Internship (page 10)
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Julian silently observed, pacing slowly, one carefully placed step after the other, from one side of the gurney to the next. Eyes just watching, noticing, making thoughtful notes and examining. So far, David had managed to stem the flow of fear from Sam’s body and work it up into a rather heated state. That in itself was interesting, had Sam forgotten about Julian? Or his now known fate? Glance flicked to the clock once more and fingers curled around a scalple, the sharpest of his little array. Julian was keen to play with these instruments, they certainly differed vastly from the instruments David might play in his music but they produced a sound unlike any that would be allowed onstage or onto a disc.
He watched as Sam’s back and neck arched, a loud gasp and moan followed the squeeze and Julian carefully stepped forwards. He hadn’t discussed anything with David other than the bet itself, no rewards were talked about, so he could only assume this was pride at work here. A sense of telling someone they couldn’t do something and so they would make every effort to ensure they proved you wrong. Julian did not expect Sam to reach climax, at least perhaps not the first time around. He’d get more and more used to it, or would he? He didn’t know and it bugged him, so he had to find out. He needed to know.
As the clock hands moved, Julian gently pressed the scalple’s smooth edge into the flesh right below Sam’s ear, a cruel twist of his wrist as he looked at David, ensured he would undoubtedly do some permanent damage here. Julian gestured to some small, yellow ear plugs nearby, they wouldn’t block everything out, but they’d certainly muffle what was about to be uttered next by Sam. “Don’t watch,” he said softly, suddenly jamming the blade in and turning his wrist again. Sam yowled, ears ringing as his eardrum was perforated and it was now established that Julian was not fucking around with mere bondage games, he was seeking to dismantle and dislodge, to make Sam fall apart, perhaps.. literally..
Julian did not like to be toyed with, not his body and most certainly not his feelings or emotions. He may well choose to ignore them, or pretend they were not there, but he knew they were, he never claimed to be a complete and total block of ice, even the criminal insane and most devoid of anything even remotely familiar as emotions have been known to finally break down, perhaps upon their deathbed, perhaps sooner. Julian himself was a calculating creature, but he got depressed at times and might even coo over a newborn baby if the mood struck him just right. Human is as human does, there’d been no laid claim to have been born anything else.. But what had he become since then?
**
Brows furrowed in discomfort as ears sensitive rang disturbed upon Sam’s cry. David was such at close propinquity that not only did it pain him physically, but the mere thought of blood staining his sleeve troubled him a little; a small fraction enough to make him frown.
The Duke wondered if he had gotten the right person for this experiment; in fact, he wondered what experiment it was to begin with? Is not a simple wager? A bet to see whether he can keep Sam hard while Julian tried to stop him; that was it. That was it? Surely, there’s more. He pondered and pondered until the word doubt appeared with a basket of more questions; doubt on what exactly? On his ability to keep a man hard for a few minutes? On Sam’s ability to withstand pain and focus on the good part; hasn’t that his reason for drug use, alcohol, and one - night stands? On Julian’s intentions? On his role here at the facility? On himself? On himself…?
Despite Julian’s warning, of which he did follow by averting his gaze, David buried his chest onto Sam, wrapping arms around the man’s neck, almost in yet another consoling manner. His chin rested on Sam’s shoulder, eyes somewhat blank and deep in thought. He felt no pity for Sam, truth be told, but he felt pity for himself. Pity that perhaps one day, one unexpected day, he’d find himself sitting on the very chair both Simon and Sam did; strapped and bound, waiting for death. Did he fear death? Definitely not. Did he fear pain? No, not the slightest.
The Duke feared loneliness; loneliness that he’d drown in pools of alcohol, numb with drugs, and trick into a false pretense of happiness with sex. The Duke feared loneliness; loneliness that he swore, by the heavens and the gates of hell, that would never eat him alive as it did him before. No yearningwould keep him from sleeping sound at night or petty affections that would drive him off the wall. No, none of that.
David inclined his head only to plant a sweet, chaste kiss on Sam’s cheek before his hand snaked to hold him by the nape, supporting and preventing him from moving as Julian spliced onto Sam’s skin; his little finger firm over where his side burns would have been, and the rest of his helping appendages were tucked underneath his hair, over the back of his neck. “Shh, Daddy’s not going anywhere.” Cooed David, kissing away the pain as blood trickled onto his little finger. “Daddy’s here for you, darling.”
**
Julian twisted and twisted, until Sam was craning his neck, his scream as loud as it could go until it caused his throat pain, unfelt because of the intensity of the agony that was causing puss, wax and blood to ooze from the savage wound. Julian uttered a soft growl and had to pull away.
And then it was quiet, as Sam fainted for a minute when Julian removed the scalple. He placed it into the sink and changed his gloves, exhaling slowly and gathering up his patience. Which, for some reason, he seemed to have lost a little too quickly for his liking just now.
He walked over to the wall and leaned against it with a heavy sigh, start off light, then work your way up.. That’s the way to do it, not go from zero to one hundred in less than a second. Julian knew he’d gone too far just now and he hadn’t meant to jam it so far in, he was only supposed to make small cuts here and there to begin with. This was his second error, it was vexing and he needed to concentrate harder next time. However, a bet was a bet.
“I’ll stop now, make him cum if you think you can,” Julian stated shortly, wandering back over and gently tapping Sam’s cheek as the man started to wake up.
Sounds of distress between hisses and gasps, great heaving sobs and tears unable to cease. Sam’s jaw was quivering, gulping and clenching his teeth to try and brave the pain throbbing and searing, Julian found it a rather pathetic display.
“I just wanna go home,” Sam bawled, “please, I just wanna go home!”
Julian filled a syringe, but stood back and simply waited for David to obey.
**
A conflict of expectations sprouted from all corners of his brain as David called for a mandatory quorum; delegates that discussed whether he should press on or withdraw. He didn’t have the need to ask Julian what his plans were or how he’d go about a counter attack to win their little wager; but somehow, he felt it was a bit off. Without a full sketch or any draft to calculate Julian’s way of thinking or let alone an idea on what it is that he wanted to see, the Duke wondered what the question was. Why this game all of a sudden? The experiment with Simon made sense, so was this just for fun? Wasn’t it he that brought the fourth in so he could have his little game? Was this not the Duke’s play?
He wanted more of that reaction. He wanted Julian to cringe, flinch, wink, pout, frown, growl, anything; something! Something David could work with; desperately craving for that perfect feature so he could furiously scribble a face on a piece of paper and mark it his own. Mark him his own.
The Duke did as commanded; coaxing Sam’s untouched ear with words sweet, sinful, loving, deceitful lies that struggle to come through. Sam was petrified, more so at the sight of blood trickling down from the side of his neck, onto the visible, small gap between the Duke and his body. He sobbed and whimpered in defeat, pleading franticly; eyes sore and puffy, nose a mess that cohered with the bloodied mouth.
David’s hand fell between abdomens pressed, Sam going limp. Repulsive, David thought, lips pursed in disgust. A deep breath before he began to sing very suggestively with a lower octave, “I’m a mess without my, little Sammy boy ~ Wake up in the morning, fuck my little Sammy boy…” His wrist flicked rapidly and though it gave little response, it was a response nonetheless. He kept his voice low and seductive; admittedly, getting frustrated at Sam’s continuous whimpering . Has he given up? Easily? Pathetic. Impatience was David’s demise and clearly, he was falling hard and fast.
And at the last moment, David’s lips met Sam’s bloodied set that quivered and cried in between kisses. Tongue darted lavishly past the crack in an attempt to rid the vile taste of blood from Sam’s and suffer in his behalf. Sam had gotten stiff but only to drizzle a very faint amount; not even enough to actually call it cum. No longer able to withstand the taste of blood, David’s lips withdrew in defeat; abrupt he hung his upper body to the side, spitting on the floor, gagging almost close to vomiting.
**
Julian watched, calm and intent on the surface but his error had made him furious. Still, he could try and get a result and as he watched, standing off to one side, David started to get results. His expression changed to one of interest and disbelief, he’d been certain it was over but Sam seemed to be recovering and Julian started to get an idea that made him smirk. If David was so keen to pleasure a man who was clearly in pain, perhaps he would enjoy causing that pain.
He’d need to watch for a little longer first, almost sure this would be over within moments. Sam was starting to respond favorably, Julian drew closer and closer, very slowly so as not to ruin it, this was one bet he didn’t mind losing, it was fascinating to think that maybe David could actually do it. His gaze flicked down between their bodies, Sam was definitely sporting a semi as David began to sing. Interesting, though it annoyed Julian that the lyrics were not right, he knew that song but it didn’t matter too much right now, he was far too engrossed in the skill David possessed.
Julian looked on, eyes lighting up as the kiss seemed to be doing the trick and then.. Julian stepped back with a frown, David started to heave and spit and Sam went back to moaning about his ear. He reached behind him and handed David a bottle of mouthwash, jammed the syringe into Sam’s neck and pressed the plunger. Sam’s eyes rolled and he slept, Julian stood back so David could climb down. “Very good,” Julian spoke with confidence, “I think next time, you could actually make it.”
David seemed pretty angry right about now, so Julian decided he could use that and did not waste a minute more sticking around up here. “Come on,” he said calmly, “I want to see one more before we call it a day.” He paused, then he added.. “This time,” he said quietly, “I want you to do the infliction as I instruct, understand?” He washed his hands, drying them slowly and leading the way into the next cell one floor down. There was a stockier looking man down here, struggling and cursing and his teeth were terribly offensive..
Julian dragged his little tray of instruments over, as he had with Sam and gestured for David to take one of his choosing. “I’m going to inject him with a numbing agent,” Julian explained, “let’s see how good it is. I’ve been asked to test it out, because it’s new and the company is under investigation for using monkeys and rats.” He filled the syringe, but.. sadistically, he only gave this man a quarter dose..
**
Repulsed by the foul taste of blood that permeated the very tongue that he had solely dedicated to sing, speak, charm and ensnare senses of all who wish to trespass his lips, blood was and would never be on his list to taste. He despised the taste of blood and the scent of it rotting sickened him that it made his knees weak.
David slid off as quickly as he could off Sam’s bloodied state. Bottom falling onto the ground, the Duke on his side propped on one arm as he spat and raked his soiled tongue over his sleeve. Crimson stained, soiled, wrinkled and dirtied, David turned his aggression towards ripping off the filthy sleeve off as he rolled and rose to his feet. “Fucking bastard,” David heaved under breath as he approached the sink, spitting with his face hurled into distorted anger as if he had been violated unwelcomingly. Popping the bottle of mouthwash open to cleanse his maw, he leaned with his mouth parted to welcome rushing tap to ensure himself a clean slate.
Irritable, David ran fingers through his fiery gold crown sloppily, not bothering to ensure the locks were pressed firmly done; while some stuck out, it parted charmingly at the middle. His left palm quickly picked up the a scalpel or whatever it was that had a visible blade; he was too upset to look or even bother answering Julian and merely followed after, tugging the sleeve completely off as it had only tore in half earlier.
***
David faced the wall as he waited for the proper introduction, merely listening to Julian lecture how he is to follow instructions. Fingers fiddled with the blade; running the wedge over his thumb careful not to cut but tempted to do so. Hate brewed within his system at his lack of control; within his mind, Julian was probably laughing and domineering over how inefficient David was. Tripping and nearly losing it over a faint amount of blood coaxing his tongue was not how the Duke would like to be remembered and poked fun at. Idly lost in thought, his teeth gritted and the blade pierced the flesh of his thumb; ruptured right at the center as blood oozed thickly and dripped on the floor waiting for Julian to give out his decree so he can get it over with.
**
Julian stepped back as David hurried past to the sink, faucet gushing as the water cleansed away the crimson filth that violated David’s lips, teeth and tongue. Eyes cast aside as the vemon was spat towards him, accepting the abuse, of course it was well earned and very much deserved. Julian did not consider himself worthy of praise, not from the likes of this one. He slowly inclined his head towards the now sleeping Sam, envy in his expression at the peace that he now held within.
Not many nights went by that Julian did not work himself into a lather of sweat and torn sheets, throat raw from screaming, fingernails if not kept blunt would be broken and bleeding fingertips would bloody the tear stained pillowcase. Eyes wild, gasping for breath, he’d sit bolt upright with an almighty howl, only to gather his wits about him and realize he was just there, in his bed, nothing to fear. Or was there? Things unseen did not always warrant a sense of security..
He startled out of his dire thoughts and led David to the next cell with a shudder, visible but perhaps missed by the raging rock star just this once. Seemed they would both be requiring to purchase a new shirt now..
“Take it slow,” Julian spoke evenly, pushing the tray of instruments towards David, “keep your focus, hand steady.. and put a fucking plaster on that before you bleed all over the fucking corpse!”
Force of habit, but it was enough to set the man into a frenzied struggle of pleas and thrashing, insisting he wasn’t dead and demanding to be let go. Julian, having heard it all before, having heard it so often, simply heard nothing at all..
**
The Duke continued to grit and click his teeth beneath lips sealed and quivered to hold. He didn’t mind being bossed around considering this was Julian’s area of expertise and the fact that he was fully aware of him losing control over his own state required latching onto a pillar of power; a pillar of which Julian Priest fits quite well to be one. This was one of the very rare times of David’s life that he would actually welcome an authoritative figure to steer his life to proper, or was it.
Rage. Endless, unforgiving, eternal rage filled David’s chest as his brows met almost an instant at the sight of a highly familiar face that only a mother could ever love; a highly familiar face that upon contact with eyes pure and bold, burned into a lustful need to defile, degrade and destroy that he the world around him vanished into thick, glass walls in the middle of the busiest street, for all to bask in the glory of what was to happen to his dear, dear, friend, Reginald Kenneth Dwight.
“You…. “ David seethed through teeth barred; shoulders hitched as he marched furiously towards the seated man as his skin burned against the hilt of the scalpel, fist crushing the pillowy flesh of his palm. He stooped in mid - step, realizing that the night he had obtained Julian’s subjects - to - be included him violating his immaculate lips with the filth - ridden set of this buck - toothed, rotting carcass of a bald hare that would do well be skinned, mutilated, deboned, gutted and fed raw to starved hyenas in the middle of the desert. Lips pursed in disgust as eyes rattled in unparalleled anger concocted from the deepest bowels of his mind. Reg knew it was David; he had such a golden crown that shimmered even under the dim - lit club and his frame, his clothing, everything from his voice and accent to how he moved was not to be mistaken with anyone else; Reg knew it was David that kissed and dragged blindly into the backdoor. Reginald Kenneth Dwight fucking knew.
David gagged but forced himself to spit on the ground, deaf to Julian’s and his own sense of cleanliness. White stained red with a sleeve missing, thumb cut and bleeding with the hilt held by a clenched fist, David growled in anger and swiftly grabbed Elton by the throat. Nails buried deep against veins precise with the blade held over the man’s shaking lips.
He pleaded, begged, cried, whimpered, defeated and yearned to be free; lips moved but no words reached David’s impenetrable ears but that of mere demons that jeered and whistled for his awaited victory. “You bloody, cock - mongering cunt; you knew it was me, didn’t you? You fucking knew it was me you putrid, son of a bitch? How dare you? How fucking dare you kiss me with that whore mouth of yours, hmm?”
David slid the blade through the gap between his teeth only to yank it back and cut Elton’s bottom lip. It bled profusely and further dabbed red onto David’s wrist, down to his forearm. “What, Marc’s dick not enough for you, huh? Mick’s even? Oh wait, let’s see who else, you fucking scum.” David leaned closer, fingers crawling to press the ripped lip, forcing it to bleed and inflict pain, which Elton screamed muffled and teared; index finger squirming onto the rupture, force it further to spread and tear skin.
**
Julian leaned back against the wall to preside over the delicate extraction of perhaps some of those teeth, a couple of fingernails, just something light to ease David into things but the situation was taking a swift turn right before his eyes and Julian was far too fascinated to observe this aspect of David to be able to form the scolding words that rested upon the tip of his tongue. Huhh.. Bad boy..
The two seemed to know one another, Julian had thought this would make the situation more complicated but David… Seemed to have lost control.
How interesting.
Gaze wanted to avert at the words, snarled and spat with venom most vile, Julian’s cheeks flushed but could not turn away, eyes fixated and pupils wide, his expression was intense but soon lifted to properly assess David’s behavior and state. Julian slowly walked around the scene, observing in silence, letting David have his way just for now but he was going to have to pull this up eventually, or the victim was going to die too quickly. That, or David would work himself into a frenzy, one that perhaps he may not be able to get himself out of so easily.
Julian ran his hand down along over David’s arm, fingers stroking over the other’s. “Turn away,” he whispered, ramming the sharp blade right up into the roof of the mouth that was already oozing with blood. Julian then backed away, hopefully he had stirred something more but this needed to calm. Wandering to his nearest cooling unit, Julian pulled out a small, rare treat that he’d made himself, he wouldn’t share these with just anyone, but he was all out of cubes.
He slowly made his way back into the room filled with screams, fastened the chin strap so the noise would become muffled and silenced. Julian grasped the sweat dampened hair of the Duke, reefed his head back to elicit some sort of sound and thrust the cold, honey flavoured popsicle right past those parted lips and into his mouth.
“Suck!”
**
For once before all gore and bloody, David was so engrossed in inflicting pain to perhaps the most well - deserving creature in the entire planet that he had kept his gaze fixated and took in every single second of what quickly escalated from a personal want to hurt to a dire need to destroy; from the swift dart of blade that flew from beneath and viciously collided against the roof of Reg’s mouth to every spec of blood that gushed, poured, dribbled, trickled and streamed down his neck and onto his pale hand.
He had been so mesmerized by such a new feeling of lustful hunger that he had failed to take in anything else; blurred peripherals briefly acknowledged fingers that strummed over his own but felt no warmth or cold. Lips moved taken into sight but heard nothing; no shout, no hymn, no whisper. David merely stood before the bloody - jawed man strapped into the chair and slowly turned to face hands that shook rapidly; soiled by thick, darkened blood, dry and moist. The stain of red registering over his covered chest and slowly, every slowly, the dampness that embraced his jeans with the foul red fluid of life began to pierce his skin with shy disgust.
But as he was about to scream, cuss, speak or even pray, the world spun and the next thing David could remember was the bright light from the heavens and the hand of Satan pulling him down. And indeed, down he went; on his knees, eyes battled to welcome the heavenly invite as lids grew heavy but not weary. Lips forced apart and blessed by the cold, dulcet flavor of sex and sinl the musk of strong honey coating the Duke’s nostril meriting quite a loud, sultry groan as the flavorful combination of sweet and cold permeated his tongue in defeat.
Arms briefly limp but moved to brace onto Julian’s jeans, sloppily seeking anything to latch on. Successfully hooking his fingers onto the elder’s belt, The Duke’s chest rose and fell at a speedy pace before dwindling into a slow, well - regulated and adjusted motion. He continued to groan in a faint, low, lingering and dragged tone as his head bobbed back and forth onto the held treat. Drawing his mouth to part only to rub and coat lips sealed and his chin and cheeks with the cooling agent in his mindless attempt to calm down. “Mmm… Fuck that’s good…” He heaved a sigh, lips once more parting to pop half of the Popsicle inside, tongue flicking to push it back out, forming a thin, clearly visible bridge of fluid between David’s wet muscle and the tip of the cold treat.
**
Julian was eager to calm David’s mind and body, such a frenzy, it’d burn him out and he might even end up hurting himself, or perhaps passing out. Would he regret such behaviour tomorrow? He couldn’t be sure, but he knew that if he didn’t stop it soon, something could go terribly wrong. This was something you had to ease into, a healthy mind couldn’t handle such consequences and regrets in a single moment of sudden bloodlust, hate and revenge, perhaps a loss of sanity, Julian recognized the glaze in David’s eyes, he’d gone over an edge and crossed into unchartered waters.
Now the game had changed because David had broken the rules, Julian had the sudden urge, staring down at him, groaning and helpless, Julian has him by the neck and they both know it. He watched carefully, gaze intent and lip bitten at the display, groaned words filled his ears and surged him with desire. To dominate, to force, to wound.. Hands trembled as he fought the beastly want, the craving, the need to reach into David’s body and try to find the thing that set him apart from everyone else. No.. Don’t..
Julian discreetly moved his hips as he imagined briefly that the popsicle was his cock, it stirred the feelings of butchery into lust and he knelt down, tongue over the shaft of the stick as he thrust the treat back into David’s mouth, kissing the corner of his lips, catching some of the trickles with his tongue as it flicked out to taste. He hauled David up, he was light but heavier when almost limp and he made David turn to face the victim upon the table. Guiding David’s hand, Julian moved to set wires in place and with a few cleverly placed bolts, he squeezed something into David’s palm that made a sickening crack sound.
The victim howled through forcibly clenched teeth, his jaw now dislocated and oh, what a cacophany of sounds he made! Julian kept the popsicle in hand, thrusting David to bend over the nearby counter, making him suck it between his lips and rubbing himself against David’s rear, hardening at the tortured screams coming from behind them. He lowered his mouth to David’s neck, sucking it, flicking out his tongue, licking, kissing, the popsicle fucking his mouth in and out. Julian’s breath was cool on David’s heated skin, a soft moan escaped him close to David’s ear. He was losing control now too, just listen to those howls..
“Here,” his shaking, trembling breath whispered, “..now.”
**
The Duke was in euphoric bliss; an ethereal, titillating feeling of unparalleled heights that drew him back from being a functional individual. The burst of sweetness and the cold was simply too divine that his senses were completely fogged, memory jagged, and body near lifeless. To David, he was taken to such a heavenly cloud that surpassed heroin and cocaine; hence, why he such intake is somewhat forbidden.
He groaned in slurs as the popsicle further slipped into his now cooled mouth; nectar trickled past lips barely able to firmly grasp the treat. Rescued by the other’s succulent pair as it daintily ghosted and tongue flickered to steal the forbidden drug, David was at Julian’s mercy; body hauled and strings pulled to make use of his hands that were as limp as his existence.
Groggy eyes peered over where he bent; the sight of a bloodied man and he’s bloodshot eyes that seemed to denote pain. Little by little, his head had cleared and a faint familiar voice echoed in pain. He knew who it belonged to and knew that what he sang was pain; not misery or tragedy, but actual pain. Was it my doing? Did I… Thoughts rebelled in mind but later dwindled and scattered as David felt a hard protrusion from behind; his head bobbed almost on its own accord as the treat pounced ever so sweetly onto his throat, further sending his body in a frosty shock. Shoulders trembled as his fingers gripped firm and clawed over the counter surface as the combating heat tended to his neck, unsure of what it was.
Overly engrossed of the sensational cold and flavor in his mouth, that he couldn’t even make of Julian’s fingertips as David’s lips pursed and touched ever so often.
**
Julian was not at the point of wanting to do anything more right now, other than to control the situation and he was fascinated by the sudden change that had overcome David. He seemed not in his right frame of mind, seduced by the cold, surrendering to whatever may come of this without even a hint of awareness. His hand slid down to unbuckle David’s belt, fingers probing deeply to glide over the firmness that was met there.
“You’re so fucking hard,” Julian spoke in a low tone, releasing the proud erection to set it free into the cold air around them, fingers briefly joined the popsicle, now cold and moist, they closed around David’s shaft and began to slick and stroke. Content to just rub his own growing arousal against David’s rear, Julian kept his clothes on. “Suck it, baby,” he cooed with a sinister smile, “take it all down.”
He bared his teeth and thrust it harder into David’s mouth, as if it truly were an angry, erect cock, half down his neck and out again, but keeping it slow and sensual while he stroked David with his hand, into his cold palm. His tongue, massaging and moist, never left David’s neck, amidst kisses and suckles, Julian was offering relief and he knew this would not be welcomed once David regained his senses.
David would likely be pissed at Julian, that in itself did not bother him but for some reason, he didn’t want it to go too far. Julian was more than capable of raping the shit out of him right now, nothing could stop him. Yet something did, it was deep down and slowly uprising from within. He felt it. Unsure of what it was just yet, he knew there had been a stirring and he liked it. It was a good feeling, he would very much like to confess it to David, so pushing him to that limit would be wrong.
“Ohh honey,” Julian moaned the sweet word into David’s ear, lips pressing and heated against it, “Daddy needs something hot to pour down our dear friend’s throat..
Julian kicked a pail close to where they stood, hoping to catch David’s release into it.
**
David was in such a euphoric, heavenly state that despite him being lost in this godly trance, he could feel an unwelcome trespass from behind; such feeling brought upon by the familiarly unfamiliar blurred figure that sat still, masked by the elegant, red dress it wore. Eyes barely kept open as his tongue burned in the frosted treat; defeated, it merely lay immobile under as the popsicle danced and numbed his maw to move and suckle more of the forbidden nectar that even the butterflies and bears would undeniably be enslaved to.
In reality, David hated the darn thing; honey popsicles. It made him weak on the knees and groan like a sex - starved, cock - hungry whore; it strips him off his pride and turns him into a hormonal slut with in insatiable hunger to fuck or get fucked. The frost he can contain, albeit sending lascivious thoughts to mind, he could maneuver himself to part as soon as the first touch descends into what others prefer as an optimal temperature; warmth. Honey is as the same; David avoided it as much as he could but a teaspoon or so would not be enough to get him horny; ergo, a mix of both was the point of no return.
Cold fingers raped his cock that throbbed and twitched favorably; a shy trickle of white as he had been erect and only now tended to. Julian’s wet muscle ghosting along the side of his neck and his ample kissing assured in some odd way that he obeyed; a gesture David was not very used to of doing under a false pretense the hypnotic treat.
Lips parted wider indeed, taking it all in; cold debris melting and breaking within his cavernous mouth, hilt a winter’s kiss onto his throat, making him gag very lightly, followed by a series of soothing groans and heavy panting. Cock throbbed and hot against the cold touch, nails grating on the table as his toes curled from within each sock. Brows kissed hard, sweat beaded down his neck, staining the wooden desk with a wet stamp. Knees bucked almost to fall as he neared climax, and soon; white stains, heavy, thick and plentiful..
**
Exhuberating dominance and power, Julian was far more comfortable and in his element now more than he had been for some time since meeting David. There was something disturbing him deep down at just how easily the much younger male had asserted himself over Julian, it aroused questions within himself that desperately needed answering. It felt uncouth to call someone ‘daddy’ when he was clearly the elder of the two, but when one was gripped within the force and power of another, things could be turned around. Was a lion, in all fairness, not more powerful than a human? Of course it was, but humans had guns, whips, intelligence: Advantage.
That’s what it all boiled down to really, advantage. Who wouldn’t take it up when presented with such power over another? Julian could easily think of many different examples where the abuse of such power could end up in death: Doctors, Soldiers, Parents, Pet Owners, Pregnant Mothers..
But what confused him the most was the fact that he seemed to be alright with it, he knew for a fact that he could easily keep David like this, subdued and helpless. Right now, with the younger man’s eyes rolling, lips attempting to suckle but failing as knees buckled and muscles relaxed, Julian could easily drag him into another room, strap him down. “Aah.. “ Julian gave a soft groan, fighting down such an urge but it was useless after not bothering to tame it for so long.
David’s surrender was explosive, it didn’t all go into the pail but there was enough collected to completely humiliate the still screaming victim upon the table. Julian pulled David away from being bent over the counter, hauling him out of the room and into the next one. It was an unmodified cell, Julian lay him down onto the simple bed and finally removed what was left of the sweet treat from David’s mouth.
It wouldn’t take long for David to calm and warm to his senses now, Julian was shaking with the effort not to do something rash with his limp and vulnerable partner, the submissive and helpless position David was in just stirred Julian’s lust to inflict, to ensnare, to bind. To quell such urges, Julian leaned down and kissed David, right on the mouth, tongue slipped past parted lips, cold and honey coated, he had to snap David out of it before Julian’s predatory desires saw the man bound and gagged with a scalpel at his sternum.
**
The trouble with being lulled into false pretenses is that it entails an onerous comeback; an oppressive, burdensome, responsibility that outweighs corresponding benefits. That said, it sires a brooding need to strike and inflict vengeance upon the unwanted spell or worse, he who had mistakenly pursued and cursed the Duke. It wasn’t exactly the kind of secret you guard heavily with your life just as it isn’t something you copiously wing at everyone to give a shot at. Then again, at the Duke’s current state, it mattered not how but it will be sought out; how Julian managed to stumble upon a dark secret would go unnoticed unless, it was pure coincidence.
Biologically, with heat roused despite his now limp and completely spent state, heat prevails; though his senses enslaved by the cold, his body welcomed the heat. It was actually why the Duke felt humbled and bent so easily by the cold because it conflicted his mind, body, and soul in such a delectable, tormenting way unmatched by any drug or sexual exploitations. It tore him to have acted as a rebellious bacchant, a lively reveler, despite his urge to impose silence; it broke him endearingly to stoop helpless with his face down on the dirt despite his regal, proud existence. It raped him of power and control, stripped him of dominance and divinity; defiled.
What suppressed the vengeful need within him was the proverbial lips that sought to part his now lifeless, cold and numb pair. With the Duke’s body generating heat after the incident, it was only a matter of time before regains composure; before he regains himself.
In contrast to the early visit, this one was more of a softer fashion; moist, tasteless but infused with the remaining flavorful honey within the Duke’s mouth. In fact, it was cleansing the taste right off and his own tongue was more than willing to remove the plight of sugary goodness off his system. The kiss deepened as the now collected David now knew who had brought him down to his knees.
Fingers weakly ran over the other’s chest, latching onto his clothes in an attempt to pull him to mount.
**
The sensation of lust for power coursed through his body, kicking back into play his naturally dominant nature, shaking off the shackles of submission that David seemed to have brought out in him. Julian covered David’s body with his own, drawn closer by the weakly clenched fist grasping and tugging at his shirt. The taste on his tongue was sweet, Julian was quite partial to the flavour of honey himself and the treats were for those overly hot days when even his high powered air conditioning struggled to keep up.
“Mmm,” an assertive moan, he straddled David and kept him pinned underneath, now invited rather than forced. His tongue massaging against the other’s, Julian gripped David’s throat firmly, just enough to make him want to breathe faster but not quite enough to make him gag or choke. His other hand ran fingers through David’s hair, trailing down to stroke his jaw.
He kept his grip firm on David’s neck to express lust, soft but passionate kiss expressing affection and a burning desire, intimacy, not a power struggle. It felt different, drove him crazy because he didn’t understand it, couldn’t grasp the concept of it. Julian was certain he knew who he was, what he was but like an unstable compound, add one final ingredient and the whole mixture explodes. What’s left is the aftermath of such an event, something new and unexpected.
Another muffled moan, trying to stir David’s senses alert, hand slid down from David’s throat to pull open his shirt, exposing bare chest to the warmth of his body as he lowered himself down to press more firmly against his recovering, still vulnerable lover. Julian was not even trying now, his stirred beast now slumbered, he could take David apart one limb at a time, the danger was ever present. Yet it quelled the moment Julian was silently asked to continue, the realization of his innermost desires and surfacing feelings weakened his resolve.
His eyes closed briefly, deepening the kiss, fire in his chest and tongue. Julian pulled back, allowing David to miss his lips before resuming, tongue probing within the moist and familiar mouth once more, palm rubbing David’s face before fingers clawed at his hair. Julian then abandoned David’s lips, kissing and licking at David’s neck, right at the front, directly under the chin, he bit down, then suckled and kissed, trailing his lips back to David’s mouth, hovering them, ghosting.. teasing..
**
Tongue - tied, David couldn’t help but dwell on how he had been subdued without consent; for someone who values trust and consent greatly, he felt invaded and besmirched. He knew that honey popsicles turned his body into a shrine of lust that was open for all to violate, touch and taste; that honey popsicles corrupted his mind with nothing but an insatiable thirst for a suck, but David was not one who fancied blowjobs as much as he did getting one. Specifically, he didn’t fancy getting down on his knees to pleasure just anyone and with the devious poison that distorted his senses, he felt dirtied.
What bothered him most was how it was done with such precision; how he was pleased in return. He was thrown heavily onto the ground, berated by words harsh or whipped, tied and gagged like an animal; not that he had qualms with bondage and rough sex, he just preferred so with both of parties fully aware of the situation. Much like a handicapped match, David was left enslaved without chance to redeem himself.
Fingers that slithered along David’s neck merited a hiss and a very quaint groan of approval. His own seeking to further hide within the other’s covers, roaming over the width of Julian’s back. Nails dug hesitantly, slow in movement to rake down and cup the other’s firm rump only to be shunned as Julian moved to harness pale flesh with ample kisses. David’s head arched back, chest rising to meet the heat of another body pressed upon him; nipples hard and breath hot as he panted slow and silent.
The Duke’s left flew to meet his own lips, hoping to silence such noise but failed as fingers fell to the cot, grabbing, scratching, clawing anything to suppress the feeling of wanting more. The feeling of submitting after being humiliated; why it seemed okay annoyed David that he unconsciously barred his teeth as his cock throbbed lightly, groin slightly in pain desperately needing more of this godly torment.
“Nnn…. Jesus fuck….” The Duke muttered through teeth clenched, slender appendages uneasy onto the sheets he lay on. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He continued, arching his chest up against Julian and his hips squirming under him, delighting himself to feel Julian’s own. It was downhill from here; spent, yes but now he was even more hungrier to be immensely satisfied.
**
Consent in Julian’s latest line of artwork was dubious at best, he knew how to get people to sign their literal lives away and under what circumstances they’d bend to his will, no matter what he asked from them. But something here had broken through the surface and allowed Julian to take a deep breath, rub his eyes clear and look around. This was not what he wanted from David, he saw it in himself, the way he went down without an ounce of protest once those fingers had started to caress his own weakest point. That damned scar..
It was a kind of awakening within Julian, it hadn’t happened before because the only reason his forearm had been touched was to cause him immense pain, to make his knees buckle in quite a different way than David had done. So he now had some insight, something to compare to himself, when he realized David was unable to respond in any other way, Julian stopped the forceful behavior and simply offered affection instead. It was being returned, which puzzled Julian but he was not going to move away from the situation just to analyse it.
Julian ran his tongue from the base of David’s neck, up over his apple and right up to his chin where be bit down gently before slowly letting go, his teeth grazing. His own shirt now discarded, he yanked David’s arms out of his sleeves and tossed it aside, leaning back down to claim groaning lips into a brief kiss. Chests touching with each arch of David’s back, Julian slid one hand down to further discard of David’s clothing, until he lay naked and cooled underneath. Julian’s body warmth would counter that somewhat, for some reason, he desired absolute awareness and definite consent.
Words, coherent now, David was more aware and still encouraging Julian. He knew how to prolong an experience of the utmost torture and pain, to make it just tolerable to the point of not fainting but in that, he also could do the opposite. Hands that could render a person limb from limb, now caressed and stroked the younger male with desire and something more, a much stronger emotion that Julian was stressing over for failure to recognize it. Give it a name, a label, anything, what was it? Obviously it wasn’t anything he had felt before, so his known labels and names were not a correct fit.
Lifting his hips to discard of the remainder of his own clothing, Julian was now as completely nude as David was and lowered his kisses down the collarbone, one planted softly upon each nipple, kisses trailed down along David’s sternum and dotted over his flat stomach, tongue dipped into navel slowly. Fingers slid up over pale thighs, stroking and thumbing the inner space, tongue flicked out as gaze lifted, mouthing, kissing, teasing the strong shaft at his lips. The tortured chanting was incentive enough, Julian knew what David wanted, he knew what was craved for but he wasn’t done make his prize sing just yet..
Encouraging David to move onto his front, Julian raised the other’s hips and spread his knees apart, massaging pale mounds of flesh and squeezing, slapping a few times and then, he lowered his head, lips kissing one cheek, then the other, before he squeezed with his hands, parted the way and moaned as his tongue flicked out to tantalize and tease, just sweeping over the entrance twice before his eyes closed and he got up onto his knees to position himself, resting thick, hard flesh between David’s cheeks, rocking his body, needing one final and absolute sign of desired interaction.
“Do you want this?” he asked huskily, pulling away to sit back and haul the much more slender male into his lap, chest to chest with David’s legs wrapped around Julian’s waist. He did not want to fuck, he wanted to make love, face to face, eye to eye. Lips kissed at David’s neck once more, hands exploring over David’s back, fingernails lightly scratching down over his ribs and spine.
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Julian silently observed, pacing slowly, one carefully placed step after the other, from one side of the gurney to the next. Eyes just watching, noticing, making thoughtful notes and examining. So far, David had managed to stem the flow of fear from Sam’s body and work it up into a rather heated state. That in itself was interesting, had Sam forgotten about Julian? Or his now known fate? Glance flicked to the clock once more and fingers curled around a scalple, the sharpest of his little array. Julian was keen to play with these instruments, they certainly differed vastly from the instruments David might play in his music but they produced a sound unlike any that would be allowed onstage or onto a disc.
He watched as Sam’s back and neck arched, a loud gasp and moan followed the squeeze and Julian carefully stepped forwards. He hadn’t discussed anything with David other than the bet itself, no rewards were talked about, so he could only assume this was pride at work here. A sense of telling someone they couldn’t do something and so they would make every effort to ensure they proved you wrong. Julian did not expect Sam to reach climax, at least perhaps not the first time around. He’d get more and more used to it, or would he? He didn’t know and it bugged him, so he had to find out. He needed to know.
As the clock hands moved, Julian gently pressed the scalple’s smooth edge into the flesh right below Sam’s ear, a cruel twist of his wrist as he looked at David, ensured he would undoubtedly do some permanent damage here. Julian gestured to some small, yellow ear plugs nearby, they wouldn’t block everything out, but they’d certainly muffle what was about to be uttered next by Sam. “Don’t watch,” he said softly, suddenly jamming the blade in and turning his wrist again. Sam yowled, ears ringing as his eardrum was perforated and it was now established that Julian was not fucking around with mere bondage games, he was seeking to dismantle and dislodge, to make Sam fall apart, perhaps.. literally..
Julian did not like to be toyed with, not his body and most certainly not his feelings or emotions. He may well choose to ignore them, or pretend they were not there, but he knew they were, he never claimed to be a complete and total block of ice, even the criminal insane and most devoid of anything even remotely familiar as emotions have been known to finally break down, perhaps upon their deathbed, perhaps sooner. Julian himself was a calculating creature, but he got depressed at times and might even coo over a newborn baby if the mood struck him just right. Human is as human does, there’d been no laid claim to have been born anything else.. But what had he become since then?
**
Brows furrowed in discomfort as ears sensitive rang disturbed upon Sam’s cry. David was such at close propinquity that not only did it pain him physically, but the mere thought of blood staining his sleeve troubled him a little; a small fraction enough to make him frown.
The Duke wondered if he had gotten the right person for this experiment; in fact, he wondered what experiment it was to begin with? Is not a simple wager? A bet to see whether he can keep Sam hard while Julian tried to stop him; that was it. That was it? Surely, there’s more. He pondered and pondered until the word doubt appeared with a basket of more questions; doubt on what exactly? On his ability to keep a man hard for a few minutes? On Sam’s ability to withstand pain and focus on the good part; hasn’t that his reason for drug use, alcohol, and one - night stands? On Julian’s intentions? On his role here at the facility? On himself? On himself…?
Despite Julian’s warning, of which he did follow by averting his gaze, David buried his chest onto Sam, wrapping arms around the man’s neck, almost in yet another consoling manner. His chin rested on Sam’s shoulder, eyes somewhat blank and deep in thought. He felt no pity for Sam, truth be told, but he felt pity for himself. Pity that perhaps one day, one unexpected day, he’d find himself sitting on the very chair both Simon and Sam did; strapped and bound, waiting for death. Did he fear death? Definitely not. Did he fear pain? No, not the slightest.
The Duke feared loneliness; loneliness that he’d drown in pools of alcohol, numb with drugs, and trick into a false pretense of happiness with sex. The Duke feared loneliness; loneliness that he swore, by the heavens and the gates of hell, that would never eat him alive as it did him before. No yearningwould keep him from sleeping sound at night or petty affections that would drive him off the wall. No, none of that.
David inclined his head only to plant a sweet, chaste kiss on Sam’s cheek before his hand snaked to hold him by the nape, supporting and preventing him from moving as Julian spliced onto Sam’s skin; his little finger firm over where his side burns would have been, and the rest of his helping appendages were tucked underneath his hair, over the back of his neck. “Shh, Daddy’s not going anywhere.” Cooed David, kissing away the pain as blood trickled onto his little finger. “Daddy’s here for you, darling.”
**
Julian twisted and twisted, until Sam was craning his neck, his scream as loud as it could go until it caused his throat pain, unfelt because of the intensity of the agony that was causing puss, wax and blood to ooze from the savage wound. Julian uttered a soft growl and had to pull away.
And then it was quiet, as Sam fainted for a minute when Julian removed the scalple. He placed it into the sink and changed his gloves, exhaling slowly and gathering up his patience. Which, for some reason, he seemed to have lost a little too quickly for his liking just now.
He walked over to the wall and leaned against it with a heavy sigh, start off light, then work your way up.. That’s the way to do it, not go from zero to one hundred in less than a second. Julian knew he’d gone too far just now and he hadn’t meant to jam it so far in, he was only supposed to make small cuts here and there to begin with. This was his second error, it was vexing and he needed to concentrate harder next time. However, a bet was a bet.
“I’ll stop now, make him cum if you think you can,” Julian stated shortly, wandering back over and gently tapping Sam’s cheek as the man started to wake up.
Sounds of distress between hisses and gasps, great heaving sobs and tears unable to cease. Sam’s jaw was quivering, gulping and clenching his teeth to try and brave the pain throbbing and searing, Julian found it a rather pathetic display.
“I just wanna go home,” Sam bawled, “please, I just wanna go home!”
Julian filled a syringe, but stood back and simply waited for David to obey.
**
A conflict of expectations sprouted from all corners of his brain as David called for a mandatory quorum; delegates that discussed whether he should press on or withdraw. He didn’t have the need to ask Julian what his plans were or how he’d go about a counter attack to win their little wager; but somehow, he felt it was a bit off. Without a full sketch or any draft to calculate Julian’s way of thinking or let alone an idea on what it is that he wanted to see, the Duke wondered what the question was. Why this game all of a sudden? The experiment with Simon made sense, so was this just for fun? Wasn’t it he that brought the fourth in so he could have his little game? Was this not the Duke’s play?
He wanted more of that reaction. He wanted Julian to cringe, flinch, wink, pout, frown, growl, anything; something! Something David could work with; desperately craving for that perfect feature so he could furiously scribble a face on a piece of paper and mark it his own. Mark him his own.
The Duke did as commanded; coaxing Sam’s untouched ear with words sweet, sinful, loving, deceitful lies that struggle to come through. Sam was petrified, more so at the sight of blood trickling down from the side of his neck, onto the visible, small gap between the Duke and his body. He sobbed and whimpered in defeat, pleading franticly; eyes sore and puffy, nose a mess that cohered with the bloodied mouth.
David’s hand fell between abdomens pressed, Sam going limp. Repulsive, David thought, lips pursed in disgust. A deep breath before he began to sing very suggestively with a lower octave, “I’m a mess without my, little Sammy boy ~ Wake up in the morning, fuck my little Sammy boy…” His wrist flicked rapidly and though it gave little response, it was a response nonetheless. He kept his voice low and seductive; admittedly, getting frustrated at Sam’s continuous whimpering . Has he given up? Easily? Pathetic. Impatience was David’s demise and clearly, he was falling hard and fast.
And at the last moment, David’s lips met Sam’s bloodied set that quivered and cried in between kisses. Tongue darted lavishly past the crack in an attempt to rid the vile taste of blood from Sam’s and suffer in his behalf. Sam had gotten stiff but only to drizzle a very faint amount; not even enough to actually call it cum. No longer able to withstand the taste of blood, David’s lips withdrew in defeat; abrupt he hung his upper body to the side, spitting on the floor, gagging almost close to vomiting.
**
Julian watched, calm and intent on the surface but his error had made him furious. Still, he could try and get a result and as he watched, standing off to one side, David started to get results. His expression changed to one of interest and disbelief, he’d been certain it was over but Sam seemed to be recovering and Julian started to get an idea that made him smirk. If David was so keen to pleasure a man who was clearly in pain, perhaps he would enjoy causing that pain.
He’d need to watch for a little longer first, almost sure this would be over within moments. Sam was starting to respond favorably, Julian drew closer and closer, very slowly so as not to ruin it, this was one bet he didn’t mind losing, it was fascinating to think that maybe David could actually do it. His gaze flicked down between their bodies, Sam was definitely sporting a semi as David began to sing. Interesting, though it annoyed Julian that the lyrics were not right, he knew that song but it didn’t matter too much right now, he was far too engrossed in the skill David possessed.
Julian looked on, eyes lighting up as the kiss seemed to be doing the trick and then.. Julian stepped back with a frown, David started to heave and spit and Sam went back to moaning about his ear. He reached behind him and handed David a bottle of mouthwash, jammed the syringe into Sam’s neck and pressed the plunger. Sam’s eyes rolled and he slept, Julian stood back so David could climb down. “Very good,” Julian spoke with confidence, “I think next time, you could actually make it.”
David seemed pretty angry right about now, so Julian decided he could use that and did not waste a minute more sticking around up here. “Come on,” he said calmly, “I want to see one more before we call it a day.” He paused, then he added.. “This time,” he said quietly, “I want you to do the infliction as I instruct, understand?” He washed his hands, drying them slowly and leading the way into the next cell one floor down. There was a stockier looking man down here, struggling and cursing and his teeth were terribly offensive..
Julian dragged his little tray of instruments over, as he had with Sam and gestured for David to take one of his choosing. “I’m going to inject him with a numbing agent,” Julian explained, “let’s see how good it is. I’ve been asked to test it out, because it’s new and the company is under investigation for using monkeys and rats.” He filled the syringe, but.. sadistically, he only gave this man a quarter dose..
**
Repulsed by the foul taste of blood that permeated the very tongue that he had solely dedicated to sing, speak, charm and ensnare senses of all who wish to trespass his lips, blood was and would never be on his list to taste. He despised the taste of blood and the scent of it rotting sickened him that it made his knees weak.
David slid off as quickly as he could off Sam’s bloodied state. Bottom falling onto the ground, the Duke on his side propped on one arm as he spat and raked his soiled tongue over his sleeve. Crimson stained, soiled, wrinkled and dirtied, David turned his aggression towards ripping off the filthy sleeve off as he rolled and rose to his feet. “Fucking bastard,” David heaved under breath as he approached the sink, spitting with his face hurled into distorted anger as if he had been violated unwelcomingly. Popping the bottle of mouthwash open to cleanse his maw, he leaned with his mouth parted to welcome rushing tap to ensure himself a clean slate.
Irritable, David ran fingers through his fiery gold crown sloppily, not bothering to ensure the locks were pressed firmly done; while some stuck out, it parted charmingly at the middle. His left palm quickly picked up the a scalpel or whatever it was that had a visible blade; he was too upset to look or even bother answering Julian and merely followed after, tugging the sleeve completely off as it had only tore in half earlier.
***
David faced the wall as he waited for the proper introduction, merely listening to Julian lecture how he is to follow instructions. Fingers fiddled with the blade; running the wedge over his thumb careful not to cut but tempted to do so. Hate brewed within his system at his lack of control; within his mind, Julian was probably laughing and domineering over how inefficient David was. Tripping and nearly losing it over a faint amount of blood coaxing his tongue was not how the Duke would like to be remembered and poked fun at. Idly lost in thought, his teeth gritted and the blade pierced the flesh of his thumb; ruptured right at the center as blood oozed thickly and dripped on the floor waiting for Julian to give out his decree so he can get it over with.
**
Julian stepped back as David hurried past to the sink, faucet gushing as the water cleansed away the crimson filth that violated David’s lips, teeth and tongue. Eyes cast aside as the vemon was spat towards him, accepting the abuse, of course it was well earned and very much deserved. Julian did not consider himself worthy of praise, not from the likes of this one. He slowly inclined his head towards the now sleeping Sam, envy in his expression at the peace that he now held within.
Not many nights went by that Julian did not work himself into a lather of sweat and torn sheets, throat raw from screaming, fingernails if not kept blunt would be broken and bleeding fingertips would bloody the tear stained pillowcase. Eyes wild, gasping for breath, he’d sit bolt upright with an almighty howl, only to gather his wits about him and realize he was just there, in his bed, nothing to fear. Or was there? Things unseen did not always warrant a sense of security..
He startled out of his dire thoughts and led David to the next cell with a shudder, visible but perhaps missed by the raging rock star just this once. Seemed they would both be requiring to purchase a new shirt now..
“Take it slow,” Julian spoke evenly, pushing the tray of instruments towards David, “keep your focus, hand steady.. and put a fucking plaster on that before you bleed all over the fucking corpse!”
Force of habit, but it was enough to set the man into a frenzied struggle of pleas and thrashing, insisting he wasn’t dead and demanding to be let go. Julian, having heard it all before, having heard it so often, simply heard nothing at all..
**
The Duke continued to grit and click his teeth beneath lips sealed and quivered to hold. He didn’t mind being bossed around considering this was Julian’s area of expertise and the fact that he was fully aware of him losing control over his own state required latching onto a pillar of power; a pillar of which Julian Priest fits quite well to be one. This was one of the very rare times of David’s life that he would actually welcome an authoritative figure to steer his life to proper, or was it.
Rage. Endless, unforgiving, eternal rage filled David’s chest as his brows met almost an instant at the sight of a highly familiar face that only a mother could ever love; a highly familiar face that upon contact with eyes pure and bold, burned into a lustful need to defile, degrade and destroy that he the world around him vanished into thick, glass walls in the middle of the busiest street, for all to bask in the glory of what was to happen to his dear, dear, friend, Reginald Kenneth Dwight.
“You…. “ David seethed through teeth barred; shoulders hitched as he marched furiously towards the seated man as his skin burned against the hilt of the scalpel, fist crushing the pillowy flesh of his palm. He stooped in mid - step, realizing that the night he had obtained Julian’s subjects - to - be included him violating his immaculate lips with the filth - ridden set of this buck - toothed, rotting carcass of a bald hare that would do well be skinned, mutilated, deboned, gutted and fed raw to starved hyenas in the middle of the desert. Lips pursed in disgust as eyes rattled in unparalleled anger concocted from the deepest bowels of his mind. Reg knew it was David; he had such a golden crown that shimmered even under the dim - lit club and his frame, his clothing, everything from his voice and accent to how he moved was not to be mistaken with anyone else; Reg knew it was David that kissed and dragged blindly into the backdoor. Reginald Kenneth Dwight fucking knew.
David gagged but forced himself to spit on the ground, deaf to Julian’s and his own sense of cleanliness. White stained red with a sleeve missing, thumb cut and bleeding with the hilt held by a clenched fist, David growled in anger and swiftly grabbed Elton by the throat. Nails buried deep against veins precise with the blade held over the man’s shaking lips.
He pleaded, begged, cried, whimpered, defeated and yearned to be free; lips moved but no words reached David’s impenetrable ears but that of mere demons that jeered and whistled for his awaited victory. “You bloody, cock - mongering cunt; you knew it was me, didn’t you? You fucking knew it was me you putrid, son of a bitch? How dare you? How fucking dare you kiss me with that whore mouth of yours, hmm?”
David slid the blade through the gap between his teeth only to yank it back and cut Elton’s bottom lip. It bled profusely and further dabbed red onto David’s wrist, down to his forearm. “What, Marc’s dick not enough for you, huh? Mick’s even? Oh wait, let’s see who else, you fucking scum.” David leaned closer, fingers crawling to press the ripped lip, forcing it to bleed and inflict pain, which Elton screamed muffled and teared; index finger squirming onto the rupture, force it further to spread and tear skin.
**
Julian leaned back against the wall to preside over the delicate extraction of perhaps some of those teeth, a couple of fingernails, just something light to ease David into things but the situation was taking a swift turn right before his eyes and Julian was far too fascinated to observe this aspect of David to be able to form the scolding words that rested upon the tip of his tongue. Huhh.. Bad boy..
The two seemed to know one another, Julian had thought this would make the situation more complicated but David… Seemed to have lost control.
How interesting.
Gaze wanted to avert at the words, snarled and spat with venom most vile, Julian’s cheeks flushed but could not turn away, eyes fixated and pupils wide, his expression was intense but soon lifted to properly assess David’s behavior and state. Julian slowly walked around the scene, observing in silence, letting David have his way just for now but he was going to have to pull this up eventually, or the victim was going to die too quickly. That, or David would work himself into a frenzy, one that perhaps he may not be able to get himself out of so easily.
Julian ran his hand down along over David’s arm, fingers stroking over the other’s. “Turn away,” he whispered, ramming the sharp blade right up into the roof of the mouth that was already oozing with blood. Julian then backed away, hopefully he had stirred something more but this needed to calm. Wandering to his nearest cooling unit, Julian pulled out a small, rare treat that he’d made himself, he wouldn’t share these with just anyone, but he was all out of cubes.
He slowly made his way back into the room filled with screams, fastened the chin strap so the noise would become muffled and silenced. Julian grasped the sweat dampened hair of the Duke, reefed his head back to elicit some sort of sound and thrust the cold, honey flavoured popsicle right past those parted lips and into his mouth.
“Suck!”
**
For once before all gore and bloody, David was so engrossed in inflicting pain to perhaps the most well - deserving creature in the entire planet that he had kept his gaze fixated and took in every single second of what quickly escalated from a personal want to hurt to a dire need to destroy; from the swift dart of blade that flew from beneath and viciously collided against the roof of Reg’s mouth to every spec of blood that gushed, poured, dribbled, trickled and streamed down his neck and onto his pale hand.
He had been so mesmerized by such a new feeling of lustful hunger that he had failed to take in anything else; blurred peripherals briefly acknowledged fingers that strummed over his own but felt no warmth or cold. Lips moved taken into sight but heard nothing; no shout, no hymn, no whisper. David merely stood before the bloody - jawed man strapped into the chair and slowly turned to face hands that shook rapidly; soiled by thick, darkened blood, dry and moist. The stain of red registering over his covered chest and slowly, every slowly, the dampness that embraced his jeans with the foul red fluid of life began to pierce his skin with shy disgust.
But as he was about to scream, cuss, speak or even pray, the world spun and the next thing David could remember was the bright light from the heavens and the hand of Satan pulling him down. And indeed, down he went; on his knees, eyes battled to welcome the heavenly invite as lids grew heavy but not weary. Lips forced apart and blessed by the cold, dulcet flavor of sex and sinl the musk of strong honey coating the Duke’s nostril meriting quite a loud, sultry groan as the flavorful combination of sweet and cold permeated his tongue in defeat.
Arms briefly limp but moved to brace onto Julian’s jeans, sloppily seeking anything to latch on. Successfully hooking his fingers onto the elder’s belt, The Duke’s chest rose and fell at a speedy pace before dwindling into a slow, well - regulated and adjusted motion. He continued to groan in a faint, low, lingering and dragged tone as his head bobbed back and forth onto the held treat. Drawing his mouth to part only to rub and coat lips sealed and his chin and cheeks with the cooling agent in his mindless attempt to calm down. “Mmm… Fuck that’s good…” He heaved a sigh, lips once more parting to pop half of the Popsicle inside, tongue flicking to push it back out, forming a thin, clearly visible bridge of fluid between David’s wet muscle and the tip of the cold treat.
**
Julian was eager to calm David’s mind and body, such a frenzy, it’d burn him out and he might even end up hurting himself, or perhaps passing out. Would he regret such behaviour tomorrow? He couldn’t be sure, but he knew that if he didn’t stop it soon, something could go terribly wrong. This was something you had to ease into, a healthy mind couldn’t handle such consequences and regrets in a single moment of sudden bloodlust, hate and revenge, perhaps a loss of sanity, Julian recognized the glaze in David’s eyes, he’d gone over an edge and crossed into unchartered waters.
Now the game had changed because David had broken the rules, Julian had the sudden urge, staring down at him, groaning and helpless, Julian has him by the neck and they both know it. He watched carefully, gaze intent and lip bitten at the display, groaned words filled his ears and surged him with desire. To dominate, to force, to wound.. Hands trembled as he fought the beastly want, the craving, the need to reach into David’s body and try to find the thing that set him apart from everyone else. No.. Don’t..
Julian discreetly moved his hips as he imagined briefly that the popsicle was his cock, it stirred the feelings of butchery into lust and he knelt down, tongue over the shaft of the stick as he thrust the treat back into David’s mouth, kissing the corner of his lips, catching some of the trickles with his tongue as it flicked out to taste. He hauled David up, he was light but heavier when almost limp and he made David turn to face the victim upon the table. Guiding David’s hand, Julian moved to set wires in place and with a few cleverly placed bolts, he squeezed something into David’s palm that made a sickening crack sound.
The victim howled through forcibly clenched teeth, his jaw now dislocated and oh, what a cacophany of sounds he made! Julian kept the popsicle in hand, thrusting David to bend over the nearby counter, making him suck it between his lips and rubbing himself against David’s rear, hardening at the tortured screams coming from behind them. He lowered his mouth to David’s neck, sucking it, flicking out his tongue, licking, kissing, the popsicle fucking his mouth in and out. Julian’s breath was cool on David’s heated skin, a soft moan escaped him close to David’s ear. He was losing control now too, just listen to those howls..
“Here,” his shaking, trembling breath whispered, “..now.”
**
The Duke was in euphoric bliss; an ethereal, titillating feeling of unparalleled heights that drew him back from being a functional individual. The burst of sweetness and the cold was simply too divine that his senses were completely fogged, memory jagged, and body near lifeless. To David, he was taken to such a heavenly cloud that surpassed heroin and cocaine; hence, why he such intake is somewhat forbidden.
He groaned in slurs as the popsicle further slipped into his now cooled mouth; nectar trickled past lips barely able to firmly grasp the treat. Rescued by the other’s succulent pair as it daintily ghosted and tongue flickered to steal the forbidden drug, David was at Julian’s mercy; body hauled and strings pulled to make use of his hands that were as limp as his existence.
Groggy eyes peered over where he bent; the sight of a bloodied man and he’s bloodshot eyes that seemed to denote pain. Little by little, his head had cleared and a faint familiar voice echoed in pain. He knew who it belonged to and knew that what he sang was pain; not misery or tragedy, but actual pain. Was it my doing? Did I… Thoughts rebelled in mind but later dwindled and scattered as David felt a hard protrusion from behind; his head bobbed almost on its own accord as the treat pounced ever so sweetly onto his throat, further sending his body in a frosty shock. Shoulders trembled as his fingers gripped firm and clawed over the counter surface as the combating heat tended to his neck, unsure of what it was.
Overly engrossed of the sensational cold and flavor in his mouth, that he couldn’t even make of Julian’s fingertips as David’s lips pursed and touched ever so often.
**
Julian was not at the point of wanting to do anything more right now, other than to control the situation and he was fascinated by the sudden change that had overcome David. He seemed not in his right frame of mind, seduced by the cold, surrendering to whatever may come of this without even a hint of awareness. His hand slid down to unbuckle David’s belt, fingers probing deeply to glide over the firmness that was met there.
“You’re so fucking hard,” Julian spoke in a low tone, releasing the proud erection to set it free into the cold air around them, fingers briefly joined the popsicle, now cold and moist, they closed around David’s shaft and began to slick and stroke. Content to just rub his own growing arousal against David’s rear, Julian kept his clothes on. “Suck it, baby,” he cooed with a sinister smile, “take it all down.”
He bared his teeth and thrust it harder into David’s mouth, as if it truly were an angry, erect cock, half down his neck and out again, but keeping it slow and sensual while he stroked David with his hand, into his cold palm. His tongue, massaging and moist, never left David’s neck, amidst kisses and suckles, Julian was offering relief and he knew this would not be welcomed once David regained his senses.
David would likely be pissed at Julian, that in itself did not bother him but for some reason, he didn’t want it to go too far. Julian was more than capable of raping the shit out of him right now, nothing could stop him. Yet something did, it was deep down and slowly uprising from within. He felt it. Unsure of what it was just yet, he knew there had been a stirring and he liked it. It was a good feeling, he would very much like to confess it to David, so pushing him to that limit would be wrong.
“Ohh honey,” Julian moaned the sweet word into David’s ear, lips pressing and heated against it, “Daddy needs something hot to pour down our dear friend’s throat..
Julian kicked a pail close to where they stood, hoping to catch David’s release into it.
**
David was in such a euphoric, heavenly state that despite him being lost in this godly trance, he could feel an unwelcome trespass from behind; such feeling brought upon by the familiarly unfamiliar blurred figure that sat still, masked by the elegant, red dress it wore. Eyes barely kept open as his tongue burned in the frosted treat; defeated, it merely lay immobile under as the popsicle danced and numbed his maw to move and suckle more of the forbidden nectar that even the butterflies and bears would undeniably be enslaved to.
In reality, David hated the darn thing; honey popsicles. It made him weak on the knees and groan like a sex - starved, cock - hungry whore; it strips him off his pride and turns him into a hormonal slut with in insatiable hunger to fuck or get fucked. The frost he can contain, albeit sending lascivious thoughts to mind, he could maneuver himself to part as soon as the first touch descends into what others prefer as an optimal temperature; warmth. Honey is as the same; David avoided it as much as he could but a teaspoon or so would not be enough to get him horny; ergo, a mix of both was the point of no return.
Cold fingers raped his cock that throbbed and twitched favorably; a shy trickle of white as he had been erect and only now tended to. Julian’s wet muscle ghosting along the side of his neck and his ample kissing assured in some odd way that he obeyed; a gesture David was not very used to of doing under a false pretense the hypnotic treat.
Lips parted wider indeed, taking it all in; cold debris melting and breaking within his cavernous mouth, hilt a winter’s kiss onto his throat, making him gag very lightly, followed by a series of soothing groans and heavy panting. Cock throbbed and hot against the cold touch, nails grating on the table as his toes curled from within each sock. Brows kissed hard, sweat beaded down his neck, staining the wooden desk with a wet stamp. Knees bucked almost to fall as he neared climax, and soon; white stains, heavy, thick and plentiful..
**
Exhuberating dominance and power, Julian was far more comfortable and in his element now more than he had been for some time since meeting David. There was something disturbing him deep down at just how easily the much younger male had asserted himself over Julian, it aroused questions within himself that desperately needed answering. It felt uncouth to call someone ‘daddy’ when he was clearly the elder of the two, but when one was gripped within the force and power of another, things could be turned around. Was a lion, in all fairness, not more powerful than a human? Of course it was, but humans had guns, whips, intelligence: Advantage.
That’s what it all boiled down to really, advantage. Who wouldn’t take it up when presented with such power over another? Julian could easily think of many different examples where the abuse of such power could end up in death: Doctors, Soldiers, Parents, Pet Owners, Pregnant Mothers..
But what confused him the most was the fact that he seemed to be alright with it, he knew for a fact that he could easily keep David like this, subdued and helpless. Right now, with the younger man’s eyes rolling, lips attempting to suckle but failing as knees buckled and muscles relaxed, Julian could easily drag him into another room, strap him down. “Aah.. “ Julian gave a soft groan, fighting down such an urge but it was useless after not bothering to tame it for so long.
David’s surrender was explosive, it didn’t all go into the pail but there was enough collected to completely humiliate the still screaming victim upon the table. Julian pulled David away from being bent over the counter, hauling him out of the room and into the next one. It was an unmodified cell, Julian lay him down onto the simple bed and finally removed what was left of the sweet treat from David’s mouth.
It wouldn’t take long for David to calm and warm to his senses now, Julian was shaking with the effort not to do something rash with his limp and vulnerable partner, the submissive and helpless position David was in just stirred Julian’s lust to inflict, to ensnare, to bind. To quell such urges, Julian leaned down and kissed David, right on the mouth, tongue slipped past parted lips, cold and honey coated, he had to snap David out of it before Julian’s predatory desires saw the man bound and gagged with a scalpel at his sternum.
**
The trouble with being lulled into false pretenses is that it entails an onerous comeback; an oppressive, burdensome, responsibility that outweighs corresponding benefits. That said, it sires a brooding need to strike and inflict vengeance upon the unwanted spell or worse, he who had mistakenly pursued and cursed the Duke. It wasn’t exactly the kind of secret you guard heavily with your life just as it isn’t something you copiously wing at everyone to give a shot at. Then again, at the Duke’s current state, it mattered not how but it will be sought out; how Julian managed to stumble upon a dark secret would go unnoticed unless, it was pure coincidence.
Biologically, with heat roused despite his now limp and completely spent state, heat prevails; though his senses enslaved by the cold, his body welcomed the heat. It was actually why the Duke felt humbled and bent so easily by the cold because it conflicted his mind, body, and soul in such a delectable, tormenting way unmatched by any drug or sexual exploitations. It tore him to have acted as a rebellious bacchant, a lively reveler, despite his urge to impose silence; it broke him endearingly to stoop helpless with his face down on the dirt despite his regal, proud existence. It raped him of power and control, stripped him of dominance and divinity; defiled.
What suppressed the vengeful need within him was the proverbial lips that sought to part his now lifeless, cold and numb pair. With the Duke’s body generating heat after the incident, it was only a matter of time before regains composure; before he regains himself.
In contrast to the early visit, this one was more of a softer fashion; moist, tasteless but infused with the remaining flavorful honey within the Duke’s mouth. In fact, it was cleansing the taste right off and his own tongue was more than willing to remove the plight of sugary goodness off his system. The kiss deepened as the now collected David now knew who had brought him down to his knees.
Fingers weakly ran over the other’s chest, latching onto his clothes in an attempt to pull him to mount.
**
The sensation of lust for power coursed through his body, kicking back into play his naturally dominant nature, shaking off the shackles of submission that David seemed to have brought out in him. Julian covered David’s body with his own, drawn closer by the weakly clenched fist grasping and tugging at his shirt. The taste on his tongue was sweet, Julian was quite partial to the flavour of honey himself and the treats were for those overly hot days when even his high powered air conditioning struggled to keep up.
“Mmm,” an assertive moan, he straddled David and kept him pinned underneath, now invited rather than forced. His tongue massaging against the other’s, Julian gripped David’s throat firmly, just enough to make him want to breathe faster but not quite enough to make him gag or choke. His other hand ran fingers through David’s hair, trailing down to stroke his jaw.
He kept his grip firm on David’s neck to express lust, soft but passionate kiss expressing affection and a burning desire, intimacy, not a power struggle. It felt different, drove him crazy because he didn’t understand it, couldn’t grasp the concept of it. Julian was certain he knew who he was, what he was but like an unstable compound, add one final ingredient and the whole mixture explodes. What’s left is the aftermath of such an event, something new and unexpected.
Another muffled moan, trying to stir David’s senses alert, hand slid down from David’s throat to pull open his shirt, exposing bare chest to the warmth of his body as he lowered himself down to press more firmly against his recovering, still vulnerable lover. Julian was not even trying now, his stirred beast now slumbered, he could take David apart one limb at a time, the danger was ever present. Yet it quelled the moment Julian was silently asked to continue, the realization of his innermost desires and surfacing feelings weakened his resolve.
His eyes closed briefly, deepening the kiss, fire in his chest and tongue. Julian pulled back, allowing David to miss his lips before resuming, tongue probing within the moist and familiar mouth once more, palm rubbing David’s face before fingers clawed at his hair. Julian then abandoned David’s lips, kissing and licking at David’s neck, right at the front, directly under the chin, he bit down, then suckled and kissed, trailing his lips back to David’s mouth, hovering them, ghosting.. teasing..
**
Tongue - tied, David couldn’t help but dwell on how he had been subdued without consent; for someone who values trust and consent greatly, he felt invaded and besmirched. He knew that honey popsicles turned his body into a shrine of lust that was open for all to violate, touch and taste; that honey popsicles corrupted his mind with nothing but an insatiable thirst for a suck, but David was not one who fancied blowjobs as much as he did getting one. Specifically, he didn’t fancy getting down on his knees to pleasure just anyone and with the devious poison that distorted his senses, he felt dirtied.
What bothered him most was how it was done with such precision; how he was pleased in return. He was thrown heavily onto the ground, berated by words harsh or whipped, tied and gagged like an animal; not that he had qualms with bondage and rough sex, he just preferred so with both of parties fully aware of the situation. Much like a handicapped match, David was left enslaved without chance to redeem himself.
Fingers that slithered along David’s neck merited a hiss and a very quaint groan of approval. His own seeking to further hide within the other’s covers, roaming over the width of Julian’s back. Nails dug hesitantly, slow in movement to rake down and cup the other’s firm rump only to be shunned as Julian moved to harness pale flesh with ample kisses. David’s head arched back, chest rising to meet the heat of another body pressed upon him; nipples hard and breath hot as he panted slow and silent.
The Duke’s left flew to meet his own lips, hoping to silence such noise but failed as fingers fell to the cot, grabbing, scratching, clawing anything to suppress the feeling of wanting more. The feeling of submitting after being humiliated; why it seemed okay annoyed David that he unconsciously barred his teeth as his cock throbbed lightly, groin slightly in pain desperately needing more of this godly torment.
“Nnn…. Jesus fuck….” The Duke muttered through teeth clenched, slender appendages uneasy onto the sheets he lay on. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He continued, arching his chest up against Julian and his hips squirming under him, delighting himself to feel Julian’s own. It was downhill from here; spent, yes but now he was even more hungrier to be immensely satisfied.
**
Consent in Julian’s latest line of artwork was dubious at best, he knew how to get people to sign their literal lives away and under what circumstances they’d bend to his will, no matter what he asked from them. But something here had broken through the surface and allowed Julian to take a deep breath, rub his eyes clear and look around. This was not what he wanted from David, he saw it in himself, the way he went down without an ounce of protest once those fingers had started to caress his own weakest point. That damned scar..
It was a kind of awakening within Julian, it hadn’t happened before because the only reason his forearm had been touched was to cause him immense pain, to make his knees buckle in quite a different way than David had done. So he now had some insight, something to compare to himself, when he realized David was unable to respond in any other way, Julian stopped the forceful behavior and simply offered affection instead. It was being returned, which puzzled Julian but he was not going to move away from the situation just to analyse it.
Julian ran his tongue from the base of David’s neck, up over his apple and right up to his chin where be bit down gently before slowly letting go, his teeth grazing. His own shirt now discarded, he yanked David’s arms out of his sleeves and tossed it aside, leaning back down to claim groaning lips into a brief kiss. Chests touching with each arch of David’s back, Julian slid one hand down to further discard of David’s clothing, until he lay naked and cooled underneath. Julian’s body warmth would counter that somewhat, for some reason, he desired absolute awareness and definite consent.
Words, coherent now, David was more aware and still encouraging Julian. He knew how to prolong an experience of the utmost torture and pain, to make it just tolerable to the point of not fainting but in that, he also could do the opposite. Hands that could render a person limb from limb, now caressed and stroked the younger male with desire and something more, a much stronger emotion that Julian was stressing over for failure to recognize it. Give it a name, a label, anything, what was it? Obviously it wasn’t anything he had felt before, so his known labels and names were not a correct fit.
Lifting his hips to discard of the remainder of his own clothing, Julian was now as completely nude as David was and lowered his kisses down the collarbone, one planted softly upon each nipple, kisses trailed down along David’s sternum and dotted over his flat stomach, tongue dipped into navel slowly. Fingers slid up over pale thighs, stroking and thumbing the inner space, tongue flicked out as gaze lifted, mouthing, kissing, teasing the strong shaft at his lips. The tortured chanting was incentive enough, Julian knew what David wanted, he knew what was craved for but he wasn’t done make his prize sing just yet..
Encouraging David to move onto his front, Julian raised the other’s hips and spread his knees apart, massaging pale mounds of flesh and squeezing, slapping a few times and then, he lowered his head, lips kissing one cheek, then the other, before he squeezed with his hands, parted the way and moaned as his tongue flicked out to tantalize and tease, just sweeping over the entrance twice before his eyes closed and he got up onto his knees to position himself, resting thick, hard flesh between David’s cheeks, rocking his body, needing one final and absolute sign of desired interaction.
“Do you want this?” he asked huskily, pulling away to sit back and haul the much more slender male into his lap, chest to chest with David’s legs wrapped around Julian’s waist. He did not want to fuck, he wanted to make love, face to face, eye to eye. Lips kissed at David’s neck once more, hands exploring over David’s back, fingernails lightly scratching down over his ribs and spine.
**
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