Internship (page 7)
This is a role play, not written by me in any way, shape or form. A friend of mine has requested that it be documented and this RP does not belong to me at all. I will leave it here until such time as the story is transferred elsewhere, then it will be deleted. DO NOT COPY ANY OF THIS FOR YOUR OWN.
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David swallowed hard, feeling the lump of anticipation descend into pride and gratitude. There he now was; a triumphant victor ready to conquer the now broken fortress. Lips had gone dry; simply thirsty to inflict his decree upon his new property that now begged to be claimed. Lascivious thoughts burned, heavily etched on all corners of David’s mind. Still better than pizza; David thought to himself, a soft chuckle at how bad that was.
The Duke’s hands were drawn to Julian’s cheeks; palms warm over his plump rear, fondling the perfectly shaped muscles. Tongue peered to bask in the glory of what his hands had stumbled upon. Taking hold of his cock yet again only to slap himself against Julian’s buttocks. Eyes rolling to the heavens as his wrist guided the head between the lush mounts, prodding in trespass. He’d have to be very gentle; the roughness had elapsed and a fainting Julian out of exhaustion would not bode well for them both.
Hips bucked against Julian’s rear, stimulating the hidden orifice with his head. Seconds of careful, well - angled aim before he slid himself in; gentle, slow, but rough. “Nn… Fuck, Julian you’re tight.”He’d dare not to stop; groaning in pleasure as Julian’s walls tightly embraced girth. Half in, David paused to regain breath and a brief slap to reality that this monster beneath him brought his body immense pleasure. “G…Good.” The Duke gulped, barely able to make words from voice dry, “Good, good, boy.” Came the struggling compliment, further forcing himself all the way in a swift, abrupt thrust.
He lowered himself onto Julian’s back, palms on the counter. Tongue hovering over the small of Julian’s back; circling in an uncoordinated manner, tracing his spine in between hot smacks of the lips. Hips began to move as if on their own accord, thrusting, bucking, gradually gaining momentum. Sweat trickled off his temple, damp over Julian’s frame. He hissed, grunted, moaned, teeth nipped lightly over his shoulder before breathing hotly over the back of Julian’s neck; inhaling sharply to nullify himself of the sweet musk that is Julian Priest. “Such a naughty, naughty,naughty angel.” He purred, rubbing his face over the side of Julian’s neck, coyly reaching for his earlobe with that devious tongue of his. Whispering darkly, David mused, “Daddy’s gonna fuck you dead.”
**
The waiting, it was the waiting that was burning his face more than anything else in those few moments, fearful and needing it to just be over with. Self detrimental thoughts had plauged Julian’s mind for a while now, since his last attempt to reach someone, anyone, had resulted in utter public scorn and rejection. What was the word they’d used to describe him.. Disease? It certainly rang a bell or two. He didn’t care, it was the failure that got to him first and foremost, the name calling fell upon deaf ears as far as he gave a fuck about what people thought of him. But deep down, buried under it all, somewhere.. it did hurt.
Not a lot, not enough to make him whine and complain about it. Julian threw himself into his work, it was everything to him, his artwork was, his proudest and most heart swelling displays. Unappreciated, that’s what finally drove him into despairing thoughts of creating something so amazing, so blunt and outright shocking, they would have to appreciate it then, wouldn’t they? Julian had distracted himself for a while, but those thoughts continued to creep up on him and drive him deeper into the murky depths of utter desolation.
Brought out of those dire thoughts now, his main reason for never wanting to be still or not busy doing something, silence and idle hands allowed for bad thoughts to be contemplated and dig at him until he was digging at himself, wounded and bleeding, unable to stop it until he found something else to take his mind off it. Hands now fondled his rear, Julian closed his eyes and clenched his teeth to bite back a groan of pleasure, perspiration of fear trickling down his chest and back. Julian feared nothing, he was afraid of nobody, not even a gun placed to his forehead would have been able to rattle him too much.
But he was not in his position of control, he was helpless and exhausted, tormented by demons too strong for him to tackle alone, his endurance waned with each passing day while they only seemed to get stronger and louder in his mind. He felt the clamped metal around his ankles, keeping him in place as he gripped the cabinet to his chest tightly, resting his hot cheek on the cool surface and rolling his eyes closed to endure his punishment, which was oddly his reward at the same time. He was being rewarded with a punishment, one could only get away with murder so often before one internally desired to be caught and punished for one’s crimes.
He sighed softly as he felt the rock hard erection slap against his rear, those wonderful hands parting the way and allowing for the demand to finally be met. Lips peeled back to reveal his teeth, clenched and bared as if in aggression, Julian sucked in a hiss at the initial sting and burning sensation. He hadn’t ever felt anything like this before and his first reaction was to gag and balk at the uncomfortable and full feeling inside of him. He felt his mouth wet with saliva, as was normal when one was feeling like throwing up and he gulped it back, eyes stinging in response.
“I know, daddy.. “ he gasped, breathing heavily and trying damn hard to relax his tension, it’d be easier for David to get in if Julian wasn’t so tense, “I-I’ve never been fucked before.” Perhaps not, but he knew how it was done and what was required and expected of him. Just because the roles were reversed for the first time in his life, didn’t mean he was completely unawares of the process.
Julian opened his eyes, panting as David pushed further in and he grunted in response to the stretching and throbbing inside of him. The words of praise met with eager ears, fingernails scraping the metal of the cabinet as hands clawed like talons with the effort not to react outwardly but a compliment given was expected to be followed by gratitude. “Thank you, daddy,” he rasped breathlessly, grunting softly with each thrust and taking deep, shaking breaths in between. Julian’s eyes were either downcast in shame and humiliation, or rolled skyward with the intense pleasure of now being leaned down onto, pressed against and held into place by the firm, light weight of his captor.
Julian hummed and moaned weakly, his strength almost vanquished as he felt that hot, wet muscle gliding over his back, moist with perspiration and saliva. He’d never been treated to such things before, nothing slow and pleasurable as David was being. It was always him doing the teasing, tormenting his lovers with toys and whips, only tending to himself in the end by either fucking them or making them suck him if he trusted them enough not to bite him. The thrusts into him got faster and harder, Julian almost heaved again and his saliva trailed to the floor, lips parted and quivering with the effort to gulp it back again.
Teeth nipping his shoulderblades and hot breath upon his neck, Julian’s moan was a quaking one on the verge of a complete surrender, his body visibly relaxing now, acceptance and submission, making for a much easier time of David’s generously sized cock to bury into him balls deep without further complaint from Julian’s body nor his lips. Alright, you win, I can’t fight anymore. Julian stopped resisting, his lax body only moving with the force and the power of David’s thrusts, soon met with Julian’s own as he began to push back and roll his own hips, reaching down slowly to grasp himself, no longer withholding the sounds emerging unabashedly from deep in his throat, desperate pleading groans and gasps audible, exploding from his parted lips as offerings to the god that swayed above him.
“Hnnh,” almost a whimper, low and pleading, “fucking HELL!!” Julian inclined his head, giving free access to his ear and panting loudly, more saliva now evident and drooling from his quivering lips. Eyes shut tight, he has lost the battle he’d started and he must face the consequences. “Yesss, do it,” he hissed and uttered a long, low moan, his mind swirling as he began to stroke himself, squeezing the head of his cock into his palm, “please daddy, fuck me senseless!”
“Let me die.. “
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The more Julian tensed, the more David felt deliriously sedated with heavenly satisfaction. The more Julian responded, the more proud he consummates his godly verdict; thrusting with every ounce of strength left in his now frail body. Ears greatly welcomed Julian’s vulgarities and prayers, hips propelled onto Julian’s with mad speed, hands bracing the counter, right beside Julian’s own; fingers hungrily seeking comfort in the other’s own. Slender digits laced like star - crossed lovers under the pale moonlight as their body rocked in union, both subdued to their inner most desires.
His cock pulsated inside Julian, throbbing and thumping with each shove in a rhythmic alternate of impeccable speed and savory slow.
Driven further into insanity as Julian begged, pleaded and mourned for his demise; the Duke continued his assault, his grip over Julian’s fingers braced onto the counter had gotten even more firm as his sweat hurried along David’s pale chest, sucking the fabric into a warm, moist embrace. His knees wobbled every now and then, adding weight to Julian but quickly hoisting himself to proper as to not inflict unnecessary pain to the exhausted elder.
The Duke wailed; a chorus of heavy grunting and stifled moans of praise of what Julian’s body delivered him. “Nn.. Fuck Julian, you’re so fucking tight.” His voice was now completely dry despite his salivating mouth that heeded want and need in a single, hard, thrust. In spite of the pleasurable event, David considered Julian neither prey nor pet; to David, this man was beyond. He is an artist such as he; an artist whose work is either shunned or misunderstood. A man broken and driven to such heights of unknown pain or misery or any intense emotion to be as cold, heartless and relenting as he had been hours ago; a man who wears a masks with impeccable skill that it is accepted as his nature but not accepted as a man. A man quite - like him; broken, struggling, but constantly fighting.
Julian Priest. Julian Priest. Julian Priest. He had heard of this name from vile words of mouth;scandalous rumors pertaining to his works of art. He knew who this man was, but never had he laid eyes on the face behind the name. The thought made him smile; no, not any menacing grin or devious snarl. Just a simple, sweet, calm smile.
“Sh…Shit. I’m… I’m F… I’m..” David struggled to make words gush from lips dry. David’s hands hurried to grab hold of Julian’s hips as he continued to shove himself against Julian’s. His chest rose and fall, feeling himself boil as the dreaded release nears. “Fuck, my baby, Daddy’s gonna cum!” The Duke announced; conflicted as to further defile this sinful mortal underneath him or withdraw and stalk another day.
One hand shifted to Julian’s back as his cock had once more pulsated from base to shaft; pulling himself out quickly but gentle. Concrete stained white as do did Julian’s thighs and David’s pitch black pants. Almost wheezing to nullify his now irregularly pumping lungs that desperately yearned for air, he tittered backwards but managed to regain footing as his back felt the hard comfort of karma; another metal drawer counter. “Shit.” He groaned, this time in pain.
He pushed himself up, removing his one - sleeved shirt and exposing himself to the most desired coldness. Approaching Julian’s spent bodice, still bent; he kicked the hinges open and hurried to grab Julian off the desk, slinging Julian’s arm over his shoulders. He wouldn’t be able to carry him at this point, but he surely would try his luck. He dragged his shirt over Julian’s bare chest should he feel cold as anything metallic tend to absorb the cold and the heat easily.
Heaving a deep breath, David was rather thankful to have spotted a nifty looking surface to lay upon. Dragging their exhausted bodies towards the heavy drapes, bracing the wall and allowing his side to receive the beating of the hard surface, mindful of further draining Julian’s strength completely, David pulled the curtains off and was rewarded with a four - post bed. “You’re tooprecious to die, my love.” David mused in a delicate and affectionate whisper, kissing the man’s temple before assisting him to mount the bed.
**
The room was spinning, Julian shut his eyes tightly, desire filled his chest and buzzed right down to his toes, waiting to welcome the darkness but it was slow to heed his call. Julian was mindful of his fingers and hands, he needed them, they were as precious to him as his life’s breath on a good day, so he tried not to claw too furiously at the metal for fear of it cutting into his flesh. The throbbing inside of him was driving him into a euphoric whiteout of bliss, the half formed words sputtering from David’s mouth fueling him as he succumbed to the blankness, his hips jolting back and forth, legs shaking as he felt the hot streams both in his hand and over the back of his thighs.
“God, yes! Cum on me, daddy!” Julian managed to mewl and his face flared up with bright red undertones, sweat drenching his captor’s clothes and he wasn’t in the least bit apologetic for that, “uhh - I.. I’m cumming f-for you, so.. so fucking, argh! Hard! Daddy! I.. I.. Argh!“
Head thrown back, tilted in a way for David to be able to consider the mask removed and a painted picture of climax etched itself on his captive’s face, the revealed expression of pure and unabatedrelease. Julian spat David’s name amidst a slew of venemous curse words, breathless and not all the words completed, he was completely and utterly spent.
His ankles unbound, Julian was still in that out of mind state of serenity, cock twitching to finish it’s powerful release onto the floor and cabinet, further soiling the front of his thighs and his hand, fingers slick with white and the heady scent of sex musk, thick in the air close to where he now felt to slump and just give in to the wave of dizziness that threatened to whirl him into the cold blanket of forever rest. He didn’t want to be saved, but Julian could not fight as he was suddenly dragged up and hauled across the room, familiar softness welcomed by his shivering body, hot and yet shuddering as though feverish.
Julian was just coming down from the mind numbing high, grasping onto silken sheets instinctively and climbing shakily onto the bed, ragged breathing returning as he finally slumped and gasped for air, gulping to sate his dry throat and letting his eyes roll, lids dropping down over them as if blinds being drawn for the night, his breathing slowing and deepening to signal he was falling into unconsciousness without even trying to resist it and just one, single, salty track of wetness trickled down his left cheek from his eye and onto the bedcovers below.
Just the one teardrop, in gratitude, of relief. A pressure cooker of pent up desire to be taken down, fight after fight he has won and worn himself down like the title champion that he was, bored, unconquered, unmastered, undefeated at all - until now. He deserved it, he craved it and had secretly demanded it for so long, now he’d been given a taste of his own and it filled him with a peaceful calm inside. The storm abated, the rumbling volcano appeased, Julian could now finally rest. It was over.
It was finally over.
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It would be an overstatement if one would call David a nymphomaniac for his gluttonous sexual need to sate himself vindication; it wasn’t an addiction unlike cocaine and heroin, it was more of a need to feel loved and someone be loved in return. Nights with both familiar and unfamiliar faces to keep himself busy once the curtain calls; nights of whimsical rendezvous filling his heart with fantasies, all the while ridding himself of the tormented reality he is to face once the sun casts its vicious rays of false hope. The very reason why he has a significant disliking towards the sun; it benefits most, but selfishly, not him. Not him; not them.
David has been used to this kind set up; flirting and fucking. Flirting until one of them cracks and ends up begging for a godly fuck that meant nothing more than shoving his cock into any orifice - carrying human being. It didn’t matter who it was, where it was, when it was; they ask and he simply is very generous to oblige. Again, it was nothing more than a good fuck; this, however, was quite different.
The Duke knew how to break people effortlessly; he could read through pretentious eyes, deceitful tongues and tug through strings at ease. He had been flirting and fucking for god knows how many years it had become quite pointless. At times others wouldn’t even realize he was faking it. A funny thought. But this, this was gold; this, he had to stalk. He had to watch intently, study, mask fear with strength and humor, hide behind the shadows waiting for the opportune moment to strike head - on with a much deadlier prey. A prey that would perhaps best him if given the chance; in fact, best him if unleashed. But that time will come and he, the omnipotent Duke, would preside over when the leash comes on or off. David wanted Julian; craved like an endangered ocelot fit to be domesticated. He craved for him; needed him; desired him; Loved him.
He watched Julian climb weakly onto the bed as his diluted form leaned onto a convenient post for support. How tempting it was to slide right by his side, pull him close and mark Julian his own, but unless Julian commands it so; it will not be done. That, to David, was trust, respect, love and possibly devotion.
As Julian’s cheek glistened with an unexpected visitor, it made his heart swell and wonder; was it joy? Was it pain? Was it sadness that brought such an unsetting tear? Had he wronged Julian? Did he not like it? Question upon questions followed; meriting his brows a sudden kiss in thought. Fingers sought the drawers but found nothing. Bracing the wall and any surface he could with his hands, he paced with a heavy breath, scouring the room. He stumbled upon a small fridge that surprisingly contained nothing more than a single bottle of water; half empty, or to most, half full.
He grabbed the bottle and stammered, nearly tripping over a leather whip neatly rolled on the floor. Though he didn’t fall, his hand met the counter as he approached the bed, thus causing him to curse quite loudly and hiss after; knuckles sore and flamed red, David suckled onto the joint in an attempt to assuage the bone - wracking pain that pretty much provided him spare energy to stay awake for at least a few more minutes.
One knee on the bed, David, in his careful touch, motioned Julian to sit against the headboard or at least incline to avoid drowning himself as he brought the bottled water close. “Here.” David, too, was thirsty, but he could tell Julian was close to knocking out. “You need it more than I, love.”
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Something disturbed his descent into the whirling black sea, tinged with dark blue hues and red tips, head throbbing and eyes protesting, Julian became groggily aware of his surroundings after having just about reached the state of perhaps no return. But what was that noise? It had jolted him out of his dreamy fog, head remaining on the covers as eyes lifted to see David, sucking on his knuckle.Whatever for?
Julian sighed and closed his eyes, it felt like only a moment had passed when he was being encouraged to get up and recline into the pillows, his weary limbs heavy and head almost lolling, Julian’s chest rose and fell with great gulping breaths, his heart suddenly pounding as one who has been too quickly woken from a most deep sleep. He was disoriented, barely aware of the thing pressing gently to his mouth and he turned away at first, murmuring a soft plea for no further punishment. He just needed to slip away, why was that so hard to understand?
One arm raised, swatting, defiant as it struck out to hit something nearby and a jolt of pain coursed through his body to spit a sharp “FUCK!” from his lips, senses coming around at last and he could smell the water, throat parched, he finally understands and accepts the offer, gulping as if starved for it but turning away after only swallowing perhaps half of what was left. He didn’t want it anymore, he felt foolish for having taken it in the first place, for now it woke him more into the reality that he was still here, still breathing, still .. No. Julian lifts his eyes to meet with David’s. Not broken. He thought he was being broken but he’d already been that, this was different. He felt.. Strangely calm.
Eyes questioning, mind slowly catching up with his thoughts and the situation left behind, the dust settling to reveal the aftermath of lost inhibitions.
Why? he wondered silently in his own thoughts, why do you care? I would have killed you..
“Get away from me!” he spat, vicious, biting, venomous. Breath hitched in his throat, stifling what was an obviously repressed sob. He was verbally pushing David away, though at the same moment, his hand was sliding towards the other, slowly approaching David along the sheets with fingers splayed open.
It was a defense mechanism, Julian felt as though caught and wounded, trapped in a corner and puffing up to try to intimidate his aggressor. He thinks David is going to boast of this to everyone, he is panicking, not thinking straight in his desire to cause his own demise this night. Dark blue eyes wild and yet, somewhat pleading and apologetic for what he has just said and for what he is about to say next.
“Leave me alone!”
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And that? He was used to it too. He was used to being shunned and questioned; thrown off to the blood - sucking avant-garde society and their pretentious glamour of lies. Fed to the starved hypocrites that claim knowledge and comprehension of his work and overall existence, this was no new thing. David’s life is a riot; both in the business and press sense, as well as the covers that lay after being the Thin White Duke. Junkies sober as they crash, drunken partners weeping over former lovers and forgotten promises, love and its shitty constituents, all of which lead to one possible cause; vulnerability, truth, honesty. The purest form of any man or woman; failure.
Same old song and dance; just like the rest of the world. Just like him. Oh, how just like him.
It was the Duke’s turn to cast the shadow of silence; oppressive but required. David in his usual stoic but tired face, sighed at the familiar display of outburst; he wondered if Julian truly meant and wanted him to leave but his eyes, oh god those beautiful eyes, said otherwise. Eyes pleading to be kissed to sleep, eyes needed to be stained white with love and affection; eyes needing. It was a bittersweet Julian before him; a defeated, poignant work of art that yearned to be hung and adorned for the world to see. A magnificent work of art whose insecurities amplify his splendor even more so.
A soft, shy smile traced David’s lips as he sighed almost dreamily. It was a painful reminder that David, despite his many changes, remains still the insignificant boy that painted walls for a buck; nothing more than a horny fuck who can sing, barely dance, write and play music that everyone hardly appreciates and understands. It bruised him; such harsh words from someone so fragile, soprecious.
Lowering himself to place upon a kiss chaste, passionate, devoted, sorry, and almost pleading; an apology for sort masked only by a coy yet, bitter smile as he pulled free of the shy gift. Fingers that shook in fear and sadness eased Julian’s cheek; tone dry and meek, David whispered, “You’re cute when you do that.”
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David swallowed hard, feeling the lump of anticipation descend into pride and gratitude. There he now was; a triumphant victor ready to conquer the now broken fortress. Lips had gone dry; simply thirsty to inflict his decree upon his new property that now begged to be claimed. Lascivious thoughts burned, heavily etched on all corners of David’s mind. Still better than pizza; David thought to himself, a soft chuckle at how bad that was.
The Duke’s hands were drawn to Julian’s cheeks; palms warm over his plump rear, fondling the perfectly shaped muscles. Tongue peered to bask in the glory of what his hands had stumbled upon. Taking hold of his cock yet again only to slap himself against Julian’s buttocks. Eyes rolling to the heavens as his wrist guided the head between the lush mounts, prodding in trespass. He’d have to be very gentle; the roughness had elapsed and a fainting Julian out of exhaustion would not bode well for them both.
Hips bucked against Julian’s rear, stimulating the hidden orifice with his head. Seconds of careful, well - angled aim before he slid himself in; gentle, slow, but rough. “Nn… Fuck, Julian you’re tight.”He’d dare not to stop; groaning in pleasure as Julian’s walls tightly embraced girth. Half in, David paused to regain breath and a brief slap to reality that this monster beneath him brought his body immense pleasure. “G…Good.” The Duke gulped, barely able to make words from voice dry, “Good, good, boy.” Came the struggling compliment, further forcing himself all the way in a swift, abrupt thrust.
He lowered himself onto Julian’s back, palms on the counter. Tongue hovering over the small of Julian’s back; circling in an uncoordinated manner, tracing his spine in between hot smacks of the lips. Hips began to move as if on their own accord, thrusting, bucking, gradually gaining momentum. Sweat trickled off his temple, damp over Julian’s frame. He hissed, grunted, moaned, teeth nipped lightly over his shoulder before breathing hotly over the back of Julian’s neck; inhaling sharply to nullify himself of the sweet musk that is Julian Priest. “Such a naughty, naughty,naughty angel.” He purred, rubbing his face over the side of Julian’s neck, coyly reaching for his earlobe with that devious tongue of his. Whispering darkly, David mused, “Daddy’s gonna fuck you dead.”
**
The waiting, it was the waiting that was burning his face more than anything else in those few moments, fearful and needing it to just be over with. Self detrimental thoughts had plauged Julian’s mind for a while now, since his last attempt to reach someone, anyone, had resulted in utter public scorn and rejection. What was the word they’d used to describe him.. Disease? It certainly rang a bell or two. He didn’t care, it was the failure that got to him first and foremost, the name calling fell upon deaf ears as far as he gave a fuck about what people thought of him. But deep down, buried under it all, somewhere.. it did hurt.
Not a lot, not enough to make him whine and complain about it. Julian threw himself into his work, it was everything to him, his artwork was, his proudest and most heart swelling displays. Unappreciated, that’s what finally drove him into despairing thoughts of creating something so amazing, so blunt and outright shocking, they would have to appreciate it then, wouldn’t they? Julian had distracted himself for a while, but those thoughts continued to creep up on him and drive him deeper into the murky depths of utter desolation.
Brought out of those dire thoughts now, his main reason for never wanting to be still or not busy doing something, silence and idle hands allowed for bad thoughts to be contemplated and dig at him until he was digging at himself, wounded and bleeding, unable to stop it until he found something else to take his mind off it. Hands now fondled his rear, Julian closed his eyes and clenched his teeth to bite back a groan of pleasure, perspiration of fear trickling down his chest and back. Julian feared nothing, he was afraid of nobody, not even a gun placed to his forehead would have been able to rattle him too much.
But he was not in his position of control, he was helpless and exhausted, tormented by demons too strong for him to tackle alone, his endurance waned with each passing day while they only seemed to get stronger and louder in his mind. He felt the clamped metal around his ankles, keeping him in place as he gripped the cabinet to his chest tightly, resting his hot cheek on the cool surface and rolling his eyes closed to endure his punishment, which was oddly his reward at the same time. He was being rewarded with a punishment, one could only get away with murder so often before one internally desired to be caught and punished for one’s crimes.
He sighed softly as he felt the rock hard erection slap against his rear, those wonderful hands parting the way and allowing for the demand to finally be met. Lips peeled back to reveal his teeth, clenched and bared as if in aggression, Julian sucked in a hiss at the initial sting and burning sensation. He hadn’t ever felt anything like this before and his first reaction was to gag and balk at the uncomfortable and full feeling inside of him. He felt his mouth wet with saliva, as was normal when one was feeling like throwing up and he gulped it back, eyes stinging in response.
“I know, daddy.. “ he gasped, breathing heavily and trying damn hard to relax his tension, it’d be easier for David to get in if Julian wasn’t so tense, “I-I’ve never been fucked before.” Perhaps not, but he knew how it was done and what was required and expected of him. Just because the roles were reversed for the first time in his life, didn’t mean he was completely unawares of the process.
Julian opened his eyes, panting as David pushed further in and he grunted in response to the stretching and throbbing inside of him. The words of praise met with eager ears, fingernails scraping the metal of the cabinet as hands clawed like talons with the effort not to react outwardly but a compliment given was expected to be followed by gratitude. “Thank you, daddy,” he rasped breathlessly, grunting softly with each thrust and taking deep, shaking breaths in between. Julian’s eyes were either downcast in shame and humiliation, or rolled skyward with the intense pleasure of now being leaned down onto, pressed against and held into place by the firm, light weight of his captor.
Julian hummed and moaned weakly, his strength almost vanquished as he felt that hot, wet muscle gliding over his back, moist with perspiration and saliva. He’d never been treated to such things before, nothing slow and pleasurable as David was being. It was always him doing the teasing, tormenting his lovers with toys and whips, only tending to himself in the end by either fucking them or making them suck him if he trusted them enough not to bite him. The thrusts into him got faster and harder, Julian almost heaved again and his saliva trailed to the floor, lips parted and quivering with the effort to gulp it back again.
Teeth nipping his shoulderblades and hot breath upon his neck, Julian’s moan was a quaking one on the verge of a complete surrender, his body visibly relaxing now, acceptance and submission, making for a much easier time of David’s generously sized cock to bury into him balls deep without further complaint from Julian’s body nor his lips. Alright, you win, I can’t fight anymore. Julian stopped resisting, his lax body only moving with the force and the power of David’s thrusts, soon met with Julian’s own as he began to push back and roll his own hips, reaching down slowly to grasp himself, no longer withholding the sounds emerging unabashedly from deep in his throat, desperate pleading groans and gasps audible, exploding from his parted lips as offerings to the god that swayed above him.
“Hnnh,” almost a whimper, low and pleading, “fucking HELL!!” Julian inclined his head, giving free access to his ear and panting loudly, more saliva now evident and drooling from his quivering lips. Eyes shut tight, he has lost the battle he’d started and he must face the consequences. “Yesss, do it,” he hissed and uttered a long, low moan, his mind swirling as he began to stroke himself, squeezing the head of his cock into his palm, “please daddy, fuck me senseless!”
“Let me die.. “
**
The more Julian tensed, the more David felt deliriously sedated with heavenly satisfaction. The more Julian responded, the more proud he consummates his godly verdict; thrusting with every ounce of strength left in his now frail body. Ears greatly welcomed Julian’s vulgarities and prayers, hips propelled onto Julian’s with mad speed, hands bracing the counter, right beside Julian’s own; fingers hungrily seeking comfort in the other’s own. Slender digits laced like star - crossed lovers under the pale moonlight as their body rocked in union, both subdued to their inner most desires.
His cock pulsated inside Julian, throbbing and thumping with each shove in a rhythmic alternate of impeccable speed and savory slow.
Driven further into insanity as Julian begged, pleaded and mourned for his demise; the Duke continued his assault, his grip over Julian’s fingers braced onto the counter had gotten even more firm as his sweat hurried along David’s pale chest, sucking the fabric into a warm, moist embrace. His knees wobbled every now and then, adding weight to Julian but quickly hoisting himself to proper as to not inflict unnecessary pain to the exhausted elder.
The Duke wailed; a chorus of heavy grunting and stifled moans of praise of what Julian’s body delivered him. “Nn.. Fuck Julian, you’re so fucking tight.” His voice was now completely dry despite his salivating mouth that heeded want and need in a single, hard, thrust. In spite of the pleasurable event, David considered Julian neither prey nor pet; to David, this man was beyond. He is an artist such as he; an artist whose work is either shunned or misunderstood. A man broken and driven to such heights of unknown pain or misery or any intense emotion to be as cold, heartless and relenting as he had been hours ago; a man who wears a masks with impeccable skill that it is accepted as his nature but not accepted as a man. A man quite - like him; broken, struggling, but constantly fighting.
Julian Priest. Julian Priest. Julian Priest. He had heard of this name from vile words of mouth;scandalous rumors pertaining to his works of art. He knew who this man was, but never had he laid eyes on the face behind the name. The thought made him smile; no, not any menacing grin or devious snarl. Just a simple, sweet, calm smile.
“Sh…Shit. I’m… I’m F… I’m..” David struggled to make words gush from lips dry. David’s hands hurried to grab hold of Julian’s hips as he continued to shove himself against Julian’s. His chest rose and fall, feeling himself boil as the dreaded release nears. “Fuck, my baby, Daddy’s gonna cum!” The Duke announced; conflicted as to further defile this sinful mortal underneath him or withdraw and stalk another day.
One hand shifted to Julian’s back as his cock had once more pulsated from base to shaft; pulling himself out quickly but gentle. Concrete stained white as do did Julian’s thighs and David’s pitch black pants. Almost wheezing to nullify his now irregularly pumping lungs that desperately yearned for air, he tittered backwards but managed to regain footing as his back felt the hard comfort of karma; another metal drawer counter. “Shit.” He groaned, this time in pain.
He pushed himself up, removing his one - sleeved shirt and exposing himself to the most desired coldness. Approaching Julian’s spent bodice, still bent; he kicked the hinges open and hurried to grab Julian off the desk, slinging Julian’s arm over his shoulders. He wouldn’t be able to carry him at this point, but he surely would try his luck. He dragged his shirt over Julian’s bare chest should he feel cold as anything metallic tend to absorb the cold and the heat easily.
Heaving a deep breath, David was rather thankful to have spotted a nifty looking surface to lay upon. Dragging their exhausted bodies towards the heavy drapes, bracing the wall and allowing his side to receive the beating of the hard surface, mindful of further draining Julian’s strength completely, David pulled the curtains off and was rewarded with a four - post bed. “You’re tooprecious to die, my love.” David mused in a delicate and affectionate whisper, kissing the man’s temple before assisting him to mount the bed.
**
The room was spinning, Julian shut his eyes tightly, desire filled his chest and buzzed right down to his toes, waiting to welcome the darkness but it was slow to heed his call. Julian was mindful of his fingers and hands, he needed them, they were as precious to him as his life’s breath on a good day, so he tried not to claw too furiously at the metal for fear of it cutting into his flesh. The throbbing inside of him was driving him into a euphoric whiteout of bliss, the half formed words sputtering from David’s mouth fueling him as he succumbed to the blankness, his hips jolting back and forth, legs shaking as he felt the hot streams both in his hand and over the back of his thighs.
“God, yes! Cum on me, daddy!” Julian managed to mewl and his face flared up with bright red undertones, sweat drenching his captor’s clothes and he wasn’t in the least bit apologetic for that, “uhh - I.. I’m cumming f-for you, so.. so fucking, argh! Hard! Daddy! I.. I.. Argh!“
Head thrown back, tilted in a way for David to be able to consider the mask removed and a painted picture of climax etched itself on his captive’s face, the revealed expression of pure and unabatedrelease. Julian spat David’s name amidst a slew of venemous curse words, breathless and not all the words completed, he was completely and utterly spent.
His ankles unbound, Julian was still in that out of mind state of serenity, cock twitching to finish it’s powerful release onto the floor and cabinet, further soiling the front of his thighs and his hand, fingers slick with white and the heady scent of sex musk, thick in the air close to where he now felt to slump and just give in to the wave of dizziness that threatened to whirl him into the cold blanket of forever rest. He didn’t want to be saved, but Julian could not fight as he was suddenly dragged up and hauled across the room, familiar softness welcomed by his shivering body, hot and yet shuddering as though feverish.
Julian was just coming down from the mind numbing high, grasping onto silken sheets instinctively and climbing shakily onto the bed, ragged breathing returning as he finally slumped and gasped for air, gulping to sate his dry throat and letting his eyes roll, lids dropping down over them as if blinds being drawn for the night, his breathing slowing and deepening to signal he was falling into unconsciousness without even trying to resist it and just one, single, salty track of wetness trickled down his left cheek from his eye and onto the bedcovers below.
Just the one teardrop, in gratitude, of relief. A pressure cooker of pent up desire to be taken down, fight after fight he has won and worn himself down like the title champion that he was, bored, unconquered, unmastered, undefeated at all - until now. He deserved it, he craved it and had secretly demanded it for so long, now he’d been given a taste of his own and it filled him with a peaceful calm inside. The storm abated, the rumbling volcano appeased, Julian could now finally rest. It was over.
It was finally over.
**
It would be an overstatement if one would call David a nymphomaniac for his gluttonous sexual need to sate himself vindication; it wasn’t an addiction unlike cocaine and heroin, it was more of a need to feel loved and someone be loved in return. Nights with both familiar and unfamiliar faces to keep himself busy once the curtain calls; nights of whimsical rendezvous filling his heart with fantasies, all the while ridding himself of the tormented reality he is to face once the sun casts its vicious rays of false hope. The very reason why he has a significant disliking towards the sun; it benefits most, but selfishly, not him. Not him; not them.
David has been used to this kind set up; flirting and fucking. Flirting until one of them cracks and ends up begging for a godly fuck that meant nothing more than shoving his cock into any orifice - carrying human being. It didn’t matter who it was, where it was, when it was; they ask and he simply is very generous to oblige. Again, it was nothing more than a good fuck; this, however, was quite different.
The Duke knew how to break people effortlessly; he could read through pretentious eyes, deceitful tongues and tug through strings at ease. He had been flirting and fucking for god knows how many years it had become quite pointless. At times others wouldn’t even realize he was faking it. A funny thought. But this, this was gold; this, he had to stalk. He had to watch intently, study, mask fear with strength and humor, hide behind the shadows waiting for the opportune moment to strike head - on with a much deadlier prey. A prey that would perhaps best him if given the chance; in fact, best him if unleashed. But that time will come and he, the omnipotent Duke, would preside over when the leash comes on or off. David wanted Julian; craved like an endangered ocelot fit to be domesticated. He craved for him; needed him; desired him; Loved him.
He watched Julian climb weakly onto the bed as his diluted form leaned onto a convenient post for support. How tempting it was to slide right by his side, pull him close and mark Julian his own, but unless Julian commands it so; it will not be done. That, to David, was trust, respect, love and possibly devotion.
As Julian’s cheek glistened with an unexpected visitor, it made his heart swell and wonder; was it joy? Was it pain? Was it sadness that brought such an unsetting tear? Had he wronged Julian? Did he not like it? Question upon questions followed; meriting his brows a sudden kiss in thought. Fingers sought the drawers but found nothing. Bracing the wall and any surface he could with his hands, he paced with a heavy breath, scouring the room. He stumbled upon a small fridge that surprisingly contained nothing more than a single bottle of water; half empty, or to most, half full.
He grabbed the bottle and stammered, nearly tripping over a leather whip neatly rolled on the floor. Though he didn’t fall, his hand met the counter as he approached the bed, thus causing him to curse quite loudly and hiss after; knuckles sore and flamed red, David suckled onto the joint in an attempt to assuage the bone - wracking pain that pretty much provided him spare energy to stay awake for at least a few more minutes.
One knee on the bed, David, in his careful touch, motioned Julian to sit against the headboard or at least incline to avoid drowning himself as he brought the bottled water close. “Here.” David, too, was thirsty, but he could tell Julian was close to knocking out. “You need it more than I, love.”
**
Something disturbed his descent into the whirling black sea, tinged with dark blue hues and red tips, head throbbing and eyes protesting, Julian became groggily aware of his surroundings after having just about reached the state of perhaps no return. But what was that noise? It had jolted him out of his dreamy fog, head remaining on the covers as eyes lifted to see David, sucking on his knuckle.Whatever for?
Julian sighed and closed his eyes, it felt like only a moment had passed when he was being encouraged to get up and recline into the pillows, his weary limbs heavy and head almost lolling, Julian’s chest rose and fell with great gulping breaths, his heart suddenly pounding as one who has been too quickly woken from a most deep sleep. He was disoriented, barely aware of the thing pressing gently to his mouth and he turned away at first, murmuring a soft plea for no further punishment. He just needed to slip away, why was that so hard to understand?
One arm raised, swatting, defiant as it struck out to hit something nearby and a jolt of pain coursed through his body to spit a sharp “FUCK!” from his lips, senses coming around at last and he could smell the water, throat parched, he finally understands and accepts the offer, gulping as if starved for it but turning away after only swallowing perhaps half of what was left. He didn’t want it anymore, he felt foolish for having taken it in the first place, for now it woke him more into the reality that he was still here, still breathing, still .. No. Julian lifts his eyes to meet with David’s. Not broken. He thought he was being broken but he’d already been that, this was different. He felt.. Strangely calm.
Eyes questioning, mind slowly catching up with his thoughts and the situation left behind, the dust settling to reveal the aftermath of lost inhibitions.
Why? he wondered silently in his own thoughts, why do you care? I would have killed you..
“Get away from me!” he spat, vicious, biting, venomous. Breath hitched in his throat, stifling what was an obviously repressed sob. He was verbally pushing David away, though at the same moment, his hand was sliding towards the other, slowly approaching David along the sheets with fingers splayed open.
It was a defense mechanism, Julian felt as though caught and wounded, trapped in a corner and puffing up to try to intimidate his aggressor. He thinks David is going to boast of this to everyone, he is panicking, not thinking straight in his desire to cause his own demise this night. Dark blue eyes wild and yet, somewhat pleading and apologetic for what he has just said and for what he is about to say next.
“Leave me alone!”
**
And that? He was used to it too. He was used to being shunned and questioned; thrown off to the blood - sucking avant-garde society and their pretentious glamour of lies. Fed to the starved hypocrites that claim knowledge and comprehension of his work and overall existence, this was no new thing. David’s life is a riot; both in the business and press sense, as well as the covers that lay after being the Thin White Duke. Junkies sober as they crash, drunken partners weeping over former lovers and forgotten promises, love and its shitty constituents, all of which lead to one possible cause; vulnerability, truth, honesty. The purest form of any man or woman; failure.
Same old song and dance; just like the rest of the world. Just like him. Oh, how just like him.
It was the Duke’s turn to cast the shadow of silence; oppressive but required. David in his usual stoic but tired face, sighed at the familiar display of outburst; he wondered if Julian truly meant and wanted him to leave but his eyes, oh god those beautiful eyes, said otherwise. Eyes pleading to be kissed to sleep, eyes needed to be stained white with love and affection; eyes needing. It was a bittersweet Julian before him; a defeated, poignant work of art that yearned to be hung and adorned for the world to see. A magnificent work of art whose insecurities amplify his splendor even more so.
A soft, shy smile traced David’s lips as he sighed almost dreamily. It was a painful reminder that David, despite his many changes, remains still the insignificant boy that painted walls for a buck; nothing more than a horny fuck who can sing, barely dance, write and play music that everyone hardly appreciates and understands. It bruised him; such harsh words from someone so fragile, soprecious.
Lowering himself to place upon a kiss chaste, passionate, devoted, sorry, and almost pleading; an apology for sort masked only by a coy yet, bitter smile as he pulled free of the shy gift. Fingers that shook in fear and sadness eased Julian’s cheek; tone dry and meek, David whispered, “You’re cute when you do that.”
**
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