgan stared ahead hiding his glee as Clark started to try to comfort him- stroking his arm in a haphazard way as his tears flowed copiously.
"It just hurts..."
Clark cocked his head as he stared at the older man. It was hard to think, but he could tell that he had screwed up big time. The man had only been trying to make him feel better, and Clark had lied, hurt him, then broke his promise. And, still, when he was hurting, the man had taken the pain away and was trying to make him feel even better. Remembering the feel of the man's hands on his nipples, Clark suddenly had an idea... the perfect idea...
Leaning around the older man's shoulder, Clark slipped his fingers between the buttons of his shirt and began to shyly stroke his chest in the same way that he remembered the man doing for him.
Smirking down at the boy's hand, Morgan gasped for effect and asked in an easily achieved shaky voice:"What are you doing?"
"jushh wnttoomake jyou fell bittr." Clark explained feebly as he stretched his body across the man's lap to reach deeper into his shirt and find his nipple.
God, Morgan thought with glee, this is perfect... just perfect...
"Just fucking perfect," Lex snarled as he slammed the driver's side door shut.
After hearing that Martha and Jonathan were at the Smallville medical center, Lex had decide that they didn't need the additional worry of having to retrieve Clark from the Metropolis 42nd. precinct's police department. Clark had said that he needed them or Lex to pick him up, so he wasn't under arrest, but he was hurt.
The whole drive to Metropolis, Lex had been anxiously trying to decide the best way to handle telling Clark that his Martha had been shot- only to discover that he had arrived to late. Graham, the officer who had picked Clark up from a back street in Suicide Slums, had very kindly explained that Mr. Kent (whose id had been checked) had been there a short while after Clark had called to pick him up and had let the boy speak on the phone to his mom before they left together.
The officer, on seeing his concerned look had tried to comfort with an assurance that Clark had seemed fine when he'd left, outside of being worried for his mom. Relieved, even though he felt guilty that he'd been of so little help to the family when they'd most needed it, Lex thanked the man and was turning to go when the officer caught his arm.
"Clark seemed like a very nice lad," Graham began, "and so upset about his mom that I didn't want to add to it by upsetting his father too."
"But?" Lex prompted, appreciating the officer's confidence.
"But, someone should do something about that football team. Before someone really get's hurt."
"What?!?" It was the last comment that Lex had expected, assuming that Clark had been caught and hurt by his father or Dominic.
"Oh, I guess it makes sense that he wouldn't have said much being a boy his age... But, he said that a bunch of jocks had picked him up and dumped him in suicide slums. He didn't want to press charges or say anything else, but from how stiff he was, I suspect they may have roughed him up first."
"Did he say specifically who?" Lex suppressed the snarl riding at the back of his throat. Of course, he knew who it would have been, but it would be better if Clark confirmed it.
"No, only that they were jocks, but we've had enough problems with the crows football team that it really doesn't take much to figure out who he meant."
"Sshhh, kid. This will make you feel much better." He then administered the shot and removed the glowing green strings of beads that had been causing Clark such pain. Morgan sat back and and stroked Clark's arm softly.
Clark slowly relaxed and then softly smiled as the pain was changed to something else. He wasn't sure how he felt right now, but it was better than the agony of a moment ago. He turned and looked at the nice man who made the pain go away. He seemed familiar, but Clark couldn't remember who he was. "Thnk oo," He slurred.
The man simply smiled and softly stroked Clark's cheek. This was nice, Clark thought.
Morgan's smile widened. Yes, Emerald Pleasure was very nice. It was highly addictive, pain numbing, halucinagenic, and pleasure inducing. He and Clark were going to have a lot of fun, and if Morgan did his job right... well, Clark wouldn't want to be saved.
Morgan slowly began to remove Clark's clothes. Clark provided no resistance and soon Morgan Edge was spellbound by the beauty in front of him. He knew that Clark would not remember much from this first dose... so that gave him leeway to play a bit. After all, this was supposed to be pleasurable.
Morgan ran his hand up Clark's leg, slowly and softly moving his way towards Clark's groin. Clark tried to move away, "Wha ya doon?"
"Sshh, Clark. I'll take care of you. I took the pain away, right?"
Clark tried to focus on the nice man. Yeah the pain was gone and he did feel real nice, "uh huh."
"Just relax Clark. This will feel good." He continued to move towards Clark's groin while his other hand held Clark's cheek. Clark sighed and pressed into the hand. Morgan barely constrained his elation. This was going to be too easy. He slid his hand down Clark's face and neck. Running his hand over the well defined pectoral muscles he could feel them shiver under his touch. Licking his fingers he softly touched Clark's left nipple, taking it in his fingers and gently rolling it around.
Clark was being flooded with sensation. He had never felt this way before. That nice man took the pain away and was now giving him such pleasure. He writhed and unconsciously opened his legs as Morgan's other hand finally touched his swiftly hardening member.
Yes, Morgan thought, this was going to be fun...
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Morgan was a pragmatist; if the situation demanded it he could certainly return the kid without ever looking back, kill him without even blinking an eye, or simply walk away to leave him as evidence of Lionel's dirty-work distancing him from any involvement. By the time he was done, Morgan was certain that Clark would even testify on his behalf - fully believing that Morgan had saved him from pain and torture again and again.
But, if the situation didn't demand it... Morgan licked his lips as he watched the boy responding enthusiastically to his touch... gasping in surprise at even the mildest movements and staring at Morgan with awe. God, he could laugh out loud. Despite what Lionel suspected about his son's relationship with the boy, it was obvious that Clark was still a virgin... and very virginal at that... Based on his avid response the boy had probably never gone beyond first base. Clark was the epitome of purity... a virgin sacrifice... he decided in a moment of whimsy, and likely to be the only one that Morgan would ever have *laid* on his alter.
Without realizing it, that thought had made Clark's 'first time' very important to Morgan, he wanted the boy to remember it... for the rest of his life- however long that might be. More than that, he wanted Clark to beg for it desperately.
With the goal of his playtime changing, Morgan slowed his fingers to a light stroke that Clark could barely feel and schooled his face into a disappointed grimace as he waited for Clark to notice. Lifting his body under Morgan's fingers to recapture his touch, Clark almost blew Morgan's composure with his needy whimper. Sighing loudly,
Morgan removed his hand entirely and turned away.
"wss shrong?" Clark slurred in distress at Morgan's sudden absence.
"Nothing." Morgan sighed again.
"Pleees, tll ...e."
"It's nothing." Morgan hid his soft smile knowing what would come next as Clark struggled to sit up and blearily caught his arm, both to steady himself and to make contact with Morgan.
"Peeese, wsit?"
Morgan turned to him and flashed a pathetically sad smile before he answered, "You lied to me. You seemed like such a nice kid, but you lied to me."
As he stared at Clark, the boy broke into tears...
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"It just hurt. I was putting my neck on the line with some pretty dangerous people. And, I thought you had to know that, but you just lied and then turned around and hurt me on top of that." Laying the guilt trip on heavily, Morgan stared ahead hiding his glee as Clark started to try to comfort him- stroking his arm in a haphazard way as his tears flowed copiously.
"It just hurts..."
Clark cocked his head as he stared at the older man. It was hard to think, but he could tell that he had screwed up big time. The man had only been trying to make him feel better, and Clark had lied, hurt him, then broke his promise. And, still, when he was hurting, the man had taken the pain away and was trying to make him feel even better. Remembering the feel of the man's hands on his nipples, Clark suddenly had an idea... the perfect idea...
Leaning around the older man's shoulder, Clark slipped his fingers between the buttons of his shirt and began to shyly stroke his chest in the same way that he remembered the man doing for him.
Smirking down at the boy's hand, Morgan gasped for effect and asked in an easily achieved shaky voice:"What are you doing?"
"jushh wnttoomake jyou fell bittr." Clark explained feebly as he stretched his body across the man's lap to reach deeper into his shirt and find his nipple.
God, Morgan thought with glee, this is perfect... just perfect...
"Just fucking perfect," Lex snarled as he slammed the driver's side door shut.
After hearing that Martha and Jonathan were at the Smallville medical center, Lex had decide that they didn't need the additional worry of having to retrieve Clark from the Metropolis 42nd. precinct's police department. Clark had said that he needed them or Lex to pick him up, so he wasn't under arrest, but he was hurt.
The whole drive to Metropolis, Lex had been anxiously trying to decide the best way to handle telling Clark that his Martha had been shot- only to discover that he had arrived to late. Graham, the officer who had picked Clark up from a back street in Suicide Slums, had very kindly explained that Mr. Kent (whose id had been checked) had been there a short while after Clark had called to pick him up and had let the boy speak on the phone to his mom before they left together.
The officer, on seeing his concerned look had tried to comfort with an assurance that Clark had seemed fine when he'd left, outside of being worried for his mom. Relieved, even though he felt guilty that he'd been of so little help to the family when they'd most needed it, Lex thanked the man and was turning to go when the officer caught his arm.
"Clark seemed like a very nice lad," Graham began, "and so upset about his mom that I didn't want to add to it by upsetting his father too."
"But?" Lex prompted, appreciating the officer's confidence.
"But, someone should do something about that football team. Before someone really get's hurt."
"What?!?" It was the last comment that Lex had expected, assuming that Clark had been caught and hurt by his father or Dominic.
"Oh, I guess it makes sense that he wouldn't have said much being a boy his age... But, he said that a bunch of jocks had picked him up and dumped him in suicide slums. He didn't want to press charges or say anything else, but from how stiff he was, I suspect they may have roughed him up first."
"Did he say specifically who?" Lex suppressed the snarl riding at the back of his throat. Of course, he knew who it would have been, but it would be better if Clark confirmed it.
"No, only that they were jocks, but we've had enough problems with the crows football team that it really doesn't take much to figure out who he meant."
"No...
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