Internship (page 6)
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Julian merited a hearty laugh from David; it was not meant to taunt him negatively, but merely vex his senses and announce the Duke’s reign. He belonged to David now and he will do as what is instructed. He wondered what Julian knew in this aspect of life; it was obvious that he was one who’d find pleasure in inflicting pain and suffering to quench the thirst of mind - boggling questions, but so was David. The difference was quite simple to David; while Julian did his dirty work to sate his endless curiosity, David did it for the kicks. A higher form of addiction that bested cocaine, heroin and alcohol altogether. The sheer need to feel like the god he is.
The more Julian spat venom, the harder David got. Slender appendages tightened around the elder man’s neck, purposely drawing breath dead for seconds; just enough squeeze to make him gag quaintly onto the Duke’s auditory senses. The sound of him almost gasping for air, barely able to sound and enunciate as he eloquently did, caused David to heave a deep, sharp breath.
The door opened and fogged the Duke’s head with an obsessive need to conquer the hidden domain and mark himself superior over its owner. Pulled onto him as if ready to waltz downstairs, David kept his grip over Julian’s weakened arm, raised away from any distraction. Chest heavy against Julian’s, cheek against the side of his head, like that of a feline marking its territory. A whiff of Julian’s scent; fear, sweat, conflict, lust and pride, such an enticingly delicious musk! The Duke hissed, a loud, sultry, airy moan right onto Julian’s ear; his spare hand a generous smack at Julian’s buttocks, a vice - like grip of his own.
“Is that fear, Julian?” Sneered David, hauling him with all his might into a dance descending through the stairs. He knew his way around men and women, a flight of stairs would pose no problem; be it lit or not. The very reason why he had stuck to wearing thin, velvet - clad boots over leather for stepping; they constricted less and kept focus on where his heels would land.
A swift turn, fingers dancing over Julian’s scar before he’d quickly draw his hand to meet lips that hummed and tongue that flickered over the exposed scar, keeping Julian’s attention astray and his weight heavy for easy dragging; heavy, but easy as weight distribution is can be well - manipulated, given the right angles. Like a cosmic dancer, leading a frail, strange life form.
The descended safely, fabric hugging the Duke’s back with sweat at his own constraint and effort. Back into the wall, Julian crashed, lips hungry to meet his again, darting his tongue into Julian’s mouth without mercy.
**
The laughter gained it’s desired outcome, free hand flexing into a tight fist as the burn of anger and embarrassment fueled the blood blow to Julian’s face. The harder David got, the more venom Julian spat and so it would continue to upscale the further they continued on with this, whatever it was.. The choke also gains the desired effect on Julian, it was a language that he understood quite clearly and upon being released, lowered his head, subdued and gasping for breath without protesting any further.
As curiosity sent Julian into the darker side of human nature, so it also forbade him from lashing out in any actual way that would alter the course they were on right now.
He didn’t have to open the door, the key could have been anywhere in the prison and there was no way for David to know that it was on Julian’s person at all. So perhaps he wanted to open the door, but he didn’t know why. With every squeeze onto his arm, there came a grunt and a buckle of his knees, making it difficult to get downstairs but David seemed to know what he was doing and Julian had traversed them so often, he really didn’t need to concentrate too hard.
He growled back wordlessly at the question, lips peeled back over perfect teeth, white and clean, eager to sink into something, anything. He jolts at the sudden slap to his rear, wincing at the vice grip and eyes flashing in their fury equal to that of a tormented lion at the mercy of the tamer’s whip, he knows he can kill, he just needs to get past the biting sting of the leather. So Julian also knew he could dominate, if he could just get his arm out of David’s grasp before he got any wild ideas of restraining him.
Breath left him as his back hit the wall hard, barely time to take in air as David swooped in and captured his open mouth, a startled and desperate moan was muffled and swallowed by the other, forcing Julian to breathe through his nose quite heavily. Even an unwanted or unexpected kiss would always be returned by Julian, with the same amount of feverish clashing and his hands clawed into talons to combat the desire to just relax. He daren’t untense a single muscle, coiled like springs wired to snap, body shaking with the effort to obey the commands and yet struggling against his own desires to directly challenge them.
His free arm groped blindly, eyes closed and rolling under their lids, Julian sought to take a nice, firm hold onto David’s sensitive weights, if he could get such a vice grip upon those, the tables would once again turn to his own favor.
**
Reciprocated with such ferocity and want, The Duke found his cue; never one to force himself on others, he would wait things out. Patience was his main frame; he could wait until death knocks to ensure exact precision. He could taunt, jeer, and cast his manipulative ways onto others, extracting their deepest, darkest, desires but can easily and immediately halt if they truly demand him so. The Duke is as obedient as he is patience; famished as he is easily full.
David was feeling the strain. Julian’s larger frame and weight is close to draining him out of energy; a frightful predicament with all ungodly devices left and right; there were chains, gags, whips, ropes, toys, knives, razors and all that would sedate any man or woman, for that matter, into a mess of sexual pleasures. While some familiar to the Duke, some were left to be studied for use; another time, he thought. Clearly, there would be; he would ensure of that.
The battle was on; lips locked as tongues mauled each other in a fight for dominance, crashing against the cavernous walls of both men. David’s fingers twitched, barely able to sustain a steady rhythm over Julian’s scar; playing between tempo and gravity, occasionally pressing onto before retracting themselves to strum, as if assuaging the damage done. He needed him held just as he needed to take a breather.
The Duke’s free hand slipped from back, deviously running past Julian’s cage, descending sweetly right between hips that found inseparable. Almost tempted to tend to his throbbing need, safety comes first. Palm facing Julian’s, he latched onto his clothed region; giving him a fervent grope, fully cupped on Julian’s shape. For the once intent of merely causing distraction, it seems he, too, had been affected; oh splendor is Priapus upon such dainty hands. He began to knead him in furious speed, fingers jerked to take full of his girth.
Sweat formed over David’s temples, running down his neck and chest at the heated exchange; the only event where heat was welcomed with arms eager. Step after another, pushing Julian with all his might towards parallel pillars with leather hung like nooses from both sides, base with metal plates of clasping mechanism, no doubt to secure footing, Perfect, David thought.
He stalked Julian; kissing him in frustration over not being able to tend to his own need, doting pleasure upon Julian’s region with eager fingers while the other his sensitive scar. Lips burning against the man; how selfish. He will be punished. A stead gaze on their direction; a single step more from Julian, backwards, David could easily kick the locks to secure Julian’s ankles. The arms have proved quite…. easy.
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So they were both dangerous men, but Julian more so in that once you were in, that was it. There was no backing out, no turning away from the promise. Everyone had to sign a waver before entering this room, specially written up so as not to condemn him if you died down there. He did not own a safe word and he did not ask for nor adhere to them either. If you stopped breathing down here, you ended up hanging from a hook up there.
Julian sensed David was losing his energy reserves, he pushed back fiercely, not making this too easy for him and intending to exhaust the more slender figure. There was a hitch in his plan however, as naughty digits began to press and knead into his cock, cut-glass hard and straining, moistened by sweat and arousal fluid seeping from the tip. A gruff, rumbling growl but ending in a softer pitch, he faltered and stumbled back, feeling then something clamp around his ankles and the movement of his backwards stepping ceased.
There was a distinct disadvantage here for Julian, in all his time of ensuring that he controlled each and every movement down here, he’d never once been in the passenger seat himself. He was gripped onto David’s arms now for dear life, his last chance of survival that he dared not to let go. Fingers digging in, near bruising the thin upper arms and teeth bared in a last act of defiance, but it’d do him no good, one good jab at his forearm and he would reel back enough to be secured into place.
“This has gone far enough!” he breathed ragged, surging the last of his reserves towards toppling David, but was it enough? He was feeling exhausted himself, pain and pleasure combined to make his head swim from time to time, the groping and the kissing, he could not help but feel his body respond accordingly and his arm was throbbing as hard as his cock, Julian closed his eyes at the searing burn of his wound, thumbed and stroked better only to be hurt again, it was getting too much to take, he was faltering again.. He wouldn’t give in easily, he couldn’t.. “Please.. “
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To learn is to survive and David had truly learned quite a lot. He had learned from men of larger frames, women fragile of touch; taught by the hand that feeds, molded by the hand that strikes. What he wanted, he got not because he was famous or had a reputation instilled in the minds of many but, because he worked for it; he worked damn hard for it.
The metal hinges clicked and bound was the king of this deathly fortress; ensnared by the treacherous Duke that continued his assault. David pressed on, shimmying Julian’s awareness of his predicament to be with deep, passionate, starved kisses, caressing his engorged region, and lecherous tips, toying with Julian’s source of weakness. Little by little, he hooked his wrists over the nooses; pulling the end of each rope, an arm after the other, until such time that Julian was held against his will.
He broke the kiss, withdrawing with a sloppy transparency bridged between him and Julian’s lips. He panted for dear life; lungs imbued with toxins gasped desperately to neutralize. David stood before Julian with breath heavy as if in an asthmatic episode; shoulders endlessly rising and falling as fingers latched onto ropes extending to Julian’s wrist. With one hand controlling the height Julian’s wrists bound over his head.
Brows creased angrily at his miscalculated step as he could feel lips shudder in need of Julian’s venomous taste. “Please what?” He muttered through a pitched, raspy tone. “Tell me goddamn it!”Demanded the Duke; he wanted to know, he needed to know. What is that you want, Julian? What is that you hide so perfectly under that perfect mask? What is it that you crave for?
Out came a pair of leather gloves from his vest pocket; the very reason why he’d often cup belongings if they were still there for the leather accessory tend to push them out to fall. Slipping the accessory in one hand in an excruciatingly slow fashion; finger after finger, guided by crooked ivories as he waited for his response. Patience was his main frame but David would be lying if he was becoming ardent.
Slap.
Leather scrunched without warning; hard against Julian’s cheek. The mere sound causing David’s cock to twitch eagerly. “Please what?” David asked once more; his tone fuliginously provocative. A step forward, dropping the knot only to step on it to free his hand. He was close now yet again, a mere breath away from Julian’s face as he slipped on the other glove. He grabbed him by the jaw, forcing Julian to face him, “Daddy’s asking a question sweetheart, you best answer.” He cooed, teeth clenched with a menacing grin.
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Julian had watched many struggle in this thing, it was quite a favorite of his to use because, well, ease of access and maximum exposure combined with limited movement and restricted options, he couldn’t get flailed at or kicked, or even bitten. So he was at once very still, leaning heavily and glad for only a brief moment of the straps holding him up. There was no use in fighting the contraption, it was designed to resist all attempts of escape, so he did not waste what little strength he had left in trying to free himself.
He calmly watched David draw back from him, both gathering their breath and struggling to stop their bodies from quaking with exhaustion. But there was not an entire element of utter helplessness here, Julian had picked up on David’s need to know, the same hunger for knowledge he himself possessed, which explained the lack of abandonment today. His lips pursed, tempted to spit but he could barely even swallow with his dry throat. “I need a drink of water,” came his snarky retort, purposefully not giving away anything David wanted to hear.
Heart still thumping in his throat, wound throbbing in time and eyes directly glaring at David’s lips, demanding more as his tongue snaked across his own, Julian saw the slap coming and braced, tensing up and closing his eyes tightly. Slowly opening his eyes, turning his fierce gaze back to David’s and then averted it away, his cheek stinging like crazy and he rather enjoyed the burn of it. A firm grip upon his jaw soon got Julian’s attention right back where it had been moments before, staring into eyes that were ice blue but heated like cold fire. He was tiring quickly, but he only offered David his silence. How far could he push this side of David now? Always working, even when he was unable to move, he could still fight back and frustrate.
Julian had asked for this to stop, but he had incensed David to a point beyond the ability to adhere. Not that Julian was complaining any, he was learning a great deal from this and he assumed David was, too. But he wasn’t going to be shaken by a mere slap to his face, oh no, it would take a lot more than that to get Julian to obey a command and submit to the claim of higher power. “Get me out of this thing!” Julian hissed through clenched teeth, lunging forwards but not getting very far, “you are onvery shaky ground, I promise you!”
Julian winced, his arm was really starting to hurt and cause him bother, it was exposed and visible, he was about ready to retch again at the mere thought of it. But he knew that he had stoked the flames of David’s fury so much, he would not listen to just any request. He choked back his pride, took a deep breath and looked at David’s eyes meaningfully. He wasn’t messing around, it was a genuine request and he hoped it would get through, because he was not comfortable. “Can I please have my bandage?” he asked in a quiet voice, “please.. I don’t want to.. “ He gulped and retched. “..to look at it!”
He sighed heavily, he knew what David was waiting for. “I want my bandage back on,” Julian spoke firmly, eyes locking with David’s once more, breath catching in his throat, “please Daddy.. “
**
Unsatisfied with Julian’s answer, the Duke was left with no choice than to oblige a polite request. His face clenched in irritation at but turned swiftly to the rope underneath his heel. Lowering it enough so his arm does not hang as much, he tied the end of the rope into the one of the pillars. With no bandages easily on sight, David turned to his sleeve and forced the fabric to tear. It did him well as he would be very well ventilated from this heated exchange. Approaching Julian once more, he dabbed the cloth over his scar, spun it securely and tucked a small knot on the side to keep it from falling off. “Now was that so hard, my pet?” Gods, did that drove him wild.
Hung onto the contraption with one hand supporting David’s leaning figure, now literally towering over Julian, a leather - gloved hand took hold of his jaw once more; now, rather gentle. Eyes examined Julian’s expression of weariness, seeking Julian’s face for any form or word to take back his initial answer. Truly, there was more that he wanted than having his exposed scar patched up, yes? David thought, getting even more agitated by Julian’s silence; brows creasing yet again as his upper lip felt a toothy assault. “Now what else?” Added the snake, covered thumb tracing Julian’s lips, rekindling that body - wracking sensation of being firmly pressed against them. “What else do you want Daddy to do, hmm?” He wanted to know; needed to know. Hecraved for him to say it.
The same hand slid past his lips, descending at a leisure’s pace down his neck, caressing every bit of flesh he could. Lips pursed into a silent “oh” as fingertips met the barricade of buttons that concealed that delectable flesh. Hopping off where he dangled, he turned to the desk full of blades; knives, daggers, razors, the lot. Dainty running his fingers along the wide array of toys, he picked up quant dagger; blade down onto the surface, dragged as he walked back to his prey. Delighted to see a thin trail of its proud sharpness, David brought the blade right under Julian’s neck. “What does dear, dear, dear, Julian want, hmm…? And very carefully, David ran the blade down along Julian’s shirt, prying each button open as it tore the fabric with a precise cut in half.
Satisfied with the now bare torso, David rammed the blade mere inches from Julian’s face without warning just as his lips found his post haste. Though this time, he waited not for Julian’s response; lips fell without coordination; onto corners of his lips, cheeks, chin, and down hotly onto his neck. Gloved hands roamed over his chest, briefly acknowledging Julian’s nipples with a firm brush of the palms; further down it went, busied as he unbuckled the man’s belt, impatiently anxious to reveal the robust prize.
In one tug, the belt came off; buckle clanked onto the concrete floor; an eager hand claimed its prize. David hissed and genuinely moaned in a sultry fashion, almost lost with awe as he slouched against Julian’s bare torso. “Fuck.” He whispered.
**
His face is pained, watching with almost pleading eyes as David relents and tears his own shirt to show Julian a sliver of heart. It is not mocked, Julian exhales long and loud, visibly relieved by the simple action of covering the eye-sore. He felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders, he very nearly sagged but his arm hurt too much to put a lot of pressure onto it. “No daddy,” he said quietly, “thank you.” Julian knew how to appease and get what he wanted most, he’d demanded it of his own pets often enough, he wasn’t stupid.
The gentler grasp upon his jaw did nothing to make him want to say anything more, though he was alert and attentive enough to note the flicker in David’s expression, however brief, making sure that Julian was actually alright. He tried to pull away by moving his head, knowing that if the positions were reversed, David would not be getting the same concern from Julian. Once he got started, Julian just sort of went into this state of calmed frenzy, determined to produce results, no matter what.
The thumb caressed his lips and Julian flicked out his tongue just once, rewarded with that warm body now pressing firmly against his own. Still he refused to answer, knowing that if he did, his tiny hold on the last ounce of control he had would be gone. He tensed as David began to run his fingers down over his neck, eyes following as the knife was brought over. His hands clenched into fists as he heard the ripping sound, it was one of his nicest shirts and he was most displeased at having it ruined beyond repair.
The blade was suddenly and shockingly mere inches from his face, his chest rose and fell quickly with heavy breaths. “Cunt!” Julian spat, eyes wild and lips peeled back to reveal his teeth. He growled as the kisses and touches made him feel very warm all over again, low groans of impatience fueling his erection that raged furiously by now. Julian felt David whisk away his belt, breath catching in his throat as his pants slowly slid away and those long, slender digits curled around his cock at last. The slump was not missed by Julian, who moaned loudly at the gentle grasp upon his erection.
He was aware of David’s whisper, the predicament David put himself in just now was quite delicious. “I think we’ve had enough,” Julian spoke as if to end the scene, then he took a deep breath and reared back his head, growling in frustration quite loudly, then he lowered his head slowly and offered a defeated sigh. Alright then, if that’s what he wanted, in exchange for his bandage, Julian lifted his gaze once more to seek David’s. “Please Daddy,” he spoke with breathless passion, a need in his tone of voice, fearfully wide eyes as if David might refuse his request this time, “I want.. I want you tofuck me. Hard. Merciless. Make me collapse to the floor.. Own me.” Teeth clenched by now, humiliated beyond his own own belief, his head hung low, unable to look David in the eyes for admitting his guilty desire aloud at last.
“Damn you.. ”
**
Prayers fell naught to the self - proclaimed god and his ears; it is to be granted post - haste but with caution. The Duke was in euphoria; lost at the pious sensation of the great Priapus tangled within his grasp; such a devout, sinful device that made his body quake with lust and a gluttonous sense of greed to haul the man off his chains and ravage him senseless. A whiff of his scent as Julian tittered, still bound by the Duke’s doing, elicited a silenced groan of need to comply.
Mismatched orbs resurfaced from the darkness that summoned them at the nefarious snarl that slipped through lips savory. He listened with great intent, all else deafened from his auditory peripherals but Julian’s demand; such sweet, chorus of immoral propensity! Such vulgar, lecherous needs; delicious. Thoughts poured, gushed through muffled groans as his found sought his need; both, now busy stroking with intense tempo until such that he could no longer bare towait. His own impatience infuriated him; how he now had succumbed to Julian’s demise of lack of patience was unruly. But woe is sweet sin?
Gone was the weight on the knot that held Julian’s binds. The loud zip that announced Julian’s freedom was joined with the Duke’s loud, sharp, intake of breath; caution aforementioned, the hinges remained lock around Julian’s ankles. Cock, rock hard; twitching to deliver Julian’srequest.
With not a minute or second to waste, David slipped his hand under Julian’s shoulder, grabbing a thick set of hair, exposing his neck. Lips followed, humming, nipping, gently biting onto flesh bare; tongue, coy, flickering over the jaunting apple of his. Brief, concise, calculated; the tip of his boot hooked over the counter’s leg. Thankful for its wheels, he drew it close; regrettably separating their united bodies.
“Down.” Commanded the Duke through teeth gritted, guiding Julian to bend over the desk in front of him. Light on his feet, David climbed the counter, not wanting to waste any more time to circle around for access. He hopped off, right beside Julian; taking hold of his throbbing, lusting erection. Stroking himself from base to head as precum generously readied him for entry. “
**
Julian sighs wearily as his hands finally come down from over his head, his first instinct is to tug and pull at the makeshift bandage, a vice of sorts, something needed and yearned for, now he was calmer at least but it didn’t last long as his hair was pulled and his head tilted to one side. “Daddy!” he growled viciously, teeth bared and angry but not moving to try and harm the well deserved victor. Julian would not keep David from claiming him, hums of pleasure muffled by his hand clamped over his own mouth, not wanting to utter another sound.
He grunted, obediently going down over the counter and closing his eyes, he knows he is completely exposed now and at David’s mercy, unable to do a damned thing about it or even stop it even if he wanted to. Eyes slowly open when nothing happens at first, catching movement and he turned his head, watching David starting to stroke himself slick and wet. Julian kept his hand firmly over his mouth, determined not to make anymore noise to further boost David’s ego.
Impatience was key however and Julian wasn’t waiting for anything or anyone, eyes flashing as they met with David’s, anger perhaps? No, just wanting. Needing. The last thing Julian needed in his life was a new vice, but David was quickly becoming something he might use as a kind of support beam from time to time, His tone softened, Julian slowly and carefully removes his hand. “I need you now, daddy,” he spoke deeply, inviting and warm, “show me.. show me I’m yours.” He hitches a breath in his throat, why does he need to feel this way? This yearning to be controlled, to be put in his place? To be told he wasn’t worthless? He didn’t care! Yet.. Somewhere deep inside, he was only human after all.. “Please, daddy,” Julian turned red with embarrassment, “fuck me and.. and tell me I’m a good man.. please.. please?“
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Julian merited a hearty laugh from David; it was not meant to taunt him negatively, but merely vex his senses and announce the Duke’s reign. He belonged to David now and he will do as what is instructed. He wondered what Julian knew in this aspect of life; it was obvious that he was one who’d find pleasure in inflicting pain and suffering to quench the thirst of mind - boggling questions, but so was David. The difference was quite simple to David; while Julian did his dirty work to sate his endless curiosity, David did it for the kicks. A higher form of addiction that bested cocaine, heroin and alcohol altogether. The sheer need to feel like the god he is.
The more Julian spat venom, the harder David got. Slender appendages tightened around the elder man’s neck, purposely drawing breath dead for seconds; just enough squeeze to make him gag quaintly onto the Duke’s auditory senses. The sound of him almost gasping for air, barely able to sound and enunciate as he eloquently did, caused David to heave a deep, sharp breath.
The door opened and fogged the Duke’s head with an obsessive need to conquer the hidden domain and mark himself superior over its owner. Pulled onto him as if ready to waltz downstairs, David kept his grip over Julian’s weakened arm, raised away from any distraction. Chest heavy against Julian’s, cheek against the side of his head, like that of a feline marking its territory. A whiff of Julian’s scent; fear, sweat, conflict, lust and pride, such an enticingly delicious musk! The Duke hissed, a loud, sultry, airy moan right onto Julian’s ear; his spare hand a generous smack at Julian’s buttocks, a vice - like grip of his own.
“Is that fear, Julian?” Sneered David, hauling him with all his might into a dance descending through the stairs. He knew his way around men and women, a flight of stairs would pose no problem; be it lit or not. The very reason why he had stuck to wearing thin, velvet - clad boots over leather for stepping; they constricted less and kept focus on where his heels would land.
A swift turn, fingers dancing over Julian’s scar before he’d quickly draw his hand to meet lips that hummed and tongue that flickered over the exposed scar, keeping Julian’s attention astray and his weight heavy for easy dragging; heavy, but easy as weight distribution is can be well - manipulated, given the right angles. Like a cosmic dancer, leading a frail, strange life form.
The descended safely, fabric hugging the Duke’s back with sweat at his own constraint and effort. Back into the wall, Julian crashed, lips hungry to meet his again, darting his tongue into Julian’s mouth without mercy.
**
The laughter gained it’s desired outcome, free hand flexing into a tight fist as the burn of anger and embarrassment fueled the blood blow to Julian’s face. The harder David got, the more venom Julian spat and so it would continue to upscale the further they continued on with this, whatever it was.. The choke also gains the desired effect on Julian, it was a language that he understood quite clearly and upon being released, lowered his head, subdued and gasping for breath without protesting any further.
As curiosity sent Julian into the darker side of human nature, so it also forbade him from lashing out in any actual way that would alter the course they were on right now.
He didn’t have to open the door, the key could have been anywhere in the prison and there was no way for David to know that it was on Julian’s person at all. So perhaps he wanted to open the door, but he didn’t know why. With every squeeze onto his arm, there came a grunt and a buckle of his knees, making it difficult to get downstairs but David seemed to know what he was doing and Julian had traversed them so often, he really didn’t need to concentrate too hard.
He growled back wordlessly at the question, lips peeled back over perfect teeth, white and clean, eager to sink into something, anything. He jolts at the sudden slap to his rear, wincing at the vice grip and eyes flashing in their fury equal to that of a tormented lion at the mercy of the tamer’s whip, he knows he can kill, he just needs to get past the biting sting of the leather. So Julian also knew he could dominate, if he could just get his arm out of David’s grasp before he got any wild ideas of restraining him.
Breath left him as his back hit the wall hard, barely time to take in air as David swooped in and captured his open mouth, a startled and desperate moan was muffled and swallowed by the other, forcing Julian to breathe through his nose quite heavily. Even an unwanted or unexpected kiss would always be returned by Julian, with the same amount of feverish clashing and his hands clawed into talons to combat the desire to just relax. He daren’t untense a single muscle, coiled like springs wired to snap, body shaking with the effort to obey the commands and yet struggling against his own desires to directly challenge them.
His free arm groped blindly, eyes closed and rolling under their lids, Julian sought to take a nice, firm hold onto David’s sensitive weights, if he could get such a vice grip upon those, the tables would once again turn to his own favor.
**
Reciprocated with such ferocity and want, The Duke found his cue; never one to force himself on others, he would wait things out. Patience was his main frame; he could wait until death knocks to ensure exact precision. He could taunt, jeer, and cast his manipulative ways onto others, extracting their deepest, darkest, desires but can easily and immediately halt if they truly demand him so. The Duke is as obedient as he is patience; famished as he is easily full.
David was feeling the strain. Julian’s larger frame and weight is close to draining him out of energy; a frightful predicament with all ungodly devices left and right; there were chains, gags, whips, ropes, toys, knives, razors and all that would sedate any man or woman, for that matter, into a mess of sexual pleasures. While some familiar to the Duke, some were left to be studied for use; another time, he thought. Clearly, there would be; he would ensure of that.
The battle was on; lips locked as tongues mauled each other in a fight for dominance, crashing against the cavernous walls of both men. David’s fingers twitched, barely able to sustain a steady rhythm over Julian’s scar; playing between tempo and gravity, occasionally pressing onto before retracting themselves to strum, as if assuaging the damage done. He needed him held just as he needed to take a breather.
The Duke’s free hand slipped from back, deviously running past Julian’s cage, descending sweetly right between hips that found inseparable. Almost tempted to tend to his throbbing need, safety comes first. Palm facing Julian’s, he latched onto his clothed region; giving him a fervent grope, fully cupped on Julian’s shape. For the once intent of merely causing distraction, it seems he, too, had been affected; oh splendor is Priapus upon such dainty hands. He began to knead him in furious speed, fingers jerked to take full of his girth.
Sweat formed over David’s temples, running down his neck and chest at the heated exchange; the only event where heat was welcomed with arms eager. Step after another, pushing Julian with all his might towards parallel pillars with leather hung like nooses from both sides, base with metal plates of clasping mechanism, no doubt to secure footing, Perfect, David thought.
He stalked Julian; kissing him in frustration over not being able to tend to his own need, doting pleasure upon Julian’s region with eager fingers while the other his sensitive scar. Lips burning against the man; how selfish. He will be punished. A stead gaze on their direction; a single step more from Julian, backwards, David could easily kick the locks to secure Julian’s ankles. The arms have proved quite…. easy.
**
So they were both dangerous men, but Julian more so in that once you were in, that was it. There was no backing out, no turning away from the promise. Everyone had to sign a waver before entering this room, specially written up so as not to condemn him if you died down there. He did not own a safe word and he did not ask for nor adhere to them either. If you stopped breathing down here, you ended up hanging from a hook up there.
Julian sensed David was losing his energy reserves, he pushed back fiercely, not making this too easy for him and intending to exhaust the more slender figure. There was a hitch in his plan however, as naughty digits began to press and knead into his cock, cut-glass hard and straining, moistened by sweat and arousal fluid seeping from the tip. A gruff, rumbling growl but ending in a softer pitch, he faltered and stumbled back, feeling then something clamp around his ankles and the movement of his backwards stepping ceased.
There was a distinct disadvantage here for Julian, in all his time of ensuring that he controlled each and every movement down here, he’d never once been in the passenger seat himself. He was gripped onto David’s arms now for dear life, his last chance of survival that he dared not to let go. Fingers digging in, near bruising the thin upper arms and teeth bared in a last act of defiance, but it’d do him no good, one good jab at his forearm and he would reel back enough to be secured into place.
“This has gone far enough!” he breathed ragged, surging the last of his reserves towards toppling David, but was it enough? He was feeling exhausted himself, pain and pleasure combined to make his head swim from time to time, the groping and the kissing, he could not help but feel his body respond accordingly and his arm was throbbing as hard as his cock, Julian closed his eyes at the searing burn of his wound, thumbed and stroked better only to be hurt again, it was getting too much to take, he was faltering again.. He wouldn’t give in easily, he couldn’t.. “Please.. “
**
To learn is to survive and David had truly learned quite a lot. He had learned from men of larger frames, women fragile of touch; taught by the hand that feeds, molded by the hand that strikes. What he wanted, he got not because he was famous or had a reputation instilled in the minds of many but, because he worked for it; he worked damn hard for it.
The metal hinges clicked and bound was the king of this deathly fortress; ensnared by the treacherous Duke that continued his assault. David pressed on, shimmying Julian’s awareness of his predicament to be with deep, passionate, starved kisses, caressing his engorged region, and lecherous tips, toying with Julian’s source of weakness. Little by little, he hooked his wrists over the nooses; pulling the end of each rope, an arm after the other, until such time that Julian was held against his will.
He broke the kiss, withdrawing with a sloppy transparency bridged between him and Julian’s lips. He panted for dear life; lungs imbued with toxins gasped desperately to neutralize. David stood before Julian with breath heavy as if in an asthmatic episode; shoulders endlessly rising and falling as fingers latched onto ropes extending to Julian’s wrist. With one hand controlling the height Julian’s wrists bound over his head.
Brows creased angrily at his miscalculated step as he could feel lips shudder in need of Julian’s venomous taste. “Please what?” He muttered through a pitched, raspy tone. “Tell me goddamn it!”Demanded the Duke; he wanted to know, he needed to know. What is that you want, Julian? What is that you hide so perfectly under that perfect mask? What is it that you crave for?
Out came a pair of leather gloves from his vest pocket; the very reason why he’d often cup belongings if they were still there for the leather accessory tend to push them out to fall. Slipping the accessory in one hand in an excruciatingly slow fashion; finger after finger, guided by crooked ivories as he waited for his response. Patience was his main frame but David would be lying if he was becoming ardent.
Slap.
Leather scrunched without warning; hard against Julian’s cheek. The mere sound causing David’s cock to twitch eagerly. “Please what?” David asked once more; his tone fuliginously provocative. A step forward, dropping the knot only to step on it to free his hand. He was close now yet again, a mere breath away from Julian’s face as he slipped on the other glove. He grabbed him by the jaw, forcing Julian to face him, “Daddy’s asking a question sweetheart, you best answer.” He cooed, teeth clenched with a menacing grin.
**
Julian had watched many struggle in this thing, it was quite a favorite of his to use because, well, ease of access and maximum exposure combined with limited movement and restricted options, he couldn’t get flailed at or kicked, or even bitten. So he was at once very still, leaning heavily and glad for only a brief moment of the straps holding him up. There was no use in fighting the contraption, it was designed to resist all attempts of escape, so he did not waste what little strength he had left in trying to free himself.
He calmly watched David draw back from him, both gathering their breath and struggling to stop their bodies from quaking with exhaustion. But there was not an entire element of utter helplessness here, Julian had picked up on David’s need to know, the same hunger for knowledge he himself possessed, which explained the lack of abandonment today. His lips pursed, tempted to spit but he could barely even swallow with his dry throat. “I need a drink of water,” came his snarky retort, purposefully not giving away anything David wanted to hear.
Heart still thumping in his throat, wound throbbing in time and eyes directly glaring at David’s lips, demanding more as his tongue snaked across his own, Julian saw the slap coming and braced, tensing up and closing his eyes tightly. Slowly opening his eyes, turning his fierce gaze back to David’s and then averted it away, his cheek stinging like crazy and he rather enjoyed the burn of it. A firm grip upon his jaw soon got Julian’s attention right back where it had been moments before, staring into eyes that were ice blue but heated like cold fire. He was tiring quickly, but he only offered David his silence. How far could he push this side of David now? Always working, even when he was unable to move, he could still fight back and frustrate.
Julian had asked for this to stop, but he had incensed David to a point beyond the ability to adhere. Not that Julian was complaining any, he was learning a great deal from this and he assumed David was, too. But he wasn’t going to be shaken by a mere slap to his face, oh no, it would take a lot more than that to get Julian to obey a command and submit to the claim of higher power. “Get me out of this thing!” Julian hissed through clenched teeth, lunging forwards but not getting very far, “you are onvery shaky ground, I promise you!”
Julian winced, his arm was really starting to hurt and cause him bother, it was exposed and visible, he was about ready to retch again at the mere thought of it. But he knew that he had stoked the flames of David’s fury so much, he would not listen to just any request. He choked back his pride, took a deep breath and looked at David’s eyes meaningfully. He wasn’t messing around, it was a genuine request and he hoped it would get through, because he was not comfortable. “Can I please have my bandage?” he asked in a quiet voice, “please.. I don’t want to.. “ He gulped and retched. “..to look at it!”
He sighed heavily, he knew what David was waiting for. “I want my bandage back on,” Julian spoke firmly, eyes locking with David’s once more, breath catching in his throat, “please Daddy.. “
**
Unsatisfied with Julian’s answer, the Duke was left with no choice than to oblige a polite request. His face clenched in irritation at but turned swiftly to the rope underneath his heel. Lowering it enough so his arm does not hang as much, he tied the end of the rope into the one of the pillars. With no bandages easily on sight, David turned to his sleeve and forced the fabric to tear. It did him well as he would be very well ventilated from this heated exchange. Approaching Julian once more, he dabbed the cloth over his scar, spun it securely and tucked a small knot on the side to keep it from falling off. “Now was that so hard, my pet?” Gods, did that drove him wild.
Hung onto the contraption with one hand supporting David’s leaning figure, now literally towering over Julian, a leather - gloved hand took hold of his jaw once more; now, rather gentle. Eyes examined Julian’s expression of weariness, seeking Julian’s face for any form or word to take back his initial answer. Truly, there was more that he wanted than having his exposed scar patched up, yes? David thought, getting even more agitated by Julian’s silence; brows creasing yet again as his upper lip felt a toothy assault. “Now what else?” Added the snake, covered thumb tracing Julian’s lips, rekindling that body - wracking sensation of being firmly pressed against them. “What else do you want Daddy to do, hmm?” He wanted to know; needed to know. Hecraved for him to say it.
The same hand slid past his lips, descending at a leisure’s pace down his neck, caressing every bit of flesh he could. Lips pursed into a silent “oh” as fingertips met the barricade of buttons that concealed that delectable flesh. Hopping off where he dangled, he turned to the desk full of blades; knives, daggers, razors, the lot. Dainty running his fingers along the wide array of toys, he picked up quant dagger; blade down onto the surface, dragged as he walked back to his prey. Delighted to see a thin trail of its proud sharpness, David brought the blade right under Julian’s neck. “What does dear, dear, dear, Julian want, hmm…? And very carefully, David ran the blade down along Julian’s shirt, prying each button open as it tore the fabric with a precise cut in half.
Satisfied with the now bare torso, David rammed the blade mere inches from Julian’s face without warning just as his lips found his post haste. Though this time, he waited not for Julian’s response; lips fell without coordination; onto corners of his lips, cheeks, chin, and down hotly onto his neck. Gloved hands roamed over his chest, briefly acknowledging Julian’s nipples with a firm brush of the palms; further down it went, busied as he unbuckled the man’s belt, impatiently anxious to reveal the robust prize.
In one tug, the belt came off; buckle clanked onto the concrete floor; an eager hand claimed its prize. David hissed and genuinely moaned in a sultry fashion, almost lost with awe as he slouched against Julian’s bare torso. “Fuck.” He whispered.
**
His face is pained, watching with almost pleading eyes as David relents and tears his own shirt to show Julian a sliver of heart. It is not mocked, Julian exhales long and loud, visibly relieved by the simple action of covering the eye-sore. He felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders, he very nearly sagged but his arm hurt too much to put a lot of pressure onto it. “No daddy,” he said quietly, “thank you.” Julian knew how to appease and get what he wanted most, he’d demanded it of his own pets often enough, he wasn’t stupid.
The gentler grasp upon his jaw did nothing to make him want to say anything more, though he was alert and attentive enough to note the flicker in David’s expression, however brief, making sure that Julian was actually alright. He tried to pull away by moving his head, knowing that if the positions were reversed, David would not be getting the same concern from Julian. Once he got started, Julian just sort of went into this state of calmed frenzy, determined to produce results, no matter what.
The thumb caressed his lips and Julian flicked out his tongue just once, rewarded with that warm body now pressing firmly against his own. Still he refused to answer, knowing that if he did, his tiny hold on the last ounce of control he had would be gone. He tensed as David began to run his fingers down over his neck, eyes following as the knife was brought over. His hands clenched into fists as he heard the ripping sound, it was one of his nicest shirts and he was most displeased at having it ruined beyond repair.
The blade was suddenly and shockingly mere inches from his face, his chest rose and fell quickly with heavy breaths. “Cunt!” Julian spat, eyes wild and lips peeled back to reveal his teeth. He growled as the kisses and touches made him feel very warm all over again, low groans of impatience fueling his erection that raged furiously by now. Julian felt David whisk away his belt, breath catching in his throat as his pants slowly slid away and those long, slender digits curled around his cock at last. The slump was not missed by Julian, who moaned loudly at the gentle grasp upon his erection.
He was aware of David’s whisper, the predicament David put himself in just now was quite delicious. “I think we’ve had enough,” Julian spoke as if to end the scene, then he took a deep breath and reared back his head, growling in frustration quite loudly, then he lowered his head slowly and offered a defeated sigh. Alright then, if that’s what he wanted, in exchange for his bandage, Julian lifted his gaze once more to seek David’s. “Please Daddy,” he spoke with breathless passion, a need in his tone of voice, fearfully wide eyes as if David might refuse his request this time, “I want.. I want you tofuck me. Hard. Merciless. Make me collapse to the floor.. Own me.” Teeth clenched by now, humiliated beyond his own own belief, his head hung low, unable to look David in the eyes for admitting his guilty desire aloud at last.
“Damn you.. ”
**
Prayers fell naught to the self - proclaimed god and his ears; it is to be granted post - haste but with caution. The Duke was in euphoria; lost at the pious sensation of the great Priapus tangled within his grasp; such a devout, sinful device that made his body quake with lust and a gluttonous sense of greed to haul the man off his chains and ravage him senseless. A whiff of his scent as Julian tittered, still bound by the Duke’s doing, elicited a silenced groan of need to comply.
Mismatched orbs resurfaced from the darkness that summoned them at the nefarious snarl that slipped through lips savory. He listened with great intent, all else deafened from his auditory peripherals but Julian’s demand; such sweet, chorus of immoral propensity! Such vulgar, lecherous needs; delicious. Thoughts poured, gushed through muffled groans as his found sought his need; both, now busy stroking with intense tempo until such that he could no longer bare towait. His own impatience infuriated him; how he now had succumbed to Julian’s demise of lack of patience was unruly. But woe is sweet sin?
Gone was the weight on the knot that held Julian’s binds. The loud zip that announced Julian’s freedom was joined with the Duke’s loud, sharp, intake of breath; caution aforementioned, the hinges remained lock around Julian’s ankles. Cock, rock hard; twitching to deliver Julian’srequest.
With not a minute or second to waste, David slipped his hand under Julian’s shoulder, grabbing a thick set of hair, exposing his neck. Lips followed, humming, nipping, gently biting onto flesh bare; tongue, coy, flickering over the jaunting apple of his. Brief, concise, calculated; the tip of his boot hooked over the counter’s leg. Thankful for its wheels, he drew it close; regrettably separating their united bodies.
“Down.” Commanded the Duke through teeth gritted, guiding Julian to bend over the desk in front of him. Light on his feet, David climbed the counter, not wanting to waste any more time to circle around for access. He hopped off, right beside Julian; taking hold of his throbbing, lusting erection. Stroking himself from base to head as precum generously readied him for entry. “
**
Julian sighs wearily as his hands finally come down from over his head, his first instinct is to tug and pull at the makeshift bandage, a vice of sorts, something needed and yearned for, now he was calmer at least but it didn’t last long as his hair was pulled and his head tilted to one side. “Daddy!” he growled viciously, teeth bared and angry but not moving to try and harm the well deserved victor. Julian would not keep David from claiming him, hums of pleasure muffled by his hand clamped over his own mouth, not wanting to utter another sound.
He grunted, obediently going down over the counter and closing his eyes, he knows he is completely exposed now and at David’s mercy, unable to do a damned thing about it or even stop it even if he wanted to. Eyes slowly open when nothing happens at first, catching movement and he turned his head, watching David starting to stroke himself slick and wet. Julian kept his hand firmly over his mouth, determined not to make anymore noise to further boost David’s ego.
Impatience was key however and Julian wasn’t waiting for anything or anyone, eyes flashing as they met with David’s, anger perhaps? No, just wanting. Needing. The last thing Julian needed in his life was a new vice, but David was quickly becoming something he might use as a kind of support beam from time to time, His tone softened, Julian slowly and carefully removes his hand. “I need you now, daddy,” he spoke deeply, inviting and warm, “show me.. show me I’m yours.” He hitches a breath in his throat, why does he need to feel this way? This yearning to be controlled, to be put in his place? To be told he wasn’t worthless? He didn’t care! Yet.. Somewhere deep inside, he was only human after all.. “Please, daddy,” Julian turned red with embarrassment, “fuck me and.. and tell me I’m a good man.. please.. please?“
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